Midnight Party at The Stone Table

The DNC, GOP Liabilities, & Sundries

Dear Friends,

The Democratic National Convention is underway and, really, what is there to say? The Democrat Party is just … the Democrat Party. It is just who they are. I cannot really improve on Erick Erickson’s description of the first night:

The first night of the Vagina Monologues live from Chicago concluded well after midnight last night. The stage production, a staple of left wing America, lectured Americans on the need to kill kids for most of the evening and ended with elder abuse.

A lot of people were highly outraged—as they should be—by Planned Parenthood’s announcement that they are offering free vasectomies and free abortions in a mobile lab parked at the DNC. That is an incredibly stark visual image of what Progressives increasingly stand for: sterility and death. But it seems to me people were awfully quick to pin this on the DNC itself. I don’t think I’ve seen any confirmation that the Democrat Party itself had anything to do with this publicity stunt. It seems to me you should think of it this way: in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, when the White Witch throws a midnight party at the Stone Table we are told that every kind of dark, nasty, creeping, evil thing was drawn to it like moths to a flame. It does reflect on the DNC that purveyors of sterility and death are drawn to their event presuming—counting on the fact—that they would be welcomed and celebrated.

Remember the Jurassic Age when there was a thing called a “Pro-Life Democrat”? Barack Obama killed them all off, politically speaking. For you younger whippersnappers (and forgetful Gen-Xers and Boomers), here’s some history: way back in 2010 President Obama was trying to get the Affordable Care Act passed. A group of Pro-Life Democrats stood in the way, led by Michigan Senator Bart Stupak. They demanded that there be religious liberty exemptions regarding providing contraceptives and abortions. At the eleventh hour—and I mean the eleventh hour; the Senate was in session trying to pass this thing—Obama met with Bart Stupak in the Oval Office and promised him, in exchange for his vote and that of his colleagues, that he would ensure such protections, and even signed an executive order to that effect. The Affordable Care Act then passed, only because Stupak & Co. went along.

Immediately thereafter HHS Secretary Kathleen Sebelius issued a rule requiring all religious nonprofits to pay for contraceptives and abortions. That’s right. The exact opposite of what was promised. And then the Obama Justice Department followed that up by suing a group of nuns, the Little Sisters of the Poor, for not paying for contraception in their healthcare coverage. Such are the sweet, sweet promises of Barack Obama. To my mind, that stands as one of the great political double-crosses of the past generation—right out of House of Cards—and it is lamentable that it is almost completely forgotten. Oh, and Bart Stupak didn’t run for reelection because he was going to get primaried. And now there isn’t, to my knowledge, a single Pro-Life Democrat left. What a party.

I will take second chair to nobody in my contempt for what the Democrat Party has become. Their nominee is a vacuous know-nothing who is now proposing ludicrous economic policies (price controls? Really?) Their vice presidential nominee appears to be a habitual liar—at least they are keeping that continuity with Joe Biden. And his antics rival Hillary running mate Tim Kaine, who was intolerably obnoxious. This really does seem to be the party of economic redistribution, free abortions, and state-sanctioned bodily mutilation of children. They are pretty much awful.