Between the media and the politicians we have had kind of a rough time of it for the last fifty years. Any time we thought something didn’t make any sense and poked our heads up to say, “What?” we were immediately smacked down and called names.
It started with Protected Classes. While the unsophisticated among us may have thought that the Civil Rights laws of the sixties applied to, well, people, our betters on the Supreme Court informed us that they only applied to Protected Classes of people. If you didn’t rent an apartment to a Pole or a Jew you were home free. If the aggrieved prospective tenant was black or Puerto Rican you were in big trouble.
The notion of protected classes of people seemed to metastasize after that.
Bernie Madoff set up a hedge fund which bilked people of billions of dollars and he was prosecuted for it. His ill-gotten gains were forfeit to the government and his body was sent to the slammer.
John Corzine, a governor of New Jersey, had a hedge fund which managed to evaporate several billions of dollars of his investors assets by using them to shore up positions his fund had taken and when the whole enterprise went belly-up and the billions were nowhere to be seen Mr. Corzine was referred to in the press not as the thieving hedge fund fraudster but as The Former Governor of New Jersey.
Unlike Madoff he filed for bankruptcy, washed his hands of his billions of debts, and is free and walking among us.
Was Jon Corzine a member of a Protected Class?
When Barack Obama was pushing his stimulus bill through congress he kept referring to shovel-ready projects in his exhortations to congress to provide 800 billion to put America back to work.
After the financial dust settled Obama was asked about his shovel-ready projects and he kind of laughed as he admitted that there were no shovel-ready projects. But the money was spent.
Barack Obama spent 800 billion for something other than he said he was going to spend it on. Was Barack Obama a member of a Protected Class?
Every time some kind of comprehensive solution to the illegal immigration question had been implemented there has always been a stipulation about a border fence. Money has been appropriated several times for a border fence. There is not now nor was there ever a border fence except here and there and a here-and-there fence is a joke, not a fence. But anybody mentioning a fence is derided as a nativist or a racist whereas the people taking advantage of the lack of a fence are called Dreamers.
Are Mexicans now a Protected Class?
The answer now seems clear. Americans who like their country and wish it well are not a Protected Class.
Everybody else is.
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Today the usually perspicacious folks at Powerline showcased what they called a clinic for Republican candidates when Carly Fiorina answered a persistent Jake Tapper who kept demanding to know about her support for a ban on abortions after 20 weeks gestation. Would she, the gimlet-eyed, steely-voiced Tapper demanded, support exceptions in cases of rape or incest?
This is a classic example of the magician distracting your attention by getting you to focus on his left hand, which is repeatedly shuffling a deck of cards, while his right hand makes a tray of daiquiris and serves them to the people in the first row, leaving you puzzling about why the first row seems to be enjoying the show more than the rest of the audience.
The Powerline folks applauded Carly Fiorina for throwing the question back in Tapper’s lap and telling him to ask, instead, questions about abortion to Hillary Clinton.
Fiorina’s performance was, undoubtedly, a competent politician’s performance, which may be sufficient for now because she isn’t, after all, a politician.
What she missed, and what Powerline missed her missing, was an historic, epochal, sound-barrier-shattering moment:
Every time somebody, anybody, tries to restrict abortions in any way it takes less than a millisecond for somebody to say
What about in cases of rape or incest?
We’re not talking about abortion per se here. We’re talking about abortion after 20 weeks gestation. 20 weeks is about 5 months. Close to Herman Gosnell territory. So why, Carly might have said, is that even a question? She might have continued,
Who gets raped by anyone or snuggled by a close relative and takes five months to figure it out? And if someone does, does it happen often enough that we need to use our time hashing out the fine points? What’s next? Angels on the head of a pin?
And that might have been the last time we’d have to listen to the media’s version of Row, Row Your Abortion Boat.
Is HBO really trying to censor a fighter’s boxing trunks because they sport an ammo company’s logo? That seems to be the message the folks at Hot Air are taking away from HBO’s contract negotiations with one of the top pro boxers, Sergey Kovalev.
Normally I would leap on this like white on rice, as they used to say in St. Bernard Parish when it still existed, but as both the Hot Air blog post and its source from the National Shooting Sports Foundation seemed just a wee bit u-r-g-e-n-t and as neither blog post addressed what was actually said I couldn’t escape the suspicion that the real issue might just be a general ban on turning boxing trunks into billboards, just like Pete Rozelle’s banning Jim McMahon’s Nike headband for Superbowl XX.
But if the issue was really that HBO didn’t want to be associated in any way with guns then they have raised the hypocrisy bar so high that the word had better be retired because nobody will ever again deserve it.
On the day my daughter was born the superstar of the neo-natal ward was one Caitlin Finn. A beautiful, happy, hearty girl. Hearty might be the operative word. Caitlin was 13 pounds.
For comparison, that same day my own daughter was born. Accompanied by noises I didn’t know the human throat could make. She was an ounce under 7.5 pounds.
So, Caitlin, as you are all starry-eyed about being a real woman, and we are all rooting for you, let’s go! Have at it. We are all sure you’re just itchin’ to be delivered of a baby at least that robust!