The Anchoress

All the pro-life rhetoric in the world pales in comparison to seeing real people choose life, love, family and hope for the future. Nobody is missing from the family pictures. Everyone is there. Congrats and God Bless to David & Missy and their little strawberry-blonde daughter, and to their loving parents.

Fausta is feeling depressed about the inability of our young adults to develop relationships of mature intimacy.

A young woman in college, having sexual encounters with dozens of men who are little more than strangers to her, yearns for a guy to at least say he is going to stay.

I find that extremely depressing: She wants not love, not intimacy (and forget about a spiritual component to a union - that hasn’t even crossed anyone’s mind). Just permanence. How sad.

She’s talking about this young woman, whose - indeed, sad - essay was choses from over 700 submitted by college students asked to write about love and relationships.

But noncommittal is what we’re all about

Siggy writes about love and the higher-self - the perfect union of love which is not simply a physical formula but one of the spirit. Two persons creating a single entity through both physical union and spiritual commitment.

Truly, it is an idea almost as old as civilization - monogamy, family, the unit, which blends two families and then extends out. Given the determined effort of the know-it-all boomers to “deconstruct” all of the worthless and bourgeois establishment norms that went before them - marriage and family were emphatically “out” and “repressive” - it is not surprising to see a generation unable to process the idea of commitment to anything other than “whatever there is today.”

“It’s your thing, do what you wanna do.” “If it feels good, do it.” “Make yourself happy,” and “the church of what’s happening now” have led us to:

Sometimes I don’t like them, or am scared of them, and a lot of times I’m just bored by them. But my fear or dislike or boredom never seems to diminish my underlying desire for a guy to stay, or at least to say he is going to stay, for a very long time.

And even when I don’t want him to stay — even when he and I find each other as strangers and remain strangers until we stop doing whatever it is we are doing — I still want to believe that two people can meet and like each other well enough to stay together exclusively, without the introduction of some 1960s rhetoric about free love or other noncommittal slogans.

But noncommittal is what we’re all about.

I while back I wrote:

We have now had several generations growing up with either missing parents or well-meaning but “barely-there” parents. A lot of what we learn regarding intimacy we learn from Mom and Dad and Grandma. If they’re barely in the picture, from whom will we learn it? The Nursery school teacher?”
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intimacy has been defined downward, especially for our young girls, to mean little more than a “hook-up.” Children, especially girls, are being sexualized at ever-earlier ages…most of Buster’s generation grew up watching Friends and Sex in the City and thinking that this was what life was: a series of sexual encounters with no emotional attachments, no repercussions, no pain, no loss of oneself.
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While the girls are untethered and confused balls of sexuality, too many boys are learning to see the girls not as young women to be respected, admired and (in a chivalrous sense) looked after, but as disposable spittoons for their disregarded and misunderstood sperm. I’ve heard my sons and his friends complain about it - that their generation is very screwed up about how to relate to each other, that too many of both gender have no idea what self-respect is, that they treat themselves, and each other, badly. They crave intimacy but have no idea how to achieve it when they’ve been raised to throw everything - their virginity, their standards, their drive to succeed (it’s not cool to get good grades) - their potential, their very selves away…This is not an overnight problem, it’s yet another fruit of the sexual revolution and the world-tilting sixties - the overcorrection to the 1950’s.

Dick Meyer, writing on the same issue and about our isolationism, in The Lonely States of America:

“I suspect…this study overlooks one simple contributing factor, the decline of real geographic communities — places where people grow up where their parents grew up, where non-nuclear relatives live near by, where friendships and acquaintances go across generations.

Explaining social isolation will be controversial, but not as difficult as repairing it.

Indeed. How do we repair it? All of the old social safeguards are no longer in place; instead of communities wherein live several generations of families and friends, everyone is transient and most of us have only a nodding acquaintance with our neighbors. Church? Secularists who correctly identify the problem do not like to consider that answer, but there might be some help there.

I like this bit from God and the World - by the man my son Buster refers to as “The Artist Formerly Known as Ratzinger”:

Man is created with a need for others, so that he may pass beyond his own limits. He needs to be completed. He is not made to be alone - that is not good for him - but is made to turn toward someone else. He must look for himself in the other person and find himself in him. … there follows the prophetic declaration that the man will on this account leave his father and his mother and will become one flesh with the woman. They will be one flesh with each other, one united human being. The entire drama of the two sexes’ need for each other, of their being turned toward each other, is contained within this declaration. In addition it is also said hat they are there in order to give themselves each to the other, so as to make the gift of new life in doing so, and then finally to devote themselves to this new life. In this sense, the mystery of marriage is contained within it, and basically the family is likewise envisaged.

