Fluke To be A Keynote Speaker At DNC

By Steve Pauwels / 30 August 2012

Here
at summer 2012′s end, the unfortunately, but aptly, named Susan Fluke
has become something of a familiar figure. For months now, this “Queen
of Contraception” has been all over TV screens, radio talk gabfests and
the political commentariat. Still, every time she freshly surfaces I
find myself gawping in stupefied dismay — first at her; but even more
so, at the civilizational catastrophe she embodies.

For those who don’t know, Fluke is the thirty-ish Georgetown Law
school student and “reproductive rights activist” — in another time,
she’d be considered an adult woman – who, nearly single-highhandedly, has
transformed the “free contraception” issue into a cause célèbre.

The mission that get’s her out of bed every morning?
Government mandating someone else feed her stash of birth control pills,
or condoms, or abortifacients – whatever pregnancy preventer/terminator
strikes her fancy at the time.

Seriously. This is not — at least not chronologically — some
gum-smacking teenybopper pontificating on life’s big questions from her
perch at the Mall’s food court. This is a feminist and
lawyer-in-the-making who, presumably, hopes someday to represent other
individuals or corporations before our courts. One who expects to be
treated with the respect normally accorded grown-ups.

Yet, notwithstanding all that and the straight face, Fluke pounds
the table over her “constitutional right” to coerce someone else into
underwriting her baby-proofed sexual escapades. (Costs, according to an
estimate she volunteered earlier this year? $3000 (!) over the course of
a three year law school career.)

Between Wal-Mart discounts and her own ingenuity, you’d think she
could keep herself stocked in Yaz. Instead, Fluke gravely and
insistently informs the whole world she’s demanding not only carefree
sex — and apparently lots and lots of it — but that others pay the
freight for it.

Those others? Technically, at least according to the president’s most
recent blueprint, they are health insurance companies, financed
operationally by the businesses and individuals who patronize them.

If a Roman Catholic or Evangelical Christian business owner, or
devoutly Jewish or Muslim insurance purchaser, or simply, a
freedom-loving, Constitution-honoring American objects to being herded
into this contraception-for-the-masses scheme? Sandra Fluke and her
fellow-travelers retort: Women must have their regular, coital
satisfaction, you see; complete with fully-blossoming orgasms undiluted
by any subconscious, pesky fear of pregnancy. Society owes them this.
Our Founders, in fact, pledged lives, fortune and sacred honor for it.
Didn’t you realize that?

Any religious or liberty objections, then, must step aside.

Thomas Jefferson, mind you, one of those aforecited Revolutionaries,
might take exception. It was he, after all, who wrote, “To compel a man
to furnish contributions of money for the propagation of opinions which
he disbelieves and abhors is sinful and tyrannical.” Yep, freedom of
conscience was a big deal to our third president; probably even more
cherished than limitless, government-furnished rubbers.

The rantings of Fluke and friends are startling enough. Even more
dispiriting, even more chilling, however, is the sizable cohort of
ballot-casters who miss entirely the preposterousness of their
prophylactic passion; and the major political party officially devoted
to its implementation.

Lately, word comes that Sandra Fluke — and others who share her ardor
for government-guaranteed birth control for all — will be headlining
that political party’s upcoming national convention. When leading
Democrats gather next week in Charlotte, not only Ms. Fluke but
president of Planned Parenthood, Cecile Richards, and top-hand over at
NARAL Pro-Choice America, Nancy Keenan, will be taking the podium,
stumping for their concupiscence-curdled, abortion-addled message of
copulation without consequence, without end.

Honestly, what kind of political coalition heroinizes spokeswomen
like these? What kind of Chief Executive unflinchingly and pathetically
panders to them?

We’re not talking, after all, about last century’s doughty
suffragettes, or more recently, the distaff denouncers of wife-abuse.
These Sandra-Fluke types eat, breath and live a rather more dubious
crusade: more pre-born boys and girls snuffed out by their mothers; and
birth control devices showered, indiscriminately and at others’ expense,
on all comers.

The party of Barack Obama likes to flatter itself as the champion of
elevated notions. What they’ve actually, aggressively adopted as
centerpiece of their program is the legalized killing of unborn human
beings and the strong-arming of one group of Americans into bankrolling
the pregnancy-free recreational sex habits of another.

Contemporary feminism and modern liberalism have bullied the Dems to
this place: I am woman, hear me roar — but first cover my monthly birth
control tab.

Domestic and international jihadism menaces; financial meltdown, the
debauching of our borders, daunting unemployment numbers and so many
other sobering concerns stalk the nation, and the party of the Left
yield pride of place to …? The unsettling demands of this
child-deploring gaggle.

Harsh, you say? Nah — harsh is one million-plus abortions — that’s
human lives cut short — annually. Harsh is dragooning hard-working
individuals or private businesses into ponying up for a physiologically
mature woman’s contraceptive cache. Harsh is the first amendment
(freedom of religion, freedom of association) and fourth amendment
(private property protections) — genuinely Constitutional rights, not
Ms. Fluke’s libidinously fantasist ones — scrubbed from the Constitution
to prop up a national fornication fund.

Political and cultural Leftists, philosophically at home among the
Democrats, were moving recognizably in this direction decades before
Sandra Fluke was even born. It’s appropriate, then, they should be
represented by this ridiculous woman; standard bearer for her ridiculous
political party; which is led by an equally ridiculous president.

....Moral of the story? KEEP YOUR LEGS TOGETHER WOMAN, OR TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR OWN FOIBLES IN THE BEDROOM!