Look, I’m a straight male with no kids, so to read my opinions on abortion might not be something you thought you’d do on your regularly scheduled weekday. But like most people with a mind capable of independent thought, I have my feels and things on abortion.
For starters, it really ticks me off that even the way in which we frame the sides of the debate is wholly inaccurate. Proof: The people who are pro-choice do not approve at all of the pro-life people. Hey! I thought you were pro-choice!? Being for life is a choice, is it not? So, already we have a lie, some muddy waters, before we even gallop out the gate. The pro-choice side is quite literally pro-abortion, just afraid to say so because the term “baby killers” would definitely stick and stay.
What about that term, “baby killers”? Is it fitting? Is a fetus a baby? Are the cells a baby? Biology dictates that these are living cells, so that it’s life, even from the microsecond of conception, is objectively true. The term “baby” is another area where things get muddied up. You can say whatever you want. After all, a toddler is not an adult; though it is a living organism with the potential to become one. So, at some point, we have to be honest and look at what these cells become, not what they are at the time of their potential destruction. When looking at it through that lens, we’re looking to shit and sleigh-ride in it. Because what if the argument is that “person-hood” isn’t viable until which point a baby can speak, or write its name, or pass some other arbitrary measure? Again with biology, I’m sorry, but we are dealing with life here. Which begs an unrelated question: Are there any vegan pro-choicers? And if so, aren’t they incredibly immoral and evil people?
I swear I don’t want to drag this out too far, but I feel we must establish some baselines if we’re to speak honestly about this topic. So far, I think it’s pretty clear we have established that the two sides are pro-life and pro-abortion, and that whatever’s in the womb is actual life. Don’t have to take my word for it; look up what “life” is.
In the same vein, we can say objectively that a fetus/baby/clump-o-cells is not a parasite. Why is it not a parasite? Not to trigger the pro-abortion crowd, but if it were a parasite, we would have classified it as such. I mean, we’ve only had since the dawn of mankind to do so. The same species, symbiosis; pregnancy is not parasitism, sorry to break it to you.
Rough segue into policy: Nobody needs the refresher course here on abortion availability or legality. It’s nasty business, even if you are pro-abortion. The pro-lifers insist no abortions should be granted, and the pro-abortion lot preach that a woman has every right to do away with whatever’s growing inside of her. I fall somewhere in the middle. And so I’ll propose my policy idea:
Up until the third trimester of pregnancy, any woman seeking an abortion can have one…if they pay the fee of $50,000. That’s what they should cost, at a minimum. Oh, I know, I can hear the pro-abortion people screaming in my ear already: “But the idea is to have free and easy access to abortion, asshole! It’s a human right!” Okay. Being a human is a human right also, is it not? And humans have a right not to be snuffed out arbitrarily because someone decided, after the fact and after conception, that being a mother wasn’t a good lifestyle choice.
Let’s not kid ourselves. Having affordable or free and easy access to abortions is just another form of birth control, and thus we find women have abortion—kids sometimes have abortions!—just as a birth control measure. No lives being threatened. Just an inconvenience that’s snuffed out, to spite the baby, on the whims of the women carrying the life.
What $50,000 does, in my opinion, is two things:
1: It still gives access to legal abortions, nationwide, so no one can say—or at least be honest in saying—that women’s rights to their own bodies are being trampled upon. All of the pro-abortion people get exactly what they want: Nationwide legal abortion, no President Trump reversal of Roe V Wadeparanoia – just abortion when you want an abortion, given that it’s not late-term (i.e. a viable fetus).
2: It finally preaches some responsibility! Look, in the western nations of the globe, we have infantalized women (ironically enough for this discussion) to the point where they are never, ever, in a million years, to blame for anything that ever happens to them, even if they are the direct cause of it happening. This has got to stop! Unless we are talking about cases of rape, for which exceptions to this theoretical policy could be made, the woman consents to having sexual intercourse with the man. And please shut up with this “two to tango” nonsense. A) Women have far more birth control options than men! Men have condoms, or getting snipped! Women have pills, patches, shots, inserts, implants, and the list goes on. “But the point is that there isn’t free and easy access to these measures, asshole!” That’s a lie in most cases, for starters. For the price of a cup of coffee per day, you can afford the best birth control on the market. Also, not having sex is always an option! Imagine that. B) The man is considered in society to be nothing more than the deliverer of the seed. Once the seed is planted, the father has zero say on whether the woman gets an abortion or not. He has to live with the decision and is powerless to stop it. Assuming the child is born, the seed planter is ironically on the hook for the next 18 years in terms of support. So let’s not act like it’s a 50/50 shake here. Women have orders of magnitude more rights and responsibilities when it comes to bearing and raising children, so the fact that they should be acting more responsible to avoid unwanted pregnancies is axiomatic. Plus women are the only ones capable of having children. You’d have to be stupid to believe otherwise.
