As a woman, I resent being scooped up with the turd when it comes to all these ridiculous “women’s” causes. From Sandra Fluke to Ashley Judd to the pro-abortion movement, the crusade for “women’s rights” is all too often a front for the celebration of self-absorption. There’s nothing wrong with thinking you’re awesome. I, for one, am completely convinced that I am pretty cool. But I can’t imagine putting my own fear, desire for convenience, or any other emotion, great or small, before the life of a child or the religious liberty of the American people.
The crusade to eradicate religious conscience rights in favor of free birth control for everyone is not about women who have ovarian cysts and need birth control pills for their terrible cramping pain, or even about that lofty-sounding catchphrase, “women’s rights”; it’s about people getting what they want for free.
The sacrosanct “right” to an abortion the Supreme Court discovered in 1973 is not about saving women’s lives or wombs or psyches, as many would have you believe. It’s about people wanting to do what they want when they want, without having to suffer any consequences or answer to anyone or accept responsibility.
So, Sandra Fluke and all you birth control crusaders, admit it: you want free birth control because you believe that consequence-free recreational sex should be available for everyone all the time on the government’s dime, because you’re not smart enough to understand what liberty is, or that nothing is free, to paraphrase Mattie Ross, except the grace of God.
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