He goes on like that - very politically incorrect, of course. But sensible.

If you don’t like the religious perspective, you can look at the trends in pop-culture to also see where defining down the differences between men and women have altered our perceptions of each other. Check out this post about the dearth of “women’s” films and strong, respected actresses:

These are women who remain iconic because — are you ready for this? — they command the respect of both men and women. Command, not demand with tired lectures. They also don’t cuss like sailors, show us their tatas, or take whomever to bed in a fit of some twisted definition of empowerment at the expense of respect. For we men, these women were worthy of worship. Most of today’s female stars, on their best days, are mere objects of fantasy.

The comments section is especially good. And it even offers a solution of a sort, different from Pope Benedict’s but it might be a start. I recall that one of the biggest movies in recent years was My Big Fat Greek Wedding - which had for its heroine a real, imperfectly beautiful woman, living in a real imperfect family, with embarrassing parents and nosy aunts and with involved neighbors in their ethnic enclave. To me, when the heroine’s WASPY future husband gets baptized in the Greek Orthodox Church and smiles at her, “I’m Greek, now,” and goes on to blend in beautifully with all the madness, lunacy, sorry and exasperated joy that makes up family - this is totally believable and real. And it is a clue as to how we might go on and go forward.

If religion and authority are - for some - too scary a means by which we may begin to repair this lonely mess we’ve allowed to develop in our society, then maybe the popular culture - which certainly profited from helping to tear our social fabric apart - may figure out that there is profit to be made in restoring it, as well.

UPDATE: The Curmudgeon Porretto says:

Damn it all people, learn from your mistakes!: Sex is much too serious an undertaking to be casual about it. You have to expose yourself to too many hazards — and the bacterial and viral ones are far from the worst.

Yes…and it is the only thin we can do that ultimately assists in creation and in the continuance of the world. Something that powerful really ought to be respected, don’t you think?

Video Via Deacon Greg.

I read of a couple who chose to deliver a baby that every doctor said they should abort, because the baby would likely never live outside the womb. They had the baby - they gave him life, named him, blessed him, held and kissed and loved him for the 45 minutes he lived. They cooed and took his picture and said to him, “we welcome you, we love you; we are yours and you are ours; we thank God for you, we will see you again.”

A few years ago, as my brother was dying, I wrote about the saying goodbye - how hard it is, but also how beautiful, and than life should be lived, while it can be.

But this is too sad, it is. Life is so very sad and so very beautiful. Some will scoff: “Beauty? What beauty? What kind of sick mind can find beauty in this pietà? It would be more beautiful to help your brother to end his suffering. Real love has nothing in common with pain. What is to be gained from all of this beside some medieval Catholic satisfaction in suffering?”

I can only answer that question with a question: Do you think that giving my lionhearted brother a “compassionate” needle would truly lessen our suffering, or his? By cutting short the process, do we step off the Via Dolorosa and avoid it all, or do we merely thwart a plan for our own lives? Should we steal from our brother the opportunity for him to reach out a hand and have it immediately grasped, to have everything about his existence affirmed, over and over?

Should we steal from ourselves the opportunity to love?

God is love. The world needs more love, so the world needs more God. We get more God by allowing love and life to come into the world, by opening ourselves to it all, and by not hastening its departure.

Related:
God Loved You First…
Memories of God
Failing to Love is Killing Europe
The Searing Season (via Siggy
No Greater Love
When a woman chooses not to abort

I did it again! Opened up dozens of interesting stories and blog posts and now I have too much to write about, so I’ll just link you to them!

Siggy brings us the Heavy Metal Puppy: you won’t believe your eyes.

GM Roper says we ought to be smarter than we’re proving ourselves to be. He’s quite correct.

Remember Sandy Berger and his theft of Top Secret documents on terrorism? The Clinton library ain’t talking about it. It’s amazing how many things the Clintons get away with not talking about. Library donors, Hillary’s exceedingly radical past, physical examinations, money bundlers…all the ways the Clinton administration got palsy with China…

Bill never minds talking about himself, though, and he’s reminding me a little of Gloria Swanson, here: “Somebody faints at nearly every one of these things now. At my age, I didn’t think I could make anybody faint anymore.”

