Abolitionist c.2015

“I believe tyranny, slavery, and evil can be fought and defeated by civil men with just means. Do not assume that civility precludes the savage. This is the war for the lives and futures of our children. There is no room for cowardice or delicacy on the front line.”

This is quickly becoming one of my favorite quotes.  It doesn’t hurt that it’s mine, but more than that, it says what so many of us are trying to.  We have spent so much time dismissing semantics that our words no longer have the meaning they ought.  I can no longer be “pro-life” because it is perceived as “anti-woman.”

We are currently at war with factions that label themselves “Islamic” and yet, in the US our leadership is chastised by other leaders and the populace for using the same name.  If you take a peek at news coverage of Westboro Baptist Church, they’re readily identified as far leaning Christians.  As a Catholic, I am sickened by their behavior and consider them nothing more than a tax sheltered hate group, but I don’t bristle at the media reporting that they claim “Christian” beliefs to justify their behavior.  I do take exception to being lumped in with them, as I expect any American Muslim would at being lumped in with Daesh or Hezbollah.

I’m having major language issues inside the Abolitionist movement. So you know, I’m talking about the end of modern day sex and labor slavery. I could give you numbers for days, but for now, trust me, it’s pretty bad.

First of all, we’re battling our own definitions.  The government puts out numbers and estimates, but doesn’t alliterate on what numbers they are or are not counting.  By merit of excluding certain types of crimes against children from their sex trafficking head count, they trim a seven digit number down to “approximately 100,000.” Dirty Joe can pay to sodomize a child, but it won’t make it into the count because sodomy isn’t “sex.” Thanks to well meaning but misguided activists, many states no longer have a sodomy law and haven’t re-written rape laws.  I won’t get into the bad stuff, but suffice to say, there are some loopholes that are being exploited by the government to make the numbers look lower than they really are. *cough* John Kerry sucks *cough*

Another language issue we’re having is within the movement, relates to how folks label themselves. So many factions are zealously guarding their corner of the fight that they refuse help or the advancement of the cause from perceived outsiders.  The other day, it was from reps from a “sextortion” FBI task force that were so adamant that their fight was 1000% unrelated to human or child trafficking that it colored the whole presentation. They railed on and on about it being unrelated. I would argue that the exchange of “sextorted” images for other images or for bitcoins (digital currency) would qualify the crime as commerce and the perpetrator as a trafficker of sexually exploitedf855909d23c086734401ef57ad932bed persons. To further prove that they were not abolitionists, one of these feds insisted that “most” prostitutes (adult and child) were willing. She also defended the notion that lured or coerced children are still “runaways”if they were not removed from home by force. I can’t even…

In another vein, I’ve befriended activists that are fighting to get mandatory minimum sentences enacted for crimes against children.  THAT’S MUSIC TO THIS ABOLITIONIST’S EARS!!!  Why? Because people who pay to rape/molest/sodomize children or who exchange sextorted images, or any other variety pedophile would face major time!!  WHOO HOOO! BRING. IT. ON! Oh, but wait.  They don’t want to be involved in the abolition movement because “child prostitutes are different.”

I’ll let you digest that for a second.  Look at the cat.

Yeah, so these people who should be an abolitionist’s spirit animals and super heroes, don’t want to be lumped in.  I tried to explain the grooming process for recruiters and the “seasoning” process pimps use to turn these kids out and was met with exception and accusation.  One woman actually said what abolitionists are fighting is worse, therefore we need our own set of unrelated laws.  By her own admission, she didn’t think sentencing of “regular pedophiles” would stand up to scrutiny if they were sentenced by the same standard as the ones who pay.  So?  End result was I was told to stay in my lane.

I’m saddened by this, because so many jurisdictions are still arresting and charging the CHILDREN who are being trafficked for prostitution and the pedophile johns for simple solicitation.  I’ll accept “regular pedophile” sentencing for these folks if it means they’ll be held accountable for their deviance.

The final language barrier in abolitionism is the triggering one.  I’ve been turned way and cancelled from lectures and appearances time and again because various leaders recoil at the potential for complaint.  One entity was brave enough to ask me to remove a handful of terms and topics from my “Intro to trafficking” presentation.  What words?  I’m glad you asked.

