National Review Online editor Kathryn Jean Lopez is furious! Her boyfriends, the Virginia General Assembly, were this close to passing their Chick on a Stick law, but it was snatched away at the last moment by opponents armed with "humor," which according to Kathryn Jean's reading of the rulebook constitutes illegal use of a foreign object.
Medieval Fool attired in traditional Pro-Choice Motley.
There's no doubt that Planned Parenthood and its supporters had a brilliant strategy: Get as many people as possible to repeat the word "transvaginal" in news and commentary stories, and accomplish two things: Defeat legislation at hand and make your opposition look like a freak show.I'd think the mere fact of the Virginia State government decreeing that a patient be forced to pay for her abortion not merely in specie but in pain and humiliation was enough to bring them into ill repute, but no; apparently "transvaginal" is a magic word, and like "Avada kedavra!" it killed the Virginia Vaginal Invasion Act of 2012. (Full disclosure: like a lot of liberals, I have been saying "transvaginal" a lot lately, but I want to assure K-Lo that it's not because I'm trying to discredit the policy goal of shoving an imaging device into every pregnant woman and turning her uterus into an episode of "Big Brother," but only because it just happens to be my safe word).
That's what just played out with a bill in Virginia that would have required women considering having an abortion to get a sonogram first.Modern feminists are such easily distracted crybabies that they can't even carry on a civil discussion about which of their civil rights to give up while Virginia Governor Bob McDonnell is transfixing them with a bollard. And let's face it, Kathryn Jean does have a point. After all, stabbing an abortion patient with a Sonogram Shiv isn't fatal, it's not like they're getting pierced by bullets. That kind of thing is strictly reserved for abortion providers.
From a Washington Post piece about a protest against the bill:
"Molly Vick of Richmond said it was her first time to take part in a protest, but the issue was too infuriating and compelling."
What's infuriating is that we can't have an honest debate about anything that involves women, because it might make Planned Parenthood or any of the political or business wings of the abortion industry uncomfortable.
This is the new feminist America, and it's just as delusional and duplicitous at the first round.As we now know, The Feminine Mystique was an elaborate literary hoax, like Robinson Crusoe, or The O'Reilly Factor for Kids.
It's not happening at anti-establishment protests, it is the establishment.Fundamentalist Catholics like K-Lo and Rick Santorum are the new Hippies, and are out to bring down the Man -- well, the Woman -- with powerful counter-culture events, like a conservative Woodstock, in which clean cut men and women would have fruitful, p-in-v intercourse in a muddy field while Hank Williams, Jr. musically inquired if they had made the proper preparations for football, and the organizers got on the loudspeaker periodically to warn the pregnant women in the audience not to take the brown folic acid. They were also going to have a March on Washington, but it's hard to cover a lot of ground quickly with an aspirin held between your knees, so they're going to save that event for the Summer of Abstinence picnic.
Even "Saturday Night Live" got into the frenzy, mocking the bill and the term of the moment in a recent sketch.Really? Even Saturday Night Live stooped to cheapshot satire? I'll never look at public affairs programming the same way again.
If only the sponsors of this legislation had foreseen the crippling comic effects of the word "transvaginal," and had pre-empted it with a less risible term. They might have referred to the device in question as the Twat Twizzler, or -- as Mary calls it -- the Vag-O-Matic. Other possibilities include "the Elder Wand," "the Pols' Pole," or "the Staff of the National Review."
Go ahead and read the bill that caused the cries of "state-mandated rape." The word "transvaginal" never appears in it.To meet the demands of the proposed law, a transvaginal ultrasound is required, but the authors never actually come right out and say it in so many words. So basically, the bill talks in vague, but menacing euphemisms, like a villain from a 1970s detective show ("I want this Rockford situation taken care of...permanently!").
The bill was an update on Virginia's informed-consent lawOtherwise known as the "Orwell? Never Heard of Him" Act.
...which didn't require a particular kind of ultrasound, such as the intrusive procedure that drew mockery and outrage from the left. So doctors on site would be making the calls about what kind of ultrasound would be best for a particular women -- not the governor or the House of Delegates or the legendary exorcist Rick Santorum!I wonder if these are the same doctors who pointed out that the only way to get the kind of image the bill required was to shish kabob the patient. I also wonder if K-Lo feels obliged to list the lies she tells in her various columns when she goes to confession, or if she's wangled some sort of Papal dispensation that permits her to freely fib for Christ.
And, frankly, even if the bill did mandate an invasive type ultrasound -- sometimes the age of the fetus or other circumstances will call for it --it wouldn't have been state-sponsored rape.The woman would have had to pay for it, so it would only have been state-inflicted rape.
It's standard medical care. All things in the OB-GYN world tend to be invasive. Are routine exams rape, too? Can we just drop the nonsense already?Kathryn Jean, are you really incapable of grasping the concept of consent? That's like saying there's no difference between an appendectomy and getting shanked in an alley. Yes, they both involve knives, but in the former case they won't actually cut you unless you sign the form.
I guess not. Not when those who resort to the most shameless rhetoric end up winning.You seem depressed. Unfortunately, your home state has just passed a law mandating that patients suspected of clinical depression be trepanned to allow the demons to escape their skulls. Have a seat.