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Obama and infanticide?

This is a sobering but important read–especially important for the transcript of Obama’s own words so you can judge for your self.  Is there any other legitimate analysis of Obama’s own words regarding the Born-Alive protection legislation?  It sure seems like he defends the “right to infanticide” if the doctor and mother agree that a living, breathing baby should be slowly killed from neglect or worse.

Why Obama Really Voted For Infanticide: More important to protect abortion doctors than “that fetus, or child — however way you want to describe it.”

By Andrew C. McCarthy
National Review

There wasn’t any question about what was happening. The abortions were going wrong. The babies weren’t cooperating. They wouldn’t die as planned. Or, as Illinois state senator Barack Obama so touchingly put it, there was “movement or some indication that, in fact, they’re not just coming out limp and dead.”

No, Senator. They wouldn’t go along with the program. They wouldn’t just come out limp and dead.

They were coming out alive. Born alive. Babies. Vulnerable human beings Obama, in his detached pomposity, might otherwise include among “the least of my brothers.” But of course, an abortion extremist can’t very well be invoking Saint Matthew, can he? So, for Obama, the shunning of these least of our brothers and sisters — millions of them — is somehow not among America’s greatest moral failings.

No. In Obama’s hardball, hard-Left world, these least become “that fetus, or child — however you want to describe it.”

Most of us, of course, opt for “child,” particularly when the “it” is born and living and breathing and in need of our help. Particularly when the “it” is clinging not to guns or religion but to life.

But not Barack Obama. As an Illinois state senator, he voted to permit infanticide. And now, running for president, he banks on media adulation to insulate him from his past.

The record, however, doesn’t lie.

Infanticide is a bracing word. But in this context, it’s the only word that fits. Obama heard the testimony of a nurse, Jill Stanek. She recounted how she’d spent 45 minutes holding a living baby left to die.

The child had lacked the good grace to expire as planned in an induced-labor abortion — one in which an abortionist artificially induces labor with the expectation that the underdeveloped “fetus, or child — however you want to describe it” will not survive the delivery.

Here’s the audio of Obama endorsing Infanticide from the floor of the Illinois Senate

Wow. . .just wow.  This bill Obama blocked while he was in the IL state senate is virtually the exact same one that passed unanimously in both the House and Senate of the U.S. Congress–even the most staunch supporters of abortion in Congress voted to protect the life of babies born alive after the doctors failed to kill them just millimeters inside the birth canal.

If the most extreme pro-life and pro-abortion members of Congress can agree together that killing kids after they are born is not only extreme but infanticide, what does that tell you about someone who would actually block this type of bill?

i can’t wait to see this movie

I am boycotting the Olympics–won’t you join me?

The day of the opening ceremony, 8.8.8, is the 20th anniversary of Burma’s largest national democratic uprising, when millions bravely marched through the streets, and nearly toppled the military regime if they had not been brutally massacred by the junta  (read more about it here).  China is the junta’s best friend (documented here).  The junta wages a viscous campaign of genocide against the ethnic groups in the jungles–most of the landmines and guns and ammunition used by the junta is from China (documented here—-video of it here).

The Chi-Comm’s hands are also bloodied by the way they treat North Korean refuges–rounding them up, jailing them, then shipping them back to their torture or death in North Korea (read more about it here).

China also supports and protects the genocidal government in Sudan (read more about it here).

Lastly, the thugacracy ruling China has a horrendous record of abuses against their own people. You can read more about one segment of these abuse–against the underground church–here.

pouring espresso is a form of art, not a product of a repitious service industry

So, I am sitting at my favorite espresso joint in DC, Murky Coffee (well it USED to be in DC–now the only Murky left standing is in NoVA. . .long story). . .and I chatted it up with two of the best barristas on in the region (David and Will–you really need to experience their skillz at the machine), and they told me of the recent drama that unfolded when an interesting customer ordered “a triple espresso over ice.”

I am sure there are tons of places around town (i.e. starbucks and other similar ilk) that would produce this with not a second thought.  But places like Murky, that take espresso serious, pour their hearts and souls into making the perfect creations, knows that pouring shots of espresso over ice spells trouble.

First, the make-up of the shot itself goes through a slight chemical change when abruptly introduced to ice–and the result downgrades a creamy and flavorful shot to a slightly bitter alter ego of a shot.

Second, as a former barrista, I know that 99% of the people who order espresso over ice are planning to create what industry folks call the “Ghetto Latte.” Shots of espresso are much more cheap than iced lattes. . .and the Ghetto Latte connoisseur knows this.   They get their espresso over ice, walk over to the sugar/cream bar, and fill their cup to the brim with milk and sugar. . .thus, getting out of the $1.00 or so extra that would pay for that sugar and milk. Yes, that’s right. . .these people are cheap bastiches.

