My question for Paul Ryan, Republican Speaker of the House, is this: Do you believe in Judgment Day?
Here’s why I ask. Our GOP-controlled Congress passed an Omnibus Spending Bill valued at $1.3 trillion in order to keep the government from shutting down. This bill preserves Medicaid “reimbursements” and Title X funding for “family planning.” Which is to say, it maintains America’s $500 million annual contribution to Planned Parenthood, our largest abortion mill.
On Friday morning, President Trump conveyed that he was hesitant to sign the OSB because it does not address the “800,000 plus DACA recipients . . . and the BORDER WALL, which is desperately needed for our National Defense, is not fully funded.” No mention was made about the taxpayer-enriched organization that kills one American pre-born child every 100 seconds. Then on Friday afternoon, the President signed the bill, “as a matter of national security,” a reference to $60 billion that the OSB invests in our trust in reeking tube and iron shard.
Cecile Richards (2016 reported compensation: $727,202), the slaughterhouse president, knows what a federal defunding of Planned Parenthood would mean for business, considering our tax dollars are its largest source of funding, by far, which is why she screams bloody murder (of poor minority women, of course) whenever the prospect arises. It would amount to the horror of time travel: “go[ing] back to the 1950s.” Eliminating federal funding of Planned Parenthood is an effort to “turn back the clock,” says Nancy Northup (2016 salary: $427,111, plus benefits), CEO and president of the Center for Reproductive Rights. Yes, Planned Parenthood cares so little about providing the “essential health services” of yesteryear (such as mammogram referrals) that it refuses to let go of the post-1973 privilege of killing 320,000-plus pre-born children per year, and selling their brains and livers to researchers.
Yet, the reasoning goes, Paul Ryan & Co. will deal with them later, elsewhere, incrementally, eventually. Getting Things Done in D.C. means living by the Philosophy of Scarlett O’Hara: “I’ll think about it tomorrow.”
“Politics is the art of the possible, the attainable—the art of the next best,” said Otto von Bismarck. Ol’ Cain got things done, too, and Abel’s blood cried out from the soil.
To remember Cain and Abel, or the evil 1950s, or that God wrote on a tablet of stone “Thou shalt not murder” would be to sacrifice political expediency in the Eternal NOW of Washington, D.C. Richard Weaver called this “presentism”: “If we say that everything should be for the present, we must quickly divorce ourselves from each past moment and at the same time not attend to those subjective feelings, born of past experience, which are our picture of the future.” A mind that is forever occupied with the successes of NOW is the mind of an animal, a brute beast. And brute beasts sometimes eat their own young.
What twisted mind imagines any worthy benefit from taking a citizen’s money by force and handing it to a killer of the innocent? Forget about the “next best”: How do you, Congressman, cast that one vote? Thank God, Rand Paul and Ted Cruz and some others refused to side with the presentist majority—one moment in time that will echo into eternity.
And so I return to my first question—not about the 1950s or 2018, but about the future—for Paul Ryan and the President and all those who voted yea: Do you believe in Judgment Day?
“But Lord,” one might say, “we kept the government from shutting down.”