Honeymoon at Jesus Beach
What can the motive be behind Godbag Nationâ€™s hysterical love affair with the non-viable second-trimester fetus? Our governor-mullahs claim they are â€œprotecting the unbornâ€ because they â€œlove life.â€ I am sorry to say that this is a lie. Their behavior toward most organisms more accurately suggests the moral development of something that crawled out of a rotten log after a hot rain. Although this perhaps does log-dwelling invertebrates everywhere a disservice.
It cannot have escaped your notice that the minions of patriarchy rarely exhibit the slightest interest in living things, except insofar as they can be exploited. They torture their food before they eat it. They mow down forests to make Victoriaâ€™s Secret catalogs. They are happy to propel into inevitability the most catastrophic multi-species die-off in the history of the planet (which die-off, incidentally, ensures the eventual extinction of their own species).
When one considers the behavior of these ideologues toward other humans, this nonchalance makes perfect sense. For a group who claim to be so fond of human life, they donâ€™t really seem to like people very much. Of their fellow man, â€œkill off the brown ones!â€ seems more or less to be the motto. The ones they donâ€™t kill, they enslave. Their predecessors were brilliantly successful in depriving of life the brown people inhabiting North America before Columbus showed up with the words â€œrape and pillageâ€ tingling on his lips. The current regime are conducting a stunning massacre of brown people in Iraq, and are blissfully ignoring another one in Darfur. How they must chuckle about it as they breakfast on pesticide-flavored strawberries, picked by indentured Mexican slaves in California.
But I digress.
Since it can be established that what most fundamentalists actually love is saying that they love life, and that they will not hesitate at oppression, environmental cataclysm, or mass-murder to prove it, it follows that the fascination for fetuses somehow advances their scorched-earth agenda. But how? We already know that they donâ€™t care a fig for fetuses that become fully realized human infants, for the Bush administration is, among other things, calling for cuts to programs that would keep many of them from starving. We also know that fetuses, with their rudimentary brains and callous disregard for politics, donâ€™t vote. We also know that once they become people, the government thinks nothing of abusing them, discriminating against them, allowing them to go hungry, or sending them off to be killed in some war. Thus, the secret of the fetusâ€™ allure must lie, not in its brilliant post-natal future, but in its current fetusness, and in its relationship to its host.
Recall that a patriarchy cannot endure women running around loose, deciding for themselves whether they want to host fetuses. They havenâ€™t the authority; a womanâ€™s uterus belongs to the state, to be disposed of according to its interpretation of ancient texts written by misogynist barbarians.
Enter that charismatic glob of cells, the fetus. Its wild popularity as an indispensable tool of male supremacy is no accident! Here are just a few of its handy features:
â€¢ Itâ€™s easy to make, as it results from the implementation of the preferred patriarchal hobby
â€¢ It costs next to nothing, since it can be abandoned into poverty with its whore of a mother after it has been brought to term
â€¢ It conveniently reduces the status of the woman carrying it to that of a warming drawer
â€¢ Since it is an unthinking blob and is in no position to object, it can be marketed as needed, as â€œa baby,â€ or the manifestation of Godâ€™s Will, or the Fulfillment of Womanâ€™s Destiny, or The Miracle Of Life, or Absolute Love, or Evidence of Wanton Sluttiness, the better to control womenâ€™s sexuality.
You know, itâ€™s funny you donâ€™t see more Hummel figurines shaped like non-viable second-trimester fetuses.