“PENETRATION” “RAPE” “SURVIVAL SEX” “PIMP” 

That’s not all of them, but those are the whammies.  I’ve also been turned away because my call to action for persons to get involved has been construed as criticism of police.  I’m baffled by this, but the bottom line is this: the powers that be are so scare of a complain in the comment box that they’d rather fight positive change than take down the box.

I’ve been removed from, and muzzled by, organizations because they fear the language and the potential for conflict more than they desire to affect change.  Look at the abolitionists of the past and tell me they weren’t willing to risk death or imprisonment to save lives. That’s to say nothing of being unpopular or “triggering”.

I cannot think of an instance where I spoke to a group and didn’t see disgust, rage, tears, or sickness.  If I didn’t see that when discussing the enslavement and sexual torture of children, I’d probably start making serious plans for the apocalypse.

 

 

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Trendy homeschoolers are trendy!

I know I haven’t been posting in a year or so.  I could blame it on having nothing to say, being super busy, or losing my password, but ultimately, I just didn’t want to.  I started this post, thinking I’d talk about how homeschooling seems to be experiencing a wave of support from some idiotic fan base that thinks it’s a new fangled concept.  My disbelief at the volume of blogs and support for 21st century home educators is epic.  But, after recovering my password and reading my previous posts, I just don’t have it in me to tap dance and mockingly celebrate the rebranding of an old concept.  

The fact is, things happened.  There was drama, discord, and not too subtle thematic elements that were informing my choices and writing topics.  Publishing the essays during that time might have being cathartic, but wholly revealing of the aforementioned drama, discord, and thematic elements. Eventually, embarrassing other people in my community and proclaiming my wisdom would have been little more than self promotion and shameless pot stirring.  

When dogs do a celebratory dance next to the couch they’ve torn to shreds and pooped on, we might be angry, but eventually have to concede that they’re just dumb dogs doing what dumb dogs do. We’re called on to rise above our self serving couch pooping impulses and follow the lessons of the Gospels.  Somehow, I just don’t see Mathew, Mark, Luke, or John taking a dump in the pharisees’ temples after the Passion.  Likewise, airing dirty laundry on the internet, however subconsciously, just didn’t seem like the best way to move past this particular earthly thing.

That being said, I feel better for having made a “pooping in the temple” reference in a reverent and informative manner.  My job here is done.

Oh yeah!  Next time someone suggests that the “home education boom” is some kind of new trend, please point out that in the history of the world, home and private education has been the standard that informed the rise and fall of empires; and our modern government run, compulsory, public education is actually the new fangled trend that we should all be marveling at, scratching our heads, asking “Why is this still around?” 

 

Jesus, Mary, and my dog walk into an Aquafina factory….

I’m laying here, stressing to reach the keyboard.  My leg aches from the dog’s elbows digging into  the permanent bruises he created.  I’m pretty sure he made that smell…  yeah, the cat just got up and left.  It’s tempting to fuss at him.  Then, it occurs to me, he may want his ears rubbed but, will still lay there even if I ignore him… and that makes me happy. He does this for me.

It’s easy to forget how uncomplicated our lives can be, if we choose to.  He’s not avoiding me because I snapped at him last week.  He’s not being distant because I wouldn’t pet him before leaving yesterday.  He knows not to try to lay on me when I’m agitated, chase his tail and bark for no reason while I’m asleep.  Timing is important, and for a critter with no sense of it, he’s got it nailed. He lives each day in the moment, seeking the little pleasures but always mindful of others. I’m inspired and he’s snoring.  

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking and praying about what “Christ Like” behavior is for me.  Forgiveness and kindness are my big flashing neon signs. My dog has these Christ like behaviors down… unless you’re in a khaki uniform, then he really dislikes you… so go change. It’s a good thing we have Jesus and not just my smelly dog to model life after, but the lesson stands.  This would be a really different house if he chose to hold a grudge for every time he was slighted or snapped at, or if he retaliated at being ignored.  We might have one less dog.  

How many people put Jesus out of their lives or assume that He has ignored them because of the indifference or struggles in their lives?  I’m beginning to think that the difficulties I face are the permanent bruises from His presence and support. He has always been there, whether I heeded Him or not, and the ache is nothing compared to the joy I feel in His loving embrace.

