The tenor of political debate in the US has reached a stunning nadir; if anyone’s wondering what happened to the tone, we shot it, set it on fire, baked the ashes into a cake, ate the cake, shat it out, and then shot and burned that.
Given that, I’d like to suggest that we drop all the pretense, and just say what we mean:
Women and men have different gifts, and are meant to play different roles in the world.
“Women scare me.”
These requirements protect the dignity of the unborn *and* women’s health.
“All abortions should be illegal, and the babykilling feminist establishment should come to Jesus. Jane, take those shoes off and get back in the kitchen.”
Marriage should be between a man and a woman.
“Two men having sex is gross and makes me uncomfortable.”
While I’m at it, I’d like to toss this one in for good measure:
This strip aerobics class is empowering!
“I have internalized the patriarchy’s messages equating and limiting women’s power to “sexiness,” so I’ll take what I can get.”
Seriously, even four-year-olds are better at confronting the crux of their issues.
“Then you should say what you mean,” the March Hare went on.
“I do,” Alice hastily replied; “at least–at least I mean what I say–that’s the same thing, you know.”
“Not the same thing a bit!” said the Hatter. “You might just as well say that “I see what I eat” is the same thing as “I eat what I see”!”