That makes my whole spine shudder the way it did when reading about Madonna rubbing against Justin Timberlake. You want to say, “for cryin’ out loud, get a room,” even though Clinton is only talking about himself.

This Australian is more worried about Clintonian fibbing and Chameleon-like behavior than most Americans seem to be.

Mighty Christopher Hitchens asks a great question: Can Obama’s Wright problems be laid at his wife’s feet? Hitchens is right to ask it and we do deserve to know.

Nicedeb says the Italian newspapers are wondering if Bush is crossing the Tiber I don’t know if it matters; I like his international day of prayer idea, though.

Meanwhile, Curt Jester answers the question: Is liberal Catholicism dead? I’d say it’s in extremis. But I also think that if the “conservatives” in the church overcorrect and overplay their hands, the “liberals” may be pulled out of their death throes. At some point, “love” and “law” will have to intertwine and nurture together.

Bobby Jindal: love him, always did, and if he’d beaten Kathleen Blanco in the Louisiana governor’s race the first time and thus had a few more years under his belt in the state office, I’d say, “veep, hell, make him the top of the ticket!” I’d love to see him round out McCain but I don’t think it can (or even should happen) when his state clearly needs him. But then again the way this crazy primary season is going…well, you know my feelings. Meanwhile Baldilocks fears it looks like pandering.

My Elder Son is graduating but not walking - he’s had enough of the school and does not wish to hear Chuck Schumer’s address. We’ve heard it twice already and Schumer always uses the same speech, uttering the deathless phrase “GO FOR IT!” Son said he’d rather just go for dinner. I figured he should get SOME graduation advice, though, so I sent him a commencement address from P.J. O’ Rourke. H/T Betsy.

One for all the good teachers: Butter and Standardized tests - you’ll like it. Heartwarming.

And one of the worst teachers I’ve ever heard about.

The Swiss are concerned about cruelty and immoral behavior toward plant life. But don’t worry; abortion is still okay over there.

Don’t Cry for Me? Here we have Fausta on the vagaries of Latin America and Gateway Pundit has Bad News for Hugo Chavez and some US Dems.

Are Global Warmingists pulling a fast one? Duh. I like this video.

Obi’s Sister looks at the fact-challenged press.

It’s Little League Season! I so miss having a kid at the games! Danielle Bean writes about League-mom bi-location.

Bring back movie execs who grew stars? There is an argument to be made. And the comments are interesting too, especially about Garbo.

An Interview with Anne Rice, On Benedict’s visit and more. An interesting comments section, too.

Video: Intelligent Design argued entertainingly. H/T Matteo, who probably thinks I never read him anymore, because I link so rarely.

Video: A dedicated warrior sews and shows his softer side.

Father/Son video games: I really love the picture.

There is a a lovely post up over at the Inside Catholic blog, wherein Zoe Romanowsky links to Fr. Hugh Vincent Dyer, OP (is it me or is the Dominican Order absolutely all over the internet and using it very well, indeed?), and his encounter with a Muslim woman that might surprise you.

One day last week I stood in front of St. Stephen Martyr Church in D.C. with a young religious sister and the pastor of the parish. The scene would have made for a typical beginning to a joke, “A priest, a nun, and a friar, were…” We were talking, laughing, and enjoying the sun; a diocesan priest in black, a Franciscan sister in brown and a Dominican in white.

A young lady with olive skin, black hair, and black eyes approached us. Her accented voice trembled as she asked us to pray with her there on the street. She explained that her brother had been killed in Baghdad and her father had been kidnapped a year ago. We all closed our eyes and bowed our heads as Monsignor prayed…

You really do want to read the whole thing.

It reminds me a little of a story I linked to last year, by another priest, this time one taking a lesson from a newly-baptized Iraqi woman who took her life in her hands to leave Islam and embrace the Christ:

…this woman, who must remain anonymous, was touched deeply when she realized that the U.S. medical personnel not only treated wounded Americans and Iraqi civilians, but also treated wounded enemy combatants, including one who was known for having killed U.S. Marines. As she put it, “This cannot happen with us.”