Sure, not every woman could afford such a price tag. But that is quite literally the point. If you’re a sexually active young woman in the west and have the knowledge that, if any time you slip up and become pregnant you can simply go and terminate it for a few bucks, doesn’t that embolden you to become more risque in your behavior? Of course it does. Every statistic on the amount of sex girls are having this millennium bears that out. Though what if you know that getting pregnant wasn’t something you could easily handle, and that pregnancy meant being a mother and not a subsidized trip to Planned Parenthood? That would actually require women to exercise more personal responsibility and would require better decision making on their part. Oh, I know, that’s just out-and-out the most horribly oppressive thing imaginable. I mean, in what sort of sick patriarchal word do we live where we’d except half the population to act a little more responsibly just because they’re the half able to bear children?
The nerve of us! More like: The irony of it all! Feminists gripe and moan and complain that women have every bit the agency and intelligence of men. Okay. I’ll buy that for a dollar. Now, prove it! Make abortions a luxury item in the west. That’s not asking a lot! Make abortions something that not everyone can afford. You know what might happen then? Maybe, just maybe, irresponsible women will realize they cannot afford the $50,000 price tag, but can actually afford the $30 insert or the $12 pill. Yeah, sure, a horrible patriarchal world that creates, where all these women are victims of oppressive male domination.
Though let’s be clear here. No matter where you fall on the abortion topic, the fact is that it’s not about men, and it’s not even about women; It’s about the babies.
It was a very somber moment to learn today that rock legend Chris Cornell hanged himself in a Detroit hotel room shortly after a concert on Wednesday night. With the deaths years ago of Kurt Cobain (Nirvana), Shannon Hoon (Blind Melon), Layne Staley (Alice in Chains), and , just two years ago Scott Weiland (Stone Temple Pilots), grunge music seems to be losing more lead singers/writers than any other genre in rock.
Maybe someone smarter than myself can really dig in for some analysis here and correlate that type of youth-in-angst, borderline-depression genre of music to the unhealthy lifestyles, drug usage and early deaths of these legends. Though what I want to touch on is Chris Cornell specifically.
Chris was born on July 20, 1964, in Seattle, Washington, where he was raised by his parents and lived alongside five siblings. In the mid ’80s, he got together with a few friends from Seattle and created a small garage band that would go on to become Soundgarden. Famous for their grunge-era smash hits like Black Hole Sun and Burden in My Hand, Soundgarden’s music was actually more along the lines of Black Sabbath and heavy metal, not Nirvana and grunge. Though because the young men hailed from Seattle, they wore that label.
However, anyone who has listened to Ultramega OK, Louder Than Love or Badmotorfinger knows full well that Superunknown, the band’s mainstream 1994 release, wasn’t indicative of the band itself. It was just a new concept for the ‘Garden, in the same vein as the Beatles with Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band or Tommy from The Who. In other words, Soundgarden was a metal band, through and through, and their more grungey feel via Superunknown was the exception, not the rule.
To be clear, Cornell was far more than just the front-man for Soundgarden. After one of his friends died in Seattle, Andrew Wood, Cornell created the band Temple of the Dog as a tribute, and that group produced some huge hits like Hunger Strike and Say Hello to Heaven. After breaking from Soundgarden in the late ’90s, Cornell went on to join the band from Rage Against the Machine to form the supergroup Audioslave, who released three chart-topping albums in a span of four years. In between and after, Cornell also had solo projects, like his hit album Euphoria Morning and his work with rap producer Timbaland on 2009’s Scream. He reunited with Soundgarden in 2011 and their 2012 release King Animal featured some awesome tracks like Been Away Too Long and Non-State Actor.
Although Cornell released a new solo album in 2015, Higher Truth, he was still touring with Soundgarden and the band had planned to release a 2016 follow-up to King Animal.
So what went wrong? All reports say that Cornell was telling his audience to prepare for another great show, and that he seemed to be in good spirits. He seemed to have been enthusiastic about his touring with Soundgarden, their new album release, and their renewed popularity in the mainstream music industry.
One can only speculate what went so wrong for Chris in that one night, but as one might imagine, the deep and troubled mind capable of creating such hauntingly fantastic music is also a fragile mind that, at any moment, can snap. As I’m writing this, it’s starting to hit me that I’ll never see a new release from Cornell; I’ll never get to go watch him perform. He’s gone.
In my humble opinion, Cornell’s songwriting abilities far exceeded even Bob Dylan. Maybe it’s just my style of music, my way of thinking, but Cornell’s lyrics spoke to me like no other artist in history. “Everything’s just black or burning sun” he wrote. I see that. “Heaven, send hell away. No one sings like you anymore.” I know that. “No one knows me. No one saves me. No one loves or hates me.” I feel that.
In your morning, I will sleep;
Fire on an open palm.
Death for Jesus and plastic armies,
Wouldn’t bring me back again.
Sweet as ether eyes, I’m blind to them.
