You seem really focused on the principles and theory behind this.
Yeah. I know. Principles sort of become a bit of a habit when you’ve been good as long as I have been. I mean I’m saint material here. Just poke me some more. You’ll see the halo show up pretty soon.
But principles don’t un-make babies
No. And a lack of principles don’t get a pass every time they happen. That’s not fair thinking. That’s soft-headedness. That’s wishful thinking. Because if that’s to be the case there’s no real point in having principles. The game’s played the same way whether you’re playing by the rules or just helping yourself to the deck. Nice for someone without principles. But not fair to the rest who are trying hard.
, and they sure as heck don’t feed them.
Good thing Catholic charities do feed them.
That’s why the church gets publicly reamed every time they do this. Taking someone out of gainful employment, putting then on the streets, and doing so for no other reason than they are about to expect a baby is disgusting.
Good thing there’s a balance in this. In this apparent epidemic of unwed mothers getting kicked out of their teaching positions. Good thing Catholic Social Services is there to help. I don’t see the foundation of the Atheists Super Concerned With Babies hanging around though. Oh wait. They’re all at Planned Parenthood. Busy un-planning all the babies.
No amount of charity money and clothes are going to make the woman or her child OK.
Wait. I’ve got to reach for a tissue here. I mean you’ve really got me on this one.
No amount of charity money is going to make someone Ok? Well it sure worked pretty good for me. Got me right back on my feet when I needed it.
(And I really dig the pro-life “pregnant women might as well be coke addicts,” stance. I’m sure Pope Francis would dig it too

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You did? Wow. That’s great. Because being a drug addict that’s all I could really think of to equate to what must surely be a sex-addiction on the part of the teacher. You know. That teacher that vowed to be chaste and then. Just. Couldn’t. Manage. That. Level. Of. Commitment.
I mean this is tough stuff. My heart’s right in my mouth on this one.
I’m still a bit confused about why you brought the Pope into this one though. All the way from Italy. I mean is he supposed to be on your side there? Sort of holding up your banner?
And that’s why I love this country. Catholic organizations are free to single out pregnant women, and only pregnant women, for life destroying punishment. Likewise, the media, outside observers, and donors are free to say that it’s a cruel display of hypocrisy and make their decisions based on that. And they do.
The decision I would come to is to abort, because homeless and pregnant with no health insurance is a very dangerous situation. Other women may choose differently, but you can be sure that not all will. So you stand on your principles, and I’ll continue to make my choices based on reality.
Proud to be an American.
Oh. I guess there was no other way out of this. I guess it’s either I’m a Proud American. Or I’m one of those guys with no heart.
Either I’ve got to be the one sweeping up after everyone’s mistakes. Making everything all good. So no one has to take responsibility for their own actions. Or I’m a bastard.
I mean you’ve done a good job trying to unpin the last year’s worth of work I’ve made in getting to where I’m at. Because it wasn’t until I took responsibility for my own actions that I could climb out of the hole I’d dug for myself. It wasn’t until I’d faced the reality that I had to hang my hat on my own consequences that I was able to pivot.
But here you come ready to give me a pat on the head and a shovel. Ready to say that no matter what choices I make in life you’ll be there to help me out. To show me that it’s never my fault. It’s never my problem. And that I don’t really need to worry about it.
So is it Ok if I come and crash at your place the next time I fall to my temptation? The next time I trade my addictions for what’s more important in life. And get evicted? Because I doubt you’d let me in. In fact I doubt you’d let an unwed mother share your house either. Because for all your sanctimonious preaching you have yet to live in the real world. You’ve yet to stumble around that corner.
Your false compassion is nothing that I need. You have no idea. You have no clue as to the harm in this. I wish life was as simple as you paint it. But it’s not.
It’s so easy to preach from the sidelines. But if you actually want to make a difference get into the doing of things. Get into life’s inner workings. And make things matter. Go and volunteer at an unwed women’s shelter. And instead of enabling them to make poor life choices. Instead of just placating them with meaningless platitudes. Help brace them for the reality. That life’s hard. That life takes courage. That you own your mistakes. That it’s Ok to ask for help. But it’s not Ok to just expect it’s something you’re owed.
-Trident