We Watched The Town

 

a. In Choice, As In Life, Is Guilt

So she decided to have an abortion. If she were my daughter I’d
                        accompany
her to the abortionist, respect her decision. But she’s not my
                        daughter, and I am
the mayor of this town and I need votes from Roman Catholics.
                        Beyond that,
I am for family values and a woman must copulate with none other
                        than
her husband. If she got raped, well some say yes, get her an
                        abortion,
some would say it’s still not okay.
                                                            We’re not talking about a
                        mere subject
here, we’re talking about a fetus. This is more than a theme,
                        this is poetry itself,
as everything is—except subjects. A beer can is an object,
                        serenity is a subject;
not a fetus. It is a human being. You have a sperm cell floating
                        on top
of a table, that is half a human being. So priests shouldn’t
                        masturbate. Sperm
cells are for a purpose.
                                                Except doctors say if a male doesn’t
                        masturbate,
he’d feel discomforts, a disease maybe, or get involuntary
                        secretions.
That is a sin, but that’s an involuntary and therefore original
                        sin.

                                                We are not
talking about ideas here but God’s desire for our existence. He
                        taught
us to kill fish, and cattle, and plants, but only for a
                        practical reason.
Everything must be practical, everything must have a reason. The
                        point
here is modesty, as against excess.
                                                            So, no birth control, B.C.
                        has
no modesty. Here is excess. We must copulate only as per
                        religious
reasons—e.g. having children, what else, uh, strengthening
                        husband-wife
ties after work? We must eat only what we need, we must build
churches without excess glamor and gold. Remember that the child
Jesus was a modest person who dreamt of travelling to Tibet to
join buddhas, he wasn’t keen on pawnshop auctions.

                                                        Roman vomiting
                        is
a sin, it is aborting food, the life in food, which is grace,
                        which is God.
Collecting tithes for excess expenditures and winery maintenance
                        is a
sin, it is aborting life itself, which can only exist with
                        meaning. With-
out meaning—churches investing in bonds for the purpose of
                        buying chal-
ices—, life’s acts become death itself.

                                                            When a child abortion has
                        meaning,
when birth control gets to have meaning, you could then offer your
                        acts to
God with tears of original sinning, after His creating us
                        innocent of
what he wants us to do, as we pray for forgiveness and give
                        sermons.
But all subjects need our judgment here,

                                                                        so we must confess to
                        confessors
and outside of the church separately confess to the gossip
                        columnist in all. The sep-
aration, by the way, is necessary. Only bottlecaps and car tires
                        belong to the
state, fetuses and lives belong to God. And the reason Churches
                        don’t
pay taxes is because they inhabit tracts of land that belong to
                        heaven.
Life on earth is a carnival, life inside churches is a solemn
                        hymn.
And priests’ lives move accordingly.

                                                        So now, if my daughter is to ask
                        me if
I’m for an abortion she needs, I cannot just wash my hands and
leave all things to Rome’s judgments. I’d bring her—our subject—to the
                        abortionist,
along with our priest, to offer the child to heaven’s better
                        living quar-
ters. Is that reason enough?
            And assuming a rapist is laughing somewhere, his child through
                        the raped woman’s
egg might just become an angel!

This shall make the fetus not our human being, but God’s humble
                        object.
The privilege speech is finally His on what is seed and what is
                        plant.

 

 

 

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