This dramatic extension of mercy even to enemy soldiers caused her to take the next cautious step. She asked Father Bautista to “tell me more about Jesus.” As Father described Jesus and his life in the Gospels, one thing stood out among the rest for the Muslim woman he called “Fatima” (not her real name) and that was how kindly Jesus had related to, as she put it, “the two Mary’s.” Fatima was moved to see how Jesus deeply loved Mary, his mother, who was sinless, but also how Jesus deeply loved Mary Magdalene, who was “a great sinner.” As these discussions continued, Fatima reached a point where she said to Father Bautista, “I want to become a Christian.”
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…Father Bautista became concerned for Fatima’s well-being and cautioned her to look carefully at the consequences of her decision and to think seriously before continuing her path into the Church.

Fatima paused for a moment and then looking intently at Father Bautista asked, “Do you give up so easily on Jesus?”

I like how the Mother of the Christ, Mary, riffs through these two stories in one way or another, through the “Fatima” connection or the Hail Mary in the first story. Mary, of course, is revered in Islam, although differently than as in Catholic or Orthodox Christianity. She also appeared at Fatima, in Portugal, a place named for the most-favored daughter of Mohammed.

I would have linked to Zoe Romanowsky’s post anyway, but right now I also do so in a special way. After trying very hard to keep my own east-and-west separately, today I finally toss it all up to God (in the same way I used to pick Buster’s pacifier up from the floor and give it back to him without major sterilization procedures) and say, “hey, while you’re there at Inside Catholic, go read my piece, which revisits - from a somewhat different angle - the Egan/Giuliani Imbroglio I second-parted here. Call it a part-three.

Deacon Greg has discovered Bruce Wayne or maybe Elastagirl, given my runs up and down the scale!

It seems like it was only a very short while ago that news broke on these Austrian Monks getting a recording contract, and now their first album, Chant; Music for Paradise, will be released on May 19.

As you can hear in the video, they have an unusually pure sound - their voices seem to blend effortlessly and seamlessly.

Gregorian Chant seems to be making a genuine comeback; thanks to the videogame Halo, kids are developing an ear and an appreciation for it; I think that can lead to very good things, even surprising things. Mother Benedict Nuss, foundress of the Abbey of Regina Laudis insisted that her nuns continue with Latin chant even when other monasteries were moving toward the vernacular. She said, “I had an intuitive conviction that the Chant had the power to communicate the life of God as no other music does.”

Anyway, this is pretty cool. Meanwhile Margaret Cabaniss has a very brief snippet of song from those three brother-priests in Ireland who just signed a recording contract. A bit Irish-tenory for me, but it’s such a brief clip, perhaps it’s not fair to judge.

In any case, I don’t think introducing a bit of Chant and such to the pop culture can hurt it any! May do some good!

UPDATE: Brian Saint-Paul has more on the the “Halo” connection which is nothing at all like The Rainbow Connection, but now I’ll have that song in my head all day!

For me, the most moving image of the papal visit thus far was watching Pope Benedict XVI leave the popemobile to walk, gravely and unassumingly, down the ramp at Ground Zero, to pray, bless the ground and meet with survivors and family members.

He walked, all in papal white, wearing a light coat against the damp wind, arms to his side, his face solemn, and the world was quiet. And that image - at that instant - seemed earthshaking: the man Peter walking down into that terrible pit of pain - a place ruined by hate, but also redeemed by hope and heroism. It was maddening trying to find a news broadcast that managed to stop talking, but finally there was silence:

God of peace, bring your peace to our violent world:
peace in the hearts of all men and women
and peace among the nations of the earth.
Turn to your way of love
those whose hearts and minds
are consumed with hatred.

God of understanding,
overwhelmed by the magnitude of this tragedy,
we seek your light and guidance
as we confront such terrible events.
Grant that those whose lives were spared
may live so that the lives lost here
may not have been lost in vain.
Comfort and console us,
strengthen us in hope,
and give us the wisdom and courage
to work tirelessly for a world
where true peace and love reign
among nations and in the hearts of all.
– Benedict XVI at Ground Zero

I was struck to see, each time someone moved to kneel before him, Benedict put his hand under his/her right elbow, discouraging the genuflection. He came down, he saw and blessed; he met with families and then…he left…without fanfare, having done the only thing he could do; shared Christ in grief and prayer.

There was a humility and a sense of his respect for the ground and the families. It gave me chills. Benedict’s humility instructs. I am so glad he came.

