WTF, Over?

In an article in City Journal, author Heather Mac Donald reveals that Hallmark stores in predominately black neighborhoods now carry cards in their "Mahogany" line: "For Mom on Father's Day," with verses that begin (in her example) like this:

You hear a lot of talk
these days about
children growing up
without a father,
without this
and without that.

Ah, capitalism in action. I don't mind capitalism, it's supposed to exploit niches. I mind that the niche exists at all to be exploited.

You'd think that if Hallmark was going to exploit non-traditional family niches, they'd go after the gay marriage niche, the lesbian family niche, or maybe they'd go after the religious wackos in our midst with a "congratulations on your deflowering" card.

They almost have the courage of their convictions. Almost.

Someone recently observed that almost all Islamicist movements in the world consist of young men being sent out to kill for the ideologies of old men.

Next week in Milwaukee, a group of radical evangelical groups will host a three-day celebration of the life of Paul Hill, who they nominate for what passes in the evangelical American church for sainthood and quote Matthew 25:23: "Well done, thou good and faithful servant."

So who is Paul Hill? He's a murderer. He murdered John Britton, a doctor who worked at an abortion clinic, Britton's bodyguard, and he seriously wounded Britton's wife. For this, he was sentenced to death by the state of Florida. And now we have a clutch of lunatics getting together to celebrate this man's vile deeds.

The height of their celebration will be a re-enactment of the murders. These people don't quite have the courage of their convictions. This might even be evidence that the death penalty is effective in at least keeping one group on a leash. Maybe they're hoping to whip a few of their stupider and more expendable members into following in Hill's footsteps.

I'm Not Dead! See? New Story!

I've been terribly lax about putting stuff out onto the website, I know. I'm sorry. Everything feels like a Work In Progress these days, and I'm not having any luck actually finishing much of it. But I wanted you all to know that I'm still going at it, day in and day out, even with the kids around.

It's a standalone, a sequel to Mobility, featuring the delightful couple Rath & Eva. Eva, you may recall, was my tiny, blond paraplegic Mars expert who refused to let two missing legs slow her down. Well, they're on their way now to Europa when something goes terribly wrong. Enjoy!

Journal Entry 031 / 00118: The Comet

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