Good News in the News

Score one for the pro-lifers! Two minutes ago I, along with the majority of the free world, had no idea who Mike Rounds is, but now his name will go down into the history books as the first governor to sign an abortion ban into law since Roe vs. Wade overturned it in 1973. It’s now official: South Dakota is the first state (since I’ve been alive) where it’s now illegal to murder unborn children. It’s about time!

Now, if only the demand for abortions were to decrease, but unfortunately, I don't see legislation ever changing that. At first I thought the abortion clinics in the state surrounding South Dakota would be cheering, as they will now get all the business South Dakota will lose . . . but then I realized the abortion rates probably aren’t high in South Dakota in the first place. I mean, they have a population of what, 17? And that's counting the cows too!

Brokeback Crashes
So Crash beat out the popular Brokeback Mountain in a surprise win for Best Picture at last night's Oscars. Interesting. From what I understand, Crash was not a movie advertised in the normal markets. It won best film or some other award at some film festival (I’m not current with Hollywood Trivia, as you can tell), and its primary mode of publicity was through word of mouth. That's an an astounding accomplishment that reveals that racism and the lack of human connection – issues dealt with in Crash – is probably more of an issue for most Americans than unrequited homosexual love, or whatever it was that Brokeback was about.

I didn't see Crash, so I checked out the movie trailer and the first couple of seconds of it is some guy talking about how people in L.A. never touch each other – foreshadowing the theme of the lack of human connection. I found that really strange, because right around the time Crash was released (give or take a month or two or six), I had this dream about Jimmi Simpson. (Yes, I have a crush on Jimmi Simpson, and no, you probably don’t know who he is.) Anyway, in my dream Jimmi and I were friends (we couldn’t date because he isn’t a Christian, of course), and I asked him why he slept around with so many girls.

He cocked his head and looked at me. “That’s the only time anyone ever touches me,” he replied. I woke up wondering if his response could apply to a lot of other equally lonely, promiscuous people out there and decided it probably could. (I swear, my subconscious is so much smarter than I am.) Perhaps today’s sad culture of rugged individualism has spawned a nation of people who aren’t craving sexual fulfillment as much as they are an authentic connection with another human being, wherein sleeping around is the only socially acceptable option our post-Christian society offers to fulfill that need.

I’m sure there’s a concept deep enough in there to keep a psychologist entertained for hours, but I’ve got a headache and a sore throat, so I’m feeling in no condition to pursue it right now. I really gotta quit blogging at 3 a.m. . .

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