This morning I find two things amazing:
One: That any reviewer could find Milan Kundera’s “Book of Laughter and Forgetting” anything but horrific. The core scene in the novel is his image of Czechoslovakia drowning, while a boatload of psychopathic children looks on with only mild curiosity.
Two: How eagerly and vociferously women are defending the practice of abortion. Ponder this carefully, emotionally. Sex is pleasurable, but pregnancy is sacred. Anyone who has been around a pregnant woman, if they have the least power of perception, has seen her glowing. It is a happy time. Pregnancy is a happy time. The exceptions to this should be few and far between.
Yet somehow we have devolved to demands, more or less, to treat babies as unwanted objects the moment they become unwanted. Partial birth abortions are the new thing that Democrats want, not just the right to have a medical doctor perform the procedure. There is no love in any of this, no goodness, no kindness, no caring, no compassion. It is entirely appropriate that it is Satanists doing the most to defend abortion in Texas, and entirely appropriate that many on the Left support them.
We have lost nuance. No one takes the time to listen to their hearts, to what emerges from silence. It is all shouting and screaming, never any thinking or hearting.
There is plenty to work from, for those of us who retain a taste for the occasional old school Jeremiad.