Build a Wall

I'm sadden by the insurmountable wall we've fixed in the conversation about abortion. Those on the right are not allowed to say this issue is complex because it involves the bodies and futures of real women in complex and difficult situations.

And those on the left are not allowed to give thought to what the smaller one in question might become if given enough air, water, and mac and cheese.

Frank Schaeffer sixth chapter of Sex, Mom, and God has some excellent thoughts on this phenomenon. (Including the rebuke to conservative Christians: "It takes two to start an all-consuming culture war.")

Let's class up the discussion, friends. Please.

Mister Bear

From my Tumblr.

Over a Black Guitar

"I don’t know exactly when I decided that this would be my life’s dedication; I don’t ever remember it having to be a decision. I knew from Johnny Cash—and Bob Dylan very quickly afterwards, with a thunderous clarity—that I had to live whatever life allowed me to dress like that—to wear pointy boots and glare out over a black guitar."

[From Image Journal's Conversation with Joe Henry.]

The Party

First, the original. A solid pop song about confidence, a commodity among youth made valuable because of it's scarcity.

 


 Now the poorly lip-read send up.

 


 Now the original again, so you remember the tune.

 


 Now Weird Al's critique of the espionage agencies.