Over at NRO‘s The Corner, there’s been an ongoing discussion about The Good Junior Senator From Illinois’ (“The GJSFI”) support for infanticide and the media’s reluctance to accurately report on this pro-infanticide position. This post by Yuval Levin makes the point nicely.
‘Puter thinks the media rationalizes its downplay of theis relevant story by convincing itself that the rubes in the heartland would misinterpret The GJSFI’s delicately nuanced position on this issue. The GJSFI isn’t anti-child, he’s pro-woman, and the hicks from the sticks are too stupid to get it. This is, in the immortal words of Col. Sherman T. Potter, horse hockey.
‘Puter thinks Big Media is scared to death of this story because Big Media knows the truth. Joe and Jane Sixpack viscerally understand this issue. It’s that simple. The GJSFI voted in favor of a law that permitted doctors and hospitals to leave a born, living child to die, whether through starvation, exposure, dehydration, lack of treatment or whatever. Period. End of Story. Joe and Jane Sixpack, regardless of political stripe, know abandoning children to die is intrinsically evil. Joe and Jane Sixpack also understand, better than many in Big Media, that real evil exists. They are unlikely to support any politician in favor of infanticide, and no “nuance” or “big picture” argument will sway them.
So, Big Media is facilitating the spread of evil by preventing The GJSFI’s support of infanticide from becoming widely known, convincing itself that serving a false prophet pitching Hope and Change offsets its most grave sin.
*For those interested, the painting is Carl Heinrich Bloch’s Slaughter of the Innocents.
Always right, unless he isn’t, the infallible Ghettoputer F. X. Gormogons claims to be an in-law of the Volgi, although no one really believes this.
’Puter carefully follows economic and financial trends, legal affairs, and serves as the Gormogons’ financial and legal advisor. He successfully defended us against a lawsuit from a liquor distributor worth hundreds of thousands of dollars in unpaid deliveries of bootleg shandies.
The Geep has an IQ so high it is untestable and attempts to measure it have resulted in dangerously unstable results as well as injuries to researchers. Coincidentally, he publishes intelligence tests as a side gig.
His sarcasm is so highly developed it borders on the psychic, and he is often able to insult a person even before meeting them. ’Puter enjoys hunting small game with 000 slugs and punt guns, correcting homilies in real time at Mass, and undermining unions. ’Puter likes to wear a hockey mask and carry an axe into public campgrounds, where he bursts into people’s tents and screams. As you might expect, he has been shot several times but remains completely undeterred.
He assures us that his obsessive fawning over news stories involving women teachers sleeping with young students is not Freudian in any way, although he admits something similar once happened to him. Uniquely, ’Puter is unable to speak, read, or write Russian, but he is able to sing it fluently.
Geep joined the order in the mid-1980s. He arrived at the Castle door with dozens of steamer trunks and an inarticulate hissing creature of astonishingly low intelligence he calls “Sleestak.” Ghettoputer appears to make his wishes known to Sleestak, although no one is sure whether this is the result of complex sign language, expert body posture reading, or simply beating Sleestak with a rubber mallet.
‘Puter suggests the Czar suck it.