I do hesitate to be this petty, but I think someone needs to quit masturbating in the shower and then crying his eyes out afterwards because of all the lives he’s ended.
The abandonment of ideals, even wrong ones, leaves each to define his own existence, which leads to a miserable narcissism that turns to hedonism. Having found that heaven on earth is elusive, modernity seeks consolation in pleasure; if we can’t achieve utopia, we can at least have many toys and orgasms before death.
Orgasm and die, bitches.
Especially if there are toys involved.
And a final note to self: Don’t spend any amount of a time with a person so miserable that he considers an orgasm to be an example of unfettered hedonism which must be thwarted.
Abortion is a symptom of a corrupted liberalism. Liberal visions formerly had some nobility, however wrongheaded the ideology may have been when taken as a whole. But even their limited virtue has been obliterated by the insistence that we must be allowed to murder our progeny to create a better world for them.
This contradiction arises because liberalism is a dying faith. All the various liberal catechisms that were formed in the Western world were attempts to fill the vacancy left by a receding Christianity. They attempted to solve the problem of sin, each promising that if we followed their social program, the wrongs of the world would be removed.
But wickedness has not been so easily vanquished, and thus the West has become ever more hopeless.
Which explains why nations based on liberalism, like the United States, Great Britain, Norway, Belgium, and Sweden have been such spectacular failures.
Existence without meaning is a horror, and it is now accepted that man is but an animal, and an animal is but atoms assembled by random chance. Those who believe this may still seek to gratify themselves, but they haven’t the will to procreate.
Moral of the story: No, little Johnny, all dogs don’t go to heaven, because they don’t go to church to find meaning like the good animals do.
Reproduction is a defiance issued against ennui. To welcome children is to assert that life is meaningful and worth living; voluntary sterility consummates the opposite.
The culture of contraception and abortion bespeaks Western civilization’s belief that it neither deserves nor wishes to exist. Like Ivan in “The Brothers Karamazov”, we shall squeeze what we can from this life, and then “dash the cup to the ground.” The difference is that the West does not contemplate suicide with violence, but with the caresses of impotent copulation. The dream of barren sexuality is a dream of death.
Having sex for pleasure is deadly. Gritting your teeth through sex and viewing yourself as simply a reproductive instrument at the will of your husband, getting pregnant as many times as nature dictates (or, excuse me, as many times as God dictates) and giving birth as many times as you get pregnant is, in fact, not deadly at all. Which doesn’t exactly square with maternal mortality statistics, but whatever. Dying while in labor with your 16th child is as life-affirming as it gets. Thank you, Nathaneal Blake, for showing me the light. I wish upon you dozens and dozens of pregnancies, which, as a pro-life man, you will undoubtedly relish as you see all the wonderful things that dozens of childbirths will do to the body. Because we are talking about your body, aren’t we?