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Boats and Hoes! The enemy of authentic choice.

“82% of unintended pregnancies in developing countries are caused by lack of access to contraception”

This rings of the toilet seat logic from the eighties and nineties, before ad campaigns taught people that they couldn’t get HIV from being near infected people… except backwards.  “Unintended pregnancy is caused by a lack of birth control!”  Well crap.  There goes abstinence, celibacy, and self-control!  If you’re not popping pills, you will spontaneously fertilize at the age of 14 and every ten months after until menopause… or until you change your evil pregnant ways. So, think twice kiddies! That note Joey wrote to you Freshman year?  BAM! Made a baby.

This statistic is a skewed characterization of a United Nations report that came out late last year, supposedly declaring birth control a “Universal Human Right.”  The term they actually used in the report was “Voluntary family planning should be universally accepted as an intrinsic human right”.  They also leave out  that the report was not about human rights, medicine, or even prospectus for future studies.  It was a population report that projected curbed births in developing countries could save the governments $11 Billion a year, and possibly the UN $5.6 billion a year.  The UN suggested that universally accessible contraception and education could prevent 56 million “unintended” pregnancies and 24 million abortions every year worldwide. Unintended, like backing into a mail box or over the neighbor’s poodle.

I spent hours compiling data and trends on a small portion of the relevant factors involved.  After about fourteen pages, that are barely coherent droves of numbers and pointed accusations, I realized that numbers do not convert.  Nor do manipulative anecdotes about tearing still living infants limb from limb, hearing their gasps and whimpers after partial birth abortions.  Humans are vile and remarkable beasts.  Granted reason and intellect, opposable thumbs, and the power over our environment, and we find the most atrocious ways to justify inhuman [beyond animal] behaviors.

That every civil rights organization in America is not marching on the square demanding the end to eugenic policies that target at a rate of 19:1 minority women, the impoverished, and under-educated  is a sign of what our nation has become.  Our young women have been taught that being sexually available to a man at all times is somehow an empowerment.  Marriage and parenthood are forms of bondage put upon them by evil men. They’re being told that the only kind of health care they need, is in the form of pills, patches, shots, and implants.  Anything else is irresponsible and would result in a burdensome flurry of drama and humiliation.

Young men are being told that it’s okay to spurn the roles from generations past, embrace flights of fancy, pursue illicit gratification through pornography, treat women like men and men like women, and that it’s okay not just to walk away from their responsibilities but carry their pregnant love interests to abortion clinics to “have it taken care of.”

The alternatives have been painted as fanatical male oriented forms of domination and control.  Because it makes sense that sex crazed men, bent on enslaving subservient women, would demand protracted non physical courtships before long engagements, modestly dressed wives, periodic abstinence, way more knowledge about female physiology than all but a GYN could know, increased financial commitments, and increased responsibility for family planning.    Totally ruled by their libidos, those pesky men.

It would seem that the only folks that have been empowered have been the immoral, the scheming eugenicist, and those that profit from this sex trade.  The abortion industry makes close to a billion dollars a year.  Pharmaceutical companies that produce chemical contraceptives make 2.6 billion a year and the healthcare industry makes another 9-12 billion a year.  That’s not even calculating in the 110 million people who have contracted sexually transmitted diseases from HPV to HIV.  HPV is quickly replacing AIDS as the deadliest STD, with ties to several highly aggressive and deadly cancers.  Those diseases bring in billions more, with 19 million new cases a year.

Maybe telling folks that participating in this mentality is tantamount to consenting to legalized third-party prostitution, aided by our government, complicit simpering fools for sale, and generations of rich white men that prefer a class of uneducated laborers without the will to change their station, or even the education to recognize it, will somehow make a difference?

Attacks on any religion that preaches against the vices that this legalized third-party prostitution enables are hardly a surprise.  The Catholic Church is not the schismatic scandal ridden thing we see on paid news. It is the most vital, powerful, and populace entity in the world, backed not just by the will of a billion man membership, but with the Grace of God.  She protects us from being forced to trade in this sin.  “They” know this and so they chip away, offering poison apples and challenging their own followers to sacrifice their first-born to prove allegiance.    They lure away the weak, hiding their motives with words like “unintended,” “choice,” and “Intrinsic Human Right.”

