Archive for June 1, 2009

With everyone else’s take bashing some talking head on the right side of the aisle or commending some bleeding heart on the left side of it, let’s do WWJD? Calls it like he sees it despite what folk think.

First off, before we discuss the horrific and sardonic murder of Dr. George Tiller, ask yourself, “What’s the magic number?

No, it’s not three (despite my love for it and the clip). No, 60,000 and 35 – as in, how many fetuses Dr. Tiller destroyed in the third trimester of birth over a span of how many years!

At this moment in birth, that little “thing” in utero has a heartbeat, eyes, nose, ears, fingers and toes.

As in, what every PERSON looks at in the mirror when they wake in the morning. You know, like someone allowed you to live.

So, here’s a thought (and I so dare everyone to read this completely before writing a post of vitriol): what would happen if some dude walked into your bedroom and crushed your melon with a hammer?

pro lifeThey would be arrested for homicide if they were caught. That’s murder… and much is the same for what this noted Kansan later-term abortionist was as well.

And so, some loon named Scott Roeder decides to follow suit and destroy the anti-productive life of Dr. Tiller… only he marches into Tiller’s church while his wife is singing in the choir loft and shoots him dead sitting in a pew.

What hypocrisy does it take for a man to say, “I hate abortion” and then murder the man committing them?! Idiot.

Roeder will be convicted for first-degree murder and possibly become a marytr for his idiotic organization, the Freeman Organization, which is one of those anti-government, anarcharistic compounds that should be burned to the ground.

So… where do I stand on this issue?

Abortion? I’m pretty sure it’s obvious. Dr. Tiller’s death? About the same.

It’s wrong, wrong, wrong! What Tiller did is reprehensible, immoral and sinister. But, as mentioned earlier, what’s the difference between making Tiller into Swiss cheese and executing a late-term abortion? Nada.

Roeder deserves to die for what he did… but eh, Tiller? I’m just sayin’.

So, if nothing is different about the committed act of murder, whether in-utero or in a church, then how come there is a world of difference between how people respond to it?

If someone has a conservative slant and comments about this dude, they are hated and marked with an ire of a despondent country. If someone has a liberal slant and does the same, they are embraced into open arms of sympathy.

Huh?! And people say Christians are big about double standards…

This is NOT a political issue. This is a personal one. If you are pro this or pro that, who cares? Seriously. It doesn’t matter – not when it comes to a late-term abortion.

Murder is murder. Stupid is as stupid does. This is not a debate about the Hippocratic Oath, just hypocrisy.

So, for all you people who decide to bash FOX News and pentecostal pastors everywhere, shut up.

Sitting aloneIt’s a dire and holy shame what happened to Tiller. Period. A life was taken and this ain’t the days of King Hammurabi.

Roeder, and the hundreds of imbeciles you have in common, you sit alone on that hill of self-righteousness because the only high-five you will get from Jesus Christ is a firm slap to your blessed assurance.

There’s no witness in that. There’s no saving grace in that. There’s only sin in that. Jesus isn’t pleased, honored or blessed by the actions of what this dolt did. His ideology promoted him to do what he did. His twisted theology allowed him to do it guilt-free.

Now, who am I talking about? If you don’t know, then you have understood the point and just scratched the rub.

Jesus, save us. Be with Dr. Tiller’s family. And allow us all to learn to accept other sides of arguments while refusing to buckle for the spiritual sides of any of them. People, get a life or have yours saved. Amen.

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OK, so you put that cryptic “bum-bum-BUM-bum-bum. bum-bum-BUM-bum-bum” Terminator theme music in any movie preview, you will get my attention.

Add Christian Bale to the mix outside of his svelte Batgear and you could have me there opening weekend.

The uh, Jesus-nator?

The uh, Jesus-nator?

Much was my anticipation for the “Sci-Fi Nativity Story” (as Peter Chattaway gaily put it from Christianity Today put it), Terminator: Salvation.

This movie series kicked off with avowed Christian, the great Michael Biehn (also of “The Abyss,” “The Rock,” and the prodigious “Tombstone”) travels back in time to alert John Connor’s mama that a massive, roided-up, Euro-speaking robot is out to get her and make sure she doesn’t birth the savior of the human race… literally.

So, a couple of sequels later of lil’ Johnny is growing in wisdom, stature and favor and here we are, trotting down the Via Dolorosaer, red carpet for the screening of Terminator: Salvation.

Now, while Chattaway makes a really interesting, highly recommended read case for the sacrosanct allegory behind all things Terminator, one thing of note is a quote from director McG, who brought us such genius as “Charlie’s Angels” and “We are Marshall.”

Regarding Terminator Salvation, director McG told mtv News that he and writer Jonathan Nolan were influenced by the stories of Luke Skywalker, Neo from The Matrix trilogy, and Jesus. Said McG, “Here’s a guy who’s saying, ‘Listen to me, I know what’s going on.’ Some people listen; some people don’t believe a word he’s saying.”

I don’t know if McG has ever stepped foot in a church – mega- or any other size – but that sounds just like most places I have frequented on a random Sunday discussing the synoptic Gospels. Odd, eh?

It’s a completely different take on a movie that begs religious commentary but gets none of it.

So, it’s only 10 years from now in 2018,  and the only hope for humanity is John Connor (again, as introspectively noted by Chattaway possesses the same initials as some other savior of whom you may have heard) and some half-breed terminator named Marcus.

**SPOILER ALERT**

Bale does his sub-monotone, gruffy preacher, if-it-works-in-Batman-it’ll-work-here voice and Marcus fights for inspiration and odd body parts not seen in Wal Mart.

It’s prequelish. It’s sequelish. It’s Jerry Bruckheimerish. And it’s open ended-ish.

So, if this movie does have a fifth in its quiver, maybe only the audience will need saving.