Trump’s erratic executive orders are puerile and vindictively penned, imbued of a malodorous unconstitutionality—intoxicatingly spurred by the methane gas percolating from the delusional alt-right soggy swamp network, Breitbart; which is, effusive of fake news and riddled with Orwellian 1984 alternative facts. Trump’s inner circle confidants, which are flagrantly sullied of nepotism, are the conduits of… Continue reading Stop the Incoherent Madness
“When I wanted you to share my life, I had no doubt in my mind” Right Down The Line, Gerry Rafferty Mary and I commemorated our Fifteen Wedding Anniversary at the idyllic Sanderling Hotel in the Duck community of the Outer Banks, the very same place we spent our honeymoon. Anniversaries are, in my opinion, bookmarked temporal chapters that are 365 pages long. The more chapters documented the more muscular and robust the couple’s commitment will be to each other—so, the culture lore goes. The recognition and celebratory events associated with this custom has deep historical roots dating back to the Middle-Ages and then, packaged and categorized to a tidy discipline by the Victorians: the era of Charles Darwin, the iconic naturalist. Like a museum display case of Coleopteran insects that are taxonomically labeled, each anniversary year has a gemological gift affixed to it, i.e. 25 years is the silver anniversary; 50 years is gold; and the 15th—drum roll please, a ruby.
The Supreme Court’s hypocenter decision in 1973 on Roe v. Wade has been the epicenter of political tsunamis with the deluging dour consequences of women’s rights and dialogues of reasoning morbidities. The evangelical’s political and religious denouncement of the Court’s decision to empower women rights of choice, conferred to the moral police a faux legitimate suspension of Christian ethics, which rationalizes the hypocritical, “the end justifies the means” strategy of duplicity and prevarication. The purported corroborative references inciting condemnation from the virtue protagonist are the Bible and allege conversations with their God. One is falsifiable, the other, not so much. Within the framing of the Enlightenment, the Age of Reason (1650-1700) with their prescient philosophers: Voltaire, Diderot, Spinoza, Locke, and Jefferson who extricated divine intervention as a tenable explanation for natural-world’s phenomena of cause and effect, and so too, I will honed my arguments. Basically, first, I will disqualify the non-falsifiable God conversation; and then, exercise an exegesis of pertinent scripture that would suggest their deity’s intent regarding ensoulment and preferential considerations between mother v. zygote/embryo/fetus: the trinity of the uterus. I will conclude with a scientific– biology solution to the abortion issue by reframing the question from life to humanism: when does humanism start?
The first stubborn fact is the word abortion does not reside in the sacrosanct tome of the bible: The sublime spiritual regal trinity, God the Father, Son, aka Jesus and the Holy Spirit are mute on the topic. One would assume that the collective omniscient/s, the purported creator/s of the universe, could muster up enough etymological omnipotence to conger The Word, abortion. The term has been mud-mired and stained in the swamp of legalese and religiosity creating a perceived odious monster, evoking recoiling gestures of eyes averting, nose pinching loathing and subsequent mind numbing, faith embracing, and ignorance of its implicit opprobrium. It’s indispensable that terms of a subject debate be clearly defined to preclude nebulous semantics and tortuous exaggerated interpretations: There are two types of abortions to be delineated. Spontaneous Abortions/miscarriage: a termination of pregnancy before viability that occurs naturally without medical intervention.
Therapeutic abortion: a termination of pregnancy via the intervention of a physician through surgery or the use of RU-486 or some other medication.
Precociously “taking the initiative”, JW arrived early, and continues to engage. Like all legends, there are surreal shadowy myths weaved into the perfunctory, blurring veracity—and, as Dave, my son in-law has counseled, truth shouldn’t obstruct a good story; and so, the saga of JW begins. There is a hint of a parallel with Rudyard Kipling’s… Continue reading Chronicling The Legend Of Jackson Wood: Year One
At first sniff, Chicago’s history is suggestive of a brewing caldron, wafting odiferous conflicting legends of the origin of its name, mystery of who and what started the great fire of 1871, and what was the meteorological source of the allege tree bowing wind. The etymology of Checagou [Chick-Ah-Goo-Ah], of the language of the Potawatomi… Continue reading Chicago’s Consummate Carnivores, Criminals, and Conflagration
I like this story—even though, at the end I, with an interrogative crescendo, head tilting Scooby doo rendition, articulated to myself the Freudian slip of where is Waldo, quickly recovering with the proper Pronoun of Mark? I suspect my tendentiousness toward this story line is attributed to the evolutionary psychology theory of Patternicity, where there… Continue reading An Old Man’s Opinion
In Herman Melville’s Moby Dick, the opening sentence introduces the narrator with an air of self-deprecation and humility by simply identifying himself: “call me Ishmael”; which, appeals to me, and if it’s good enough for Herman—-so, with as much modesty as Ishmael, call me Roy and I would like to share with you a Cape… Continue reading Beach Blusters: Old Men and Hurricanes
NEW MEXICO’S MOUNTAINS SIRENS ENTREAT ANTIPODES Mary and my visit to our daughter’s home in Angel Fire New Mexico revealed a confounding conjugal of incongruent concepts; opposites do indeed, attract: the attractant agent, be it magnetite or myth, appeared to be of a profound, formidable force. Heather and Dave had purchased a home in New… Continue reading New Mexico’s Mountains Sirens Entreat Antipodes
This is a love story venue in anthropomorphism; a means to humanize animals, not to be confused with inanimate personification. The cosmic black hole tugging impetuses to engage in literary metamorphosis of imbuing non sentient animals with human attributes are manifold. Then, there is, a clique of us, biologist, with fertile minds willing to empirically… Continue reading An Intro to Ben’s Love Story