Rocco at Whispers in the Loggia has been the indispensable go-to source for complete and timely postings of the texts of each of the many addresses Pope Benedict has made during his sojourn in America. I was happy to see that he (and Fr. James Martin) thought similarly to me, that the pontiff’s brief extemporaneous remarks at the back of St. Patrick’s Cathedral (upon being reminded that it was the precise moment of his election three years earlier) provided a perfect glimpse into the heart of the man:

At this moment I can only thank you for your love of the Church and Our Lord, and for the love which you show to the poor Successor of Saint Peter. I will try to do all that is possible to be a worthy successor of the great Apostle, who also was a man with faults and sins, but remained in the end the rock for the Church. And so I too, with all my spiritual poverty, can be for this time, in virtue of the Lord’s grace, the Successor of Peter.

It is also your prayers and your love which give me the certainty that the Lord will help me in this my ministry. I am therefore deeply grateful for your love and for your prayers. My response now for all that you have given to me during this visit is my blessing, which I impart to you at the conclusion of this beautiful Celebration.

You could sum his remarks up in five words, “Love Jesus, pray for me.” But he is much more elegant that that.

On Friday night there was a youth gathering at St. Patrick’s Cathedral, and a friend of ours, a freshly ordained deacon participated. At one point the sacrament of confession was offered to the young people in attendance. “I made the same assumption that most people would make. I turned around to talk to someone, figuring at that point - at being offered confession - the young people would leave. I was stunned to turn back around and find lines 30 and 40 deep at each station, and a scrambling to find available priests to help out. We figured we would be there all night. For me, it was just extraordinary.”

Rocco saw a bit of what was happening on Friday night as well; he writes about it and adds his own enthusiastic thoughts here.

Martin called Benedict’s homily to clergy and religious at St. Patrick’s Cathedral, “…one of the best I’ve ever heard. Period.” Well, he’d say that, being a priest for whom its message was meant, but in reading it, I really must agree that it’s a stunner. His use of the architecture and structure of that very building as a metaphor for their lives in the church was just brilliant and again, yes, elegant:

“…the stained glass windows, which flood the interior with mystic light. From the outside, those windows are dark, heavy, even dreary. But once one enters the church, they suddenly come alive; reflecting the light passing through them, they reveal all their splendor. Many writers – here in America we can think of Nathaniel Hawthorne – have used the image of stained glass to illustrate the mystery of the Church herself. It is only from the inside, from the experience of faith and ecclesial life, that we see the Church as she truly is: flooded with grace, resplendent in beauty, adorned by the manifold gifts of the Spirit. It follows that we, who live the life of grace within the Church’s communion, are called to draw all people into this mystery of light.
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Like all Gothic cathedrals, it is a highly complex structure, whose exact and harmonious proportions symbolize the unity of God’s creation. Medieval artists often portrayed Christ, the creative Word of God, as a heavenly “geometer”, compass in hand, who orders the cosmos with infinite wisdom and purpose. Does this not bring to mind our need to see all things with the eyes of faith, and thus to grasp them in their truest perspective, in the unity of God’s eternal plan?

He went on to discuss - again - the abuse scandals, and then to exhort the whole church to holiness through the grace of Christ. If you read no other text of Benedict’s visit this weekend, do read this one; it is a tremendous piece that both entertains and instructs and ultimately leads to thoughtfulness and prayer.

Finally, wasn’t the gathering at Dunwoodie and St. Joseph’s Seminary a wonderful sort of “mini” World Youth Day? One of the kids presenting the pope with an American and tri-state-area-based Catholic hero was a friend of the family, and it was thrilling to see him connect with Benedict with a very Italian-style buss to both cheeks. Benedict must be tired - he’s 81 and has had very full and emotional days all throughout this trip - and yet he, the introvert pope, seemed to be as bouyed and energized by the 25,000 young people in attendance as John Paul II ever was. Excellent day!

I agree with Gateway Pundit that Kelly Clarkson sang a good (and youthful) rendition of Shubert’s Ave Maria, although I do wish someone had urged her against the plunging neckline.

Flipping the channels this morning I heard someone complaining that the pope is getting too much good press. Seems fair to me, considering the miserable press he’s gotten since he was Cardinal Ratzinger, and upon his elevation. But don’t get too concerned; as Jim points out here, some members of the press are happy to continue to mischaracterize the pope’s words and intentions.

