There is nothing moral about your majority.
Legalized manipulation is not morality.
What is even happening right now? It’s a legit question.
You claim to be pro-life…
To be truly pro-life, one must accept the essence of life. Life is not primarily a heartbeat or clump of cells with biological potential. Life is the freedom to express agency on the part of the individual playing the role of self and how that individual navigates the life they alone are accountable to inhabit. People are not accountable to your convictions. They are accountable to do the best with what their experience and deduction has taught them at the point they are at in time, space, and resources. Legally enforced anti-abortion laws are just another expression of slavery and forced labor.
Don’t tread on me.
Providing guns in this Country with more rights than women is protecting your own right to choose whether another mother’s child will live or die by violence while denying a would-be mother the respect and agency to deem how providing for another life affects the life of herself and her family. Forced labor (birth or otherwise) insulates a caste system of wealth and privilege. When you allow yourself to believe that abortion is a punitive way to deal with frivolous intimacy decisions, you expose your ignorance to incest, rape, and an array of medical complications- likely above your pay grade. When you claim, “Well, God must have intended this pregnancy or it wouldn’t have happened,” you negate not only the autonomy of others, but the responsibility of unique autonomy that the God you name in vain gave you. You are not the guardian angel to the planet that you pretend or believe yourself to be. Don’t tell me about how much you love life while you swear to protect your own with the gun you casually hang at your hip and grip at the slightest threat to your sense of entitlement. None of us are solely entitled to a prolonged life, or the death of another individual with the same deductive agency. And if you want to discuss that, then we will need to unpack your disdain for universal healthcare while you collect social security and medicare while playing golf or participating in bowling leagues with your fellow pensioners.
No, you don’t support life, you only support your seat at the American Caste Table.
Don’t tread on me.
And yes, Karen, we are not so blind as to recognize your that nine-month absence doing missions in another part of the world wasn’t simply a mission trip- unless the mission was to deliver a baby to another loving and caring Christian family you’ve justified as God’s intention for your own unwanted pregnancy. Not that we judge your decision- but we do judge your hypocrisy and elitist ability to take that much time away from work and domestic duties while criticizing the limited options of others in the same predicament.
Don’t tread on me.
In the same line of thought, I would be remiss to dismiss the “Moral’s” definition of a viable family. How convenient for you to either be born a circle peg, or to have so little agency that you don’t see how nicely the Moral Majority has rounded your once sharply defined corners.
This is a special kind of caste, one that can’t be bought with money- however, your soul will do.
And by soul, I am not referring to the subject of your favorite hymn, “I’ll Fly Away,” I’m talking about the authentic expression God gifted you with. Who you were before you signed away your agency- like an angel who sawed off their wings hoping to maintain the disguise of their nature. Our suffering is not intended as the existential punitive disciplinary response you so often depict it to be, but it is our own to manage, whether self-inflicted or sustained as a bystander to other’s tragic circumstances. The Aids epidemic was not God’s response to homosexuality anymore than your near miss to a deadly car accident was a reward for your dismissal to see your political opposition as amoral. Maybe you were born straight with a cultural identity that perfectly aligns with your plumbing. (You do realize that nail polish, dresses, heels, and acceptable facial hair are all a construct of the society we also allow to directly influence our lives…) But this does not give you the wisdom, entitlement, or authority to judge what the intended path may be for another. Neither does Paul’s statement in the Bible that you then demand others to worship- like the idol of your own carefully construed interpretation. Again, we don’t judge your interpretation- but be mindful that spiritual interpretation is like beauty- intended for the beholder. Who attracts you (or repels you) is for you. Now let the rest of us live our own beautiful expression in peace- this is authentic pro-life.
Don’t tread on me.
To address your “concerns” regarding the children of same-sex unions; What is it exactly about the pearls and mustache pair that screams “Now this union is complete” that does it for you? Please tell me more about your idyllic childhood. Once you understand how simplistically concrete of a “moral” ideal you swallow like a mirage boasting of oceanic depths, you may begin to embrace that it is not how your parents’ plumbing fits that formed “who” you are- it was their love, attention, and encouragement to “become” that truly gave you “life.” Whether you continue to buy their brand of perspective to this day or not, the ability to choose your path is evidence of life itself- not how your biologicals smashed. True life does not begin at conception, true life begins when we let go of the moral obligations and rudimentary expectations of others. People who live out in the light don’t need prophetic guideposts to recognize right from wrong. The light only feels blinding because of how long you’ve been in the dark- I know, I spent the first 90% of my life there. Don’t worry, your eyes will adjust to the light after some time. In the meantime, seek help for that optical log extraction and truly “get a ‘life.’”
Don’t tread on me.
Now let’s consider race and how you “don’t see color.” Kevin, we all know that the spirit of “Make America Great Again” has little to do with the glory of the good ‘ol factory days and everything to do with recognizing that if any other race were to harness national power and wield it as the white race has, the American white race has a long and evil path to tread just to level the playing field. I mean, what white person would be comfortable with turning the tables on any of the racist scenarios we have witnessed in the name of the national security of our “Christian” nation? And don’t tell me about how your black neighbor is also MAGA. Fawning is a common response to survival. It only took the election of an American man who fully embodies the spirit of what we’ve long bragged America to be, a blended product of domestic and imported ethnicity, to rock your fragile existence. It only took a willing celebrity who embodies the racist standard needed to secure your placement at the American caste table you’ve enjoyed for too long to win your vote so that you can continue to engorge your hungry facade of Christian Nationalism cloaking your White Nationalist ideals. Your first clue may be that blonde nativity you display each December. As an aside, don’t you find it interesting that Jesus didn’t wear an Aryan man suit when he could have chosen any flavor for his time on earth? I wonder if he knew just how hypocritical we would become while flashing his daddy’s name to justify our actions. I mean, if we’re saving babies on the surface, will anyone really notice that our leader who wields a Bible like an inverted pentagram doesn’t truly mind mocking family values by banging a porn star in an adulterous attempt to stave his own hunger for love and acceptance?
Don’t tread on me.
Speaking of grabbing her by the pussy, let’s talk about your discomfort with women and how they present themselves. I grew up “moral majority.” My preferred skirt length was purgatory length. My church-devoted parents allowed me to expose my knees and lower thighs with a bit of Pentecostal reservation as it was likely not the hill they found productive to conquer with me at the time. What can I testify to? While my cheerleader skirt did not cause unholy pause at school, never have I ever been more objectified than when I would expose my knees at church. My peers were not the biggest infractors to my fashion expression either. It was the elders who couldn’t stop gawking. Why did I continue to wear those skirts? Because I wasn’t allowed to wear pants for the sake of propriety. And when my agency is suffocated, I will find a way for it to breathe. The same goes for those elders who were shunned from seeing women as anything other than objects of property by their community rather than for the human beings that women are. Perversion is not only sexual, folks. Perversion, when it comes to expressing another’s agency, smothers life.
Legalized manipulation is not morality.
And no, I don’t want a seat at your table.
There is absolutely nothing moral about your majority.
Don’t tread on me.
