The First Thing
I read this morning that the thing I linked yesterday about the young lady in Holland being euthanatized was incorrect. Apparently some bad or malign reporting made it around the world in a night, and it took a little bit of doing to correct the error. In fact, she died at home with her family after being turned away from a euthanasia clinic for being too young. You can read about it here. Instead she refused any food and water and signed some kind of legal document that meant she could not be admitted to the hospital. Basically she starved to death in a hospital bed in her own living room. Feel slightly cheered about the clinic, if that’s true, but desperately sad about the girl and her family and the overall tragedy of it all. Everything I said yesterday about hopelessness I would say again, only louder and with smaller words.
The Second ThingBoy, that Miley Cyrus abortion cake thing and the planned parenthood playing with baby parts as it they were dolls thing—neither of which I can bring myself to link—are something else. What’s the word I’m looking for? Disturbing. Horrifying. It seems a strange circling, in both cases, around toward grown women infantilizing themselves, as if, having denied the existence of the baby, or refusing to acknowledge that it is there, you yourself revert to some strange childish, babyish place. The line that comes to mind, in that tragic saga of the Golden Calf in Exodus, is “rose up to play.” I know what that line is referring to in the text, and if you don’t I’m sure you can guess, but still, it seems strangely and horrifically applicable here. May God have mercy.
The Third Thing
At the same time, apparently the Trump administration is taking active steps to stop the use of aborted fetal tissue in scientific research. This seems like a bold and surprising step, and very very welcome it if can be carried out. I applaud the effort very much and hope that how money is spent comes ever more into the light.
And on that note, I will go and pray while I work, because that, at least, I can do.