The Roe v. Wade Row (War)

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In a past post, I addressed the issue of devoutness; concluded that religious fervor must dwell in the Goldilocks Zone; i.e., be neither too “cold” nor too “hot”. After all, the former temperature extreme might cause parishioners to perish from moral hypothermia; the latter, could easily imperil entire nations with impending, theocratic overthrow; in particular, of late, the fate now awaiting my own homeland?

Hmm, might America be spared seeing how, THANK GOD, we were founded, in part, on Freedom of / from Religion and the Separation of Church and State?

Alas, in spite of such state ratified, Constitutional principles having endured for nearly two-and-one-half centuries, when it comes down to the squinty, myopic eyes of the intolerant, the jury is still out.

Anyway…

This being a Sunday, what better time to discuss the future of America, which is being threatened, in part, by six ultraconservative U.S. Supreme Court justices (three of them Trumpers). Just one of their onerous, odious decrees recently wound up overturning Roe v. Wade; in essence, rendering abortion illegal.

Be mindful that, in order to discuss this complex issue intelligently, we will need to set aside our own personal views, re that surgical procedure, itself.

The actual crux is how that sextet of simpletons, handed down from the mount, their haphazardly chiseled, “Clay Tablet’s Eleventh Commandment“, which is already messing up / mucking up the lives of multiple-millions; unleashing devastating, societal upheaval; inflicting personal and financial hardship that’ll be felt today and for untold generations to come.

All owing to a half dozen, inconsiderate, out of touch with reality justices, who cannot even begin to fathom how the phrases “problem pregnancy” and “personal tragedy” are inexorably linked.

Case in point, the plight of the raped, traumatized, ten-year-young child, who recently had to flee from her home state of Ohio to Indiana to end her forced pregnancy; to begin taking her first baby steps down the long road to emotional recovery.

Tho that should be the end to this sad story, regrettably, the sorrows have only just begun…

Her abortion has whipped up the Stateside, Iranian magnitude, zero-tolerance zealots into such a frothing at the mouth furor, that these “pro-lifers” are now calling for the conviction, imprisonment and/or execution of the abortionist, the child’s parents and even the child herself.

Were this theological firestorm ANY WORSE THAN IT ALREADY IS, the “less intolerant” factions might… JUST MIGHT… relent JUST A TAD… were the child victim to do WHAT?

Consent to marrying and living with her rapist till death do they part?

Folks, I sure as HELL hope that immediately above sentence is hyperbole. For if that’s not the case…

HEAVEN HELP US ALL!

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Fortune Cookie Blog: Goldilocks Zone

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Goldilocks and the Three Bears can help
divine the happy medium of Devoutness.
Too cold and too soft leads to Irrelevance.
Too hot and too hard leads to Intolerance.
Just Right leads to Peaceful Coexistence!

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To Boldly Go… To Proxima Centauri

Last Wednesday, astronomers announced the existence of a planet closely orbiting the red dwarf star Proxima Centauri. Normally we’d deem that short star to planet distance too close for human comfort but, since the heat output from red dwarfs is much less, this new world, “Proxima b” does reside well within the habitable “Goldilocks” zone.

Even better, educated guessers claim this exoplanet could have terrestrial type surface features… inclusive of liquid water. And, saving the very best for last, this newfound solar system is an astronomical “stones throw”, a “mere” 4.2 light-years (25 trillion miles) away from Earth.

For many of us, who’ve been around long enough, this is a literal fantasy come true.

You see, fifty Septembers ago, CBS launched the weekly Sci-Fi TV series, Lost In Space… the story of the Robinson family (John and Maureen and their teen daughters Judy and Penny and preteen son Will). Maj. West is their pilot… just in case the computerized navigation system crashes.

After these six astronauts are cryogenically frozen into suspended animation, the fully automated, flying saucer shaped Jupiter 2 blasts off… and they embark on their interstellar journey. Their goal is to colonize a planet orbiting Alpha Centauri (which, btw, may or may not be gravitationally bound to Proxima Centauri).

Col./ Dr. Zachary Smith portrays the villainous saboteur who, prelaunch, reprograms the ship’s robot to destroy the spaceship 8 hours into the mission. His bad karma catches up with him when he gets trapped aboard the ship during the final 10 seconds of the countdown. Eventually he has to deal, first hand, with “his” running amok robot. The critically meteor and robot damaged Jupiter 2 then crash lands on an unknown planet… the 7 shipwrecked spacefarers fighting, daily, to stay alive.

The Wednesday evening this Sci-Fi program debuted (09/15/1965), I was 11 years old… a boy totally geeked about the real life NASA space program. However, at that point, not all was going well in my life. I was being relentlessly, verbally and physically assaulted by playground and neighborhood bullies.

To be sure, Lost In Space did afford this long ago, lost in life kid the very escapism he had so desperately needed. Even better, character William Robinson was also an 11 year old. I could readily identify with him because we were both living on hostile planets and constantly facing down monsters… his world and creatures the alien variety… mine terrestrial.

Returning to the here and now…

One component of today’s reality is our compelling thoughts that humankind could someday visit and explore Proxima Centauri’s potentially earth-like planet.

The other component is that terrestrial monsters and bullies (in particular, political sociopaths and narcissists) do continue to exist and they’re rapidly bringing our troubled world to the brink of self-destruction.

All things considered, it would not be too soon for us to start planning some real-time, real-life escapism… to construct an actual, space-worthy Jupiter 2… to select a handful of humans who, as interstellar astronauts, could easily wind up becoming not only colonists of “Proxima b”, but also the soul survivors of planet Earth.