Tuesday morning, CNN devoted a crapload of coverage on abortionist George Tiller’s death. Remember, Dr. Tiller was the late-term king, knocking them off just as they cross the finish line.
Now, as I watched CNN’s endless coverage — the kind they never give to the murder of a soldier by a Muslim convert — I kept obsessing over one thing: Why don’t I care?
I mean, I know that soon there will be a movie about Tiller (not about William Long, of course), probably starring walking hairpiece, Ted Danson.
But I still don’t care.
I mean, I know that killing Tiller is wrong. It’s murder. But I still don’t care. And I’m willing to bet that most of America — save the media — doesn’t care much either.
Why is that?
It’s not that I think killing abortionists is OK. It’s not. The thing is, when I make a list of “stuff that’s wrong” — it’s just not way up there.
So, does that make me a crazy pro-lifer? I mean, I don’t march outside clinics waving posters or hand out pamphlets. I keep to myself mostly and drink boxed wine.
But I do have some definition of what being “pro-life” is. It goes like this: If you look at people you love — your child, your sister or spouse — and cannot imagine them never being born, then you’re a pro-lifer.
But, if you can imagine your loved ones never being alive, then you’re a pro-choicer and you astound me. Oddly, I’ve never met a pro-choicer who can say she wished she’d aborted her already living — and no doubt adorable — child (I’m still waiting!)
Anyway, before you call me a callous bastard for my ambivalence over Tiller’s murder, realize I beat you to it. I am a callous bastard. But I guess — as Obama often points out — it’s all about empathy.
Which reminds me of an old joke I wrote:
Knock knock!
Who’s there?
You’ll never know!
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