Toight, I plan to do two things I’ve never done before and will
hopefully never do again: I will watch Dancing with the
Stars and send a text message — actually, a bunch of text
messages.
The occasion, of course, is Bristol Palin, who continues to
dance her way to the finals on one of the culture’s most popular TV
shows. She glides merrily along not with the support of the New
York/Hollywood elite that stand in judgment of her, but with the
enthusiastic approval of millions of us Neanderthals out here in
the Hinterland-and to the great chagrin of perpetually angry
liberals.
Without the backing of us boors in fly-over country, Sarah
Palin’s daughter would have been booted long ago. Alas, like her
mother, she is buoyed by the affections of countless regular
Americans who — praise be to God — don’t give a damn about the
New York Times.
And as Bristol trots to victory after victory, the pressure
cooker that is liberal America rises and rises and rises, boiling
over with customary ferocity.
What’s really going on here? Let’s cut to the chase: The roots
of this indecent, unhealthy rage by liberals is — first and
foremost — a lashing out against Bristol and her mother for the
political/cultural sin of standing, unwaveringly, for unborn human
life. That stance also explains why liberal women in particular
despise both Bristol and the mother who gave her life. The Palins’
devotion to the pro-life life infuriates pro-choice women.
I’ll never forget the moment Sarah Plain first walked onto that
stage with John McCain. The initial salvo had already been fired,
not because of anything Palin said but because of what she had
done. As far as liberal women were concerned, Palin had already
drawn a line in the sand when she chose to give birth to a child
pre-diagnosed with Down syndrome, choosing to do what some 90% of
women don’t do when given that diagnosis.
Even more galling, Palin, in one fell swoop, thereby decapitated
the entire pro-choice narrative. Her “choice” repudiated everything
feminists always insisted were de facto prerequisites for an
abortion. To wit, here was an extremely busy woman who had it all
— college educated, accomplished, governor of a state, several
children already, happily married, in her early 40s. According to
the twisted pro-choice worldview, these were yet more reasons to
abort. Sarah Palin, however, did not.
In truth, the “pro-choice” position is not about choice; it is
about self. Those who are “pro-choice” are primarily, at their
core, pro-self. Thus, they measure Sarah Palin’s choice against
their own choices, and it fills them with bitterness.
Think about it: Shouldn’t liberals at least applaud Sarah
Palin’s consistency? Shouldn’t they at least concede that she walks
the walk?
No, no, no. Their response has been pure vitriol.
The most lasting manifestation of that, in my mind, was shown by
the downright mean “Retarded Republican Babies for Sarah Palin”
T-shirts that compassionate liberals were selling on the web during
the 2008 campaign. The shirts featured a little GOP elephant
blowing a balloon. They were a slap at the face of Palin’s innocent
little Down’s child, Trig.
What had Trig done wrong? Wasn’t he deserving of sympathy? Not
to the enraged and deranged. To them, Trig was Sarah Plain’s child
— the product of a misbegotten choice. He merited contempt.
Alas, that’s where Bristol comes in. She, too, being a child of
Sarah Palin, is disliked by the left by her very birthright. But
then, however, she mushroomed their resentment to nuclear levels
when, she, too, committed the cardinal sin of choosing life. Recall
the surprising announcement by the Palins, during the 2008
presidential campaign, that Bristol was pregnant out-of-wedlock.
The angry left, with its pro-choice lobby leading the way with
torches, hoped that Bristol — who Saturday Night Live
parodied having sex with her father — wouldn’t go the way of her
mother by choosing life.
Etched my memory was the unholy assessment of Gloria Feldt,
former president of Planned Parenthood, who criticized Sarah Palin
for allegedly forcing her unwed daughter to not choose death.
“[Bristol] probably feels powerless right now,” said a saddened
Feldt, oozing with empathy. “Because of her family’s attitude, she
probably doesn’t feel that she has a choice.”
Following her mother’s blessed example, Bristol chose life. And
with that, again, the left, especially liberal women, were spinning
in their seats and foaming with rage.
Bristol had now given them two reasons to hate her: First, she
had been birthed into this world by Sarah Palin. Now, she had given
birth herself-when, according to the Death Culture’s dictates, she
should have instead checked into the nearest Planned Parenthood
clinic.
Again, a line was drawn in the sand. And now, every time Bristol
graces the floor on Dancing with the Stars, liberal women
cross that line and heap handfuls of sand at the struggling young
mom, who has done nothing to deserve their scorn.
Well, that’s why I intend to suffer through Dancing with the
Stars this Monday, and why I will vote for Bristol Palin as
much as I can on every phone line in the house. And because we,
too, have chosen life, with a bunch of kids in our house, including
foster children, I have a bunch of phones. Ah, the progressive
embrace of abortion is a demographic loser inA vote for Bristol
Palin on Monday is a vote against the Death Culture, NARAL, Planned
Parenthood, National Organization for Women, MSNBC, the New
York Times, Nancy Pelosi, the gals at The View, and
everything ugly bubbling and boiling inside the livid left.
Tonight, I intend to register my response.
Go get ‘em, Bristol!