Stick that on your bumper!… or something?

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I wrote the end of this before the beginning.  I knew what the message was, but how to demonstrate it plagued me.  Yesterday, I saw a beat up old car, with bad paint and bumper stickers concealing bumper stickers.  They were offensive and made me question why anyone would subject themselves to that kind of scrutiny.  That’s when it hit me!  This is something I can use.  While I know, better than most, the why and where to fore of most human behaviors, I do not have any way of knowing any man’s deepest motives.  Proverbs 21:2 sums it up nicely.  Basically it says that some people may feel they are in the right, but it is God that can see into their hearts.

When someone has a major fault they tend to conceal it with another behavior, their own kind of bumper sticker, if you will.  How funny, offensive, or bizarre it is, is inconsequential.  It is up to each of us as individuals to steal ourselves against the messages or the offense and view the person as a whole, as we would the car.  Their sentiment, in big block letters and silly pictures, conceals damage and neglect.  If it was a poor cold child, we’d rush to gather him to our arms and shield them from the elements. Isn’t that our call to sanctity?  Why then turn away or react with sin when faced with a less sympathetic person than a neglected child?  Aren’t we all God’s children?

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I can think of few people that bother me more than self righteous hypocrites that nod their heads with zeal on Sunday and conduct themselves as though their attendance is a cloak of invincibility the rest of the week.  Their bumper stickers are subtle but cutting condemnations.  They hide damage of loneliness and bitter fear. The worst part is they have no idea.  They point out the sins of others gleefully and don’t see the sin of their own actions, even when pointed out.  The impunity they operate with is astounding.  And for years, little could upset me as readily and as deeply as the unprovoked injury they caused me or my friends.

I had spent a long time letting go of anger with family and people who’d injured me physically.  Forgiveness was never something I denied another, even if they never asked for it.  After all, one can forgive and not be obliged to ever see that person again.  What could it hurt if I’m okay after?  Forgiving ongoing insult and injury was a different animal though.  I called it righteous anger.

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About half the New Testament counsels us to let go of anger, give ourselves up to God, turn the other cheek, avoid idle & profane talk, do not involve yourself in the conflict of others, speak not of those who have not injured you, love your enemy,  I really could go on.  It seems simple enough, I certainly thought so.  I figured that if I avoided confrontation, blocked trouble makers online, and stuck to a core group of friends, I was doing well and stopping the occasions for sin.  Imagine my surprise when I found a little gem about the graveness of succumbing to the temptation of pointless anger and idle conflict.

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I was reading an in depth slash doctrinal examination of conscience.   I got to number five, Thou Shall Not Kill.  I typically chuckle, say “not yet” and move to the next.  However the questions on this one pegged me.  “Allowed anger to turn into resentful brooding.”  Check!  “Shown aversion or contempt toward others.” Check, check.  “Ridiculed or insulted others” Check… Turns out, allowing my anger to seep out in humorous ways, at the expense of others, even in jest, I was violating the fifth commandment! These actions are poison to our soul.  Self harm, even the slow kind is a violation of the commandment. I was shocked but dubious.

Weeks later, I was reading more of these examinations as they were prescribed through the Magisterium of the Church.  That’s when the big kick in the teeth came.  It said that my placing my anger inside and maintaining these rivalries for bitterness’ sake, I was failing to trust in God’s plan.  I was forsaking Him!  I was breaking the first commandment, just by allowing my fear and uncertainty of the motives of others win out.  Had I been told this, I never would have believed it, but there before me was the biggest gouge in my soul’s shiny paint.

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I chose to make changes and almost immediately, I was rewarded with a big attagirl from God.  I quit using my sense of humor to hide contempt and, while I had always prayed for those that injured me with their words and conniving, I changed my tact.  I stopped praying that they change and instead thanked God for the chance to grow, and ask that He grants them that opportunity when they needed it most.

Don’t assume this is all piety. There’s plenty of self interest, but this feeling I have has led me to new wisdom that I share freely.  I still avoid the conflict, but now I do it joyfully and for the sake of their souls and my own.  I no more wish to be the occasion for their sin than I wish them to be mine. I now feel the guiding hand of the Holy Spirit in my day to day life and I no longer begrudge the bumper stickers of the hypocrites, because they are just as much part of God’s plan as I am.  Some day, I might share my Turtle Wax and help them the way they helped me.