Anyway, the episode with the customer mentioned above spiraled into world-wide media attention, blog wars, and intense discussions all over the place.  Here are a few links in case you would like an interesting read and an inside view into the art of espresso (watch out mom–some of these posts have potty mouth):

Blog post of the ghetto latte customer at Murky: Murky Coffee, Arlington: Hold That Espresso Between Your Knees

Nick, owner of Murky, responds: Open letter to Jeff Simmermon

Washington Post coverage: Espresso, Extra Bitter

Boing Boing coverage: Funny espresso rant

Serious Eats coverage: Espresso On Ice Is Not Okay, and Other ‘Restaurant Policies’

Create Debate: Was denying cust an iced espresso on principle right?

happy 4th

The Tide Comes In

I was talking to a friend earlier today about my favorite author, FW Boreham, a pastor from New Zealand/Australia that was also an auhor in the 1950s.  He wrote tons of essays issued acorss several books.  The very first essay I read from the first of his books I picked up was “The Tide Comes In”:

The Melbourne Art Gallery possesses, among its treasures, a painting by Arthur Boyd entitled ‘Waiting for the Tide’. It represents a sheltered and tranquil cove in which a couple of boats are lying. The boat in the foreground is occupied by two men. It leans heavily over, showing that it is hard and fast upon the muddy bed of the little inlet.

Until the tide comes welling in, lifting and liberating it, its occupants are helpless. But their presence in the boat sufficiently indicates their determination to ply their oars and leave the bay the moment the waters rise.

Viewed superficially, the attitude of the two men seems to resemble the attitude of Mr. Micawber [in Charles Dicken's David Copperfield]. In the daytime Mr. Micawber mingles with the throng upon the city streets, hoping for something to turn up among the faces that he finds there. In the evening he throws himself into his chair, adjusts his spectacles and seizes his newspaper, just to see if anything turns up among the advertisements. All life is a lottery to him.

But between Mr. Micawber on the one hand, and the two boatmen on the other, there is, in reality, no ground for comparison. Mr. Micawber represents the wretchedness of wishful thinking; the boatmen represent the satisfaction of a well-based hope.

The tide stands for the stately dependabilities by which we are encompassed and surrounded. The masterly mechanism of the universe-the rising and the setting of the sun, the phases of the moon, the persistence in their orbits of the stars, the revolution of the earth, the cycle of the seasons, the round of the year-all this, like the ebbing and flowing of the tide, is amazingly reliable. It is this element of constancy that, in our friends, means infinitely more than good looks, agreeable behavior or outstanding ability.

Then God spoke to the fish, and it vomited. . .

One of my favorite prayers. . .and not just because it ends with “Then God spoke to the fish, and it vomited.”  God has a funny way of getting through to us when we take things in our own hands and make a mess of things.  By the way, I think I would probably vomit too right after God spoke to me.

Jonah 2

At the Bottom of the Sea

1-9 Then Jonah prayed to his God from the belly of the fish. He prayed:

“In trouble, deep trouble, I prayed to God.
He answered me.
From the belly of the grave I cried, ‘Help!’
You heard my cry.
You threw me into ocean’s depths,
into a watery grave,
With ocean waves, ocean breakers
crashing over me.
I said, ‘I’ve been thrown away,
thrown out, out of your sight.
I’ll never again lay eyes
on your Holy Temple.’
Ocean gripped me by the throat.
The ancient Abyss grabbed me and held tight.
My head was all tangled in seaweed
at the bottom of the sea where the mountains take root.
I was as far down as a body can go,
and the gates were slamming shut behind me forever-
Yet you pulled me up from that grave alive,
O God, my God!
When my life was slipping away,
I remembered God,
And my prayer got through to you,
made it all the way to your Holy Temple.
Those who worship hollow gods, god-frauds,
walk away from their only true love.
But I’m worshiping you, God,
calling out in thanksgiving!
And I’ll do what I promised I’d do!
Salvation belongs to God!”

10 Then God spoke to the fish, and it vomited up Jonah on the seashore.

absolute surrender

I have read it before a long time ago, but I picked up Andrew Murray’s Absolute Surrender again to read through it with a few of my buddies here in DC.  I love the opening:

1 Kings 20:1-4

1 Now Ben-Hadad king of Aram mustered his entire army. Accompanied by thirty-two kings with their horses and chariots, he went up and besieged Samaria and attacked it. 2 He sent messengers into the city to Ahab king of Israel, saying, “This is what Ben-Hadad says: 3 ‘Your silver and gold are mine, and the best of your wives and children are mine.’ “

4 The king of Israel answered, “Just as you say, my lord the king. I and all I have are yours.”

What Ben Hadad asked was absolute surrender; and what Ahab gave was what was asked of him–absolute surrender.  I want to use these words: ‘My lord, o king, according to thy saying, I am thine, and all that I have,’ as the words of absolute surrender with which every child of God ought to yield himself to his Father.  We have heard it before, but we need to hear it very definitely–the condition of God’s blessing is absolute surrender of all into His hands.  Praise God!  If our hearts are willing for that, there is no end to what God will do for us, and to the blessing God will bestow.