Over at Godspy.com, Angelo Matera has a great, spot-on piece about How the media is missing the pope’s radical critique of American religion, but the more I listen to the press during this visit the more I realize…they miss a lot.

Gateway Pundit, who has pretty wide coverage of Benedict, makes a great catch:

The Pope yesterday for the first time talked about his youth and the Nazi regime, via BBC:

The Pope told the crowd his own years as a teenager had been “marred by a sinister regime that thought it had all the answers”.

“Its influence grew, infiltrating schools and civic bodies, as well as politics and even religion, before it was fully recognised for the monster it was,” he said.

“It banished God and thus became impervious to anything true and good.

“Let us thank God that so many people of your generation are able to enjoy the liberties which have arisen from the extension of democracy and respect for human rights.”

Meanwhile Zoe Romanowsky notes how a celibate may become “father to the world”

:::UPDATE::: Yale says FAKE; this is performance art. I must admit my mind would never go there, but if it’s a hoax, as I had hoped, then good.:::END UPDATE:::

If the story is true, and it is so mind-boggling I want to believe it’s a hoax, then its breaking during the visit of Pope Benedict XVI (where we watched the pontiff pause in his exit from mass at National’s Stadium to kiss the forehead of a sleeping infant) will bring into full focus the contrast between the Culture of Life and the Culture of Death.

Art major Aliza Shvarts ’08 wants to make a statement.

Beginning next Tuesday, Shvarts will be displaying her senior art project, a documentation of a nine-month process during which she artificially inseminated herself “as often as possible” while periodically taking abortifacient drugs to induce miscarriages. Her exhibition will feature video recordings of these forced miscarriages as well as preserved collections of the blood from the process

The “forced miscarriages” should be rightly called “self-induced abortions.”

Just yesterday the reviled President Bush said:

In a world where some treat life as something to be debased and discarded, we need your message that all human life is sacred and that each of us is willed, each of us is loved. And your message that each of us is willed, each of us is loved, and each of us is necessary. In a world where some no longer believe that we can distinguish between simple right and wrong, we need your message to reject this dictatorship of relativism and embrace a culture of justice and truth.

Benedict - who famously cautioned us on the “dictatorship of relativism”, said in reply:

The preservation of freedom calls for the cultivation of virtue, self-discipline, sacrifice for the common good and a sense of responsibility towards the less fortunate….freedom is ever new. It is a challenge held out to each generation, and it must constantly be won over for the cause of good. Few have understood this as clearly as the late Pope John Paul II…he reminded us that history shows, time and again, that “in a world without truth, freedom loses its foundation”, and a democracy without values can lose its very soul.

If the story is true, pray for this young woman; she is in serious, serious trouble. This poor young woman is apparently so much a product of the world and the secularist mindset that she has lost touch with her own understanding of her body, her sexuality and her humanness as something more than tissue and utilitarian mass. How hopelessly bleak.

Benedict is here to teach us of “Christ, Our Hope.” This girl has no hope in her. She may have ambition, but hope is gone. It cannot exist in such a vacuum of understanding. She needs prayers. Lots of prayers and love. And so do all of the women out there who are struggling and praying for babies while others are throwing them away, and for all of us who have suffered through multiple miscarriages and still remember and miss our lost children, while others…well…it’s unthinkable.

I hope the story is a hoax. I’m holding out for it.

Related: The Democrats don’t want to official commend the pope. He’s you know, pro-life.

This is a remarkable talk by a remarkable scientist, Neuroanatomist Jill Bolte Taylor, who recounts what she learned from her stroke

(Via Hootsbuddy)

Feed your right brain! Pray - meditate - contemplate!

Other interesting links:

Is “Manmade” Global Warming Alarmism Al Gore’s therapeutic solution to his 2000 loss?

Can embracing the hard stuff carve out your heroism?

If your religion has to threaten you with death to hold you, do you stay?

Is the craft of journalism depressed or full of neurotic and self-loathing? Or is it just journalism-ADHD?

Planned Parenthood: Does it represent Margaret Sanger’s racist and genocidal ideals? Read Sanger’s Pivot of Civilization and decide for yourself.

Did Hillary really try to deny Richard Nixon the right to council? If so shouldn’t we see her being questioned about it? How long do illusions last?

Go Arlen! How many appellate judges did they managed to seat for Clinton?

Did you ever think women wearing wallets would be this interesting?

Do you like STACLU’s new design?