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In the meantime, I counsel others that endure what I have, to take a step back, read all the stickers then remember that this ratty car of a person is still a child of God.  Isn’t that what we say during the Our Father?  “…forgive my trespasses as I forgive those who trespass against me… lead me not into temptation…” That prayer has deeper meaning now.  Or maybe I understand it more, and it was always deep.

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Ron Van Winkle and other sordid tales

Coming off of a stressful week and busy schedule is hard.  I kept getting these brilliant ideas of what to post about. I had some cathartic moments with new and old friends.  Found myself being more adult than I ever thought possible, and really wanting to contemplate my choice of words.  Much of what I wrote will eventually end up here. However, I hope to do so when I’m not as emotionally invested in the words.

In the meantime… I saw Ron Paul’s response to criticism of his Chris Kyle comments.  He was lacing rhetoric and feigned sympathy into a response that was scarcely more than a photo op.  He negated to mention that two men, not one, died that day.  Was his sympathy not with the neighbor and close friend that volunteered time?  Maybe he got distracted by all that unconstitutional warring going on.  How does a mentally ill veteran that got discharged from inpatient care, against the pleas from the family, after actively doing every single flag raising cry for help act there is, have anything to do with saying we should never have been there in the first place? How is that a solution? I don’t understand that.  Hey great, you think we shouldn’t have gone there.  What good is that for Chris Kyle or Chad Littlefield?  Are you proposing time travel to save them?

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It’s like me suggesting that instead of banning abortion we make pregnant women go back in time and leave a note on the bathroom mirror that says “Don’t circle home.”   You know what? Eventually, the note won’t be enough ‘cause they’ll think they can avoid it.  Then she’s going to wake up that day and find nine notes pleading with her to please, seriously, just stay home.  How long and bitter is that cycle going to be?  We could just circumvent the time travel part and tell women across America to go ahead and put the note on the bathroom mirror with a crudely drawn diagram of her freshly fertilized egg with a caption that says “This happens when” along with another crudely drawn diagram that I presume I don’t need to explain.    Although, I hear that’s done in elementary schools and doctor’s offices already, and it’s still not sinking in.  Hmmmm.

I have a feeling time travel to prevent war will be just as futile.  The diagram will be on a much larger sticky note.  The gist being that putting the military in hostile countries results in financial obligation, troop loss, and media nightmares.  Maybe include a list of folks that would love to instigate a war.  Then illustrate with a diagram of hugging them all and giving them doughnuts.  No one can be angry while eating doughnuts.  (If they are, it is because they’re bad doughnuts. ) Do you think George W. could have stopped 9/11 with a hug and some doughnuts?  Or is that nonaggression thing one way?  Let it happen then don’t engage?  I’m pretty sure that no matter how hard and furious you place those post it notes, on that bathroom mirror, things would have happened just the same.

You see, with war and with pregnancy, we know what causes them.  But it’s not as simple as saying “Dude, that’s gonna be unpopular, don’t.”  We have to accept that our world isn’t a spontaneous construct of the moment. Generations ago there were policies and plans that put the ball into motion, which set the stage for these wars (and economic/social problems *cough*).  The pregnancy didn’t start the decision to seek an abortion.  Culture, support, education, economics, and morals from the conception of the mother on, played a part in the decision to seek the abortion; and probably before that.

If we wish to change our world, we cannot respond as though the problems and faults we see are new.  Much of what I see in the news today or discussed on Sundays are very much the same social and moral issues that were being discussed a hundred years ago. (Chesterton anyone?)  I feel strongly that we should set aside the restrictions we’ve placed on our thinking and the narcissistic mentality that we’re somehow different and more special because of technology or the passage of time. We should stop trying to define and segregate each aspect of our lives into emotional little checked boxes.  These are labels that flex with time and diminish our capacity to comprehend our world in any depth.  Instead we should be flocking to our libraries, churches, and institutions of learning.  What a wonderful wealth of wisdom and peace awaits us as we rediscover our past, evaluate the actions, and seek to make different decisions.