I am that.
Cornell did not write just music; his lyrics are poetry to me, fantastic literature that has just as much impact on my soul when reading dryly off a page as when listening to them with music behind them and his incredible voice bellowing out the words.
Could it be today’s political climate was too much to take? Was it the curse of Detroit? Perhaps it’s the curse of grunge singers, which seems to be worth looking into, all things considered. As stated, one can only speculate. What isn’t up for speculation, however, is just how incredible an artist Cornell was.
His music has helped me through so many hard spots in my life. I truly wish Cornell could have found for himself what I found in him to help him through that night.
Cornell wrote for his friend, Andrew Wood: “He came from an island, but he died from the street. He hurt so bad like a soul breaking, but he never said nothing to me.” What a shame Chris could not say to anyone what he once questioned not said by his friend. Tragic.
Cornell is beyond mere legend; he is a god of rock. He will be missed.
To be clear, I do not necessarily have any issue with those famous fourteen words: “We must secure the existence of our people and a future for [white children].” After all, every race is entitled to strive for its future, is it not? That is a precept of evolution by natural selection: Survive and strive. Though when in the hands of ethnostate-pushing race-based nationalists, the phrase takes on a more perverse connotation. These prejudiced peons are not after simply the preservation of their own race; it is at the direct expense of other races. Because to secure the existence of those white children, the racist segment of the alt-right movement wants to banish from its supposed lands all other races.
Why is this something at which people should laugh? Racism is not funny. But hypocrisy is. Well, more punctiliously, idiocy is. You see, for all the pseudo-wisdom loosed from the slack-jawed simpletons of the racist right, none seem to grasp the most obvious point of the entire discussion. White people are not pure. As I white man myself, whose DNA is comprised of mostly Irish and southern European Caucasoid ancestry, I feel no sense of betrayal in stating what is scientifically accurate. Whites, as we know them (Europid Caucasoid peoples), are not purebred peoples; we’re mongrels.
So when, say, Johnny Butthurt goes on his nightly spiel about hating mudsharks, disavowing whites who like rap, and needing to keep the race “pure,” I cannot help but to burst with huge belly-driven laughter at his face when he learns that white people only became white people because we mixed races. It is something they will deny to their dying breaths, but it is scientifically accurate. White people are mixed-race people. We did not spring from the ground with white skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. Sorry, Hitler, but we didn’t.
In fact, this might shock a few people, but “white” people were not actually even a thing until around 8,000 years ago. Before then, the subspecies (race) that would become Caucasoid was most likely what we see with modern Middle Easterners today: Brown, hairy and built for the sun. Though as food sources became scarcer, and nomadic tribes had to break to survive, some groups headed toward the Caucus mountains, where many consecutive generations without sun dictated that lighter skin, able to convert more vitamin D with less of a source (sunburns for all!), was evolutionary advantageous. Along the way—and they’ll love this part!—we even bred with Neanderthals, our cousins. In fact, the overwhelming majority of Caucasian people have upwards of 3% Neanderthal DNA in their genome right now, and it does not go away just because your waifu is a natty blonde.
So, put that in your pipe and smoke it, you weird bastards. Not only did pre-white humans interbreed with other races to become what we know of as white today, but also with other subspecies that were literally less than human.
Some may actually accept this information yet make the argument, basically, “Okay, but what about now? No matter how whites got here, we’re a race now and thus need to preserve our race by not interbreeding and not giving our lands up to other races!” They’d be adamant about this, of course, while still wholly ignorant to how evolution works. So let us toy with a thought experiment. Let us pretend Richard Spencer and his ilk become the bad guys from The Warriors, and no one else is allowed out to play. So, the United States of America is all white, all the time, and white people breed and breed among themselves like rabbits on an all oyster diet. Do you know what will happen? We will turn brown! In this particular part of the world, in this climate, white people will inevitably become what the racist right so affectionately refer to as “redskins.” That’s right; Native Americans! They were not that hue when they crossed the land bridge all those thousands of years ago. They evolved into that skin tone because that is our natural climate at this geographic position. So in a few hundred years, those “huwhyte” people will start to look more like Tan Mom. It is the way the world works, people.
The point of this is that races are fluid, and always have been. Unless you’re locking away DNA in a cryovac tube to repopulate the planet after the meteor hits, then it’s pretty pointless with this race preservation talk. So long as we human beings live out in the open climate, with a drive to procreate, races will merge, form and die out. It is inevitable.
What these people should focus on is the preservation of culture, of cooperative behavior, of a better society with more morality. Because—and I hate to break this to them—those are the only things that can actually be preserved. Natural selection is a universal principle; it is the mechanism by which evolution operates. It does not turn off just because some people suddenly want to arbitrarily assign a “purity” label to one race and want to keep it frozen in time. It will not freeze; it will not stay. Races are bad dogs. They roam where they want, when they want, and no amount of SJW-like poutrage will change that.