'Here’s the complicated reality in which we live: All life is not equal. That’s a difficult thing for liberals like me to talk about, lest we wind up looking like death-panel-loving, kill-your-grandma-and-your-precious-baby storm troopers. Yet a fetus can be a human life without having the same rights as the woman in whose body it resides. She’s the boss. Her life and what is right for her circumstances and her health should automatically trump the rights of the non-autonomous entity inside of her. Always.'
Then quietly note, again, without panic, that it is not presented as a provocation to revolution. Such quiet assurance is only possible after the revolution. It is the certitude of victory.
Breathtaking it all is.
Mary Elizabeth Williams shows herself to be a moral idiot, yes, but we must thank her for the honesty with which she exalts an act of sheer stupid violence into an expression of the supreme jouissance of the unmoored will careening about the world. She has also taken what would be a reasoned objection to her position - hey, you know that's, like, killing a child for profit and convenience - and neutralized it most effectively with a simple So what. She knows we're killing children - and? So what? This is about power, bitches, and don't you forget it.
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