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Denounce the Irresponsibility and then Pass Laws to Encourage It

That is pretty much how much of our society is nowadays. From the recent housing situation to our immigration (lack of) enforcement to our abortion laws. Each of these issues came about, because our culture and laws are set up to encourage people to act irresponsibly… and then bail them out to keep them from having to face the consequences.

In essence, we have a culture which is teaching its young that actions do not come with consequences. Brilliant.

I discussed this a bit in the comments section on this post at HotAir: The obligatory “punished with a baby” post

“Look, I got two daughters — 9 years old and 6 years old,” Obama said. “I am going to teach them first about values and morals, but if they make a mistake, I don’t want them punished with a baby. I don’t want them punished with an STD at age 16, so it doesn’t make sense to not give them information.”

Someone made the comment on a blog I was reading – I think NRO – that we cannot just say “be responsible”, we have to have incentives in place for people to be responsible. This was stated in context with the housing situation. Instead of encouraging people to be responsible, otherwise they are going to lose their house, we are giving away handouts to those who were irresponsible. Thus, we actually have laws which are encouraging irresponsible behavior.

Same issue with illegal immigration. We don’t enforce our laws, so it actually encourages and emboldens illegals to come here, knowing they will just get amnesty and no real punishment.

Aren’t we doing the same thing here with our abortion laws? Aren’t we simply encouraging teens to have promiscuous sex? They are not being punished for their irresponsibility, the same way illegals are not punished and irresponsible house-buyers are not punished. We can’t simply say “be responsible”, there must be some sort of thing in place to encourage the responsible behavior.

But, but saying here’s some condoms and here’s some birth control pills and if that fails, hey just get an abortion, those are incentives to continue the irresponsible behavior.

Just something to think about.

Michael in MI on March 30, 2008 at 3:42 PM

I should have stated here, instead of doing the same as Obama and making the equivalence of pregnancy as a “punishment”, that we need to be teaching that actions have consequences. Promiscuous sex leads to pregnancy. The pregnancy is not a “punishment”, but rather a consequence of actions taken.

So, in essence, our abortion laws and handing out condoms and birth control to teens is teaching them that their actions have no consequences.

Michael in MI on March 30, 2008 at 4:14 PM


You are so right… to follow up on what you are stating here, I believe liberal thinking is very much psychologically rooted in satisfying a need similar to codependent satisfaction.

Almost all liberal policies enable behavior with consequences that would strongly discourage participants from continuing, but then the liberal policy reward kicks in to absolve the participant from the bad consequence, thereby perpetuating the behavior. Add welfare to the list of ills you stated… without welfare, people would be hungry, which is a fantastic motivator to go out and get a job. Without free and unfetttered abortion, people would think twice about having unsafe sex… the list goes on and on and on. ANd the liberals who want to “rescue people form their bad behavior are dependent upon that bad behavior so they can feel good about themselves by doing the rescuing. Just like all the votes for Obama, it makes liberals feel good to elect a man who wants to punish whitey because americans have built such a great society they feel guilty about it. Liberalism really is a mental disorder…I forget who said it, but man it is so true…

JustTruth101 on March 30, 2008 at 4:04 PM

“Many would agree that knocking a teenager out of school for a year or more is too high a price to bring a fetus to term.”

Why is that too high a price? There are plenty of people who go back to school and earn a G.E.D. and then go on to succeed. Are “many” who agree to this saying that killing a baby is a better price to pay than a teenager forgoing her high school years? So she misses some dances and such and earns her GED later. So what? How is hat too high a price to save the life of a baby?

Michael in MI on March 30, 2008 at 3:45 PM

Also, saying a baby=punishment is nothing compared to some discussions I have had with women who have told me proudly that they feel a baby is equivalent to an unwanted disease or a unwanted leech on her body, and thus she has every right to get rid of that leech and/or disease. The fact that diseases are not something one can always prevent, but pregnancies are 100% preventable made not a lick of difference in our discussion.

Michael in MI on March 30, 2008 at 3:48 PM

Also, be sure to see Ed Morrissey’s update:

Update (Ed): I have to add something to this thread. My son & daughter-in-law had our granddaughter, the Little Admiral, when they were 18 years old. None of us ever saw her as a “punishment”, not from God or hormones or the universe in general. While we would obviously have preferred that Mom and Dad had a little more preparation for life, we never thought of the new addition as anything other than a blessing.

How so? We saw our son blossom almost overnight into manhood. He threw himself into his new family. Our daughter-in-law spent most of the pregnancy on an IV, and he learned to install and maintain it for her. They fought their school administrators almost their entire senior year, helped along by their very supportive teachers; they threatened to sic truant officers on my son (who was getting the best grades in his life at the time) until I told the district superintendent that I would be calling every TV station in town to let them know that the administrators were pressuring my DIL to get an abortion.

In May, the Little Admiral turns 6, and my son and DIL will both graduate from college. She’ll be a teacher, while he wants to pursue post-graduate work in math and physics. It’s amazing to see what people can do when they accept blessings in their lives rather than treat new life as a “punishment”.

And be sure to read this great account from a commentor at HotAir:

My wife and I had been married for 3 years before we welcomed our blessing. At the time, I had just finished my PhD and was starting a postdoctoral fellowship in genetics while my wife had been working at Pharmicia and Upjohn for 6 months. We decided to move back to our home state of Michigan because we knew we wanted to start a family. My wife was living and working in Michigan while I finished my thesis. When I did rejoin her, she had been telling me about some weird symptoms she had been having such as craving fruit and vegetables and being repulsed/nauseated by meat and onions. Her mother had told her a few months previous that she was pregnant, but my wife, the strong-headed woman that she is, told her mother that she was crazy.

Around the time of my birthday in February of 2001, I implored her to take a pregnancy test. It was positive. It was sooooo positive that my wife did not believe it so I went to a different pharmacy and bought a different test. Again, positive. We could not have been any happier. We figured that she was at most 3 months pregnant. During the first ultrasound, the technician told us that she was at 27 weeks. Wow. What a shock! The following weekend, we started looking to buy a house. We had planned on buying a house anyway but were living in an apartment on a temporary basis.

Things changed dramatically the following week. My wife had her first visit with the OB/GYN. While she was there the doctor found that her pulse was extremely high and her platelets were low….all signs of pre-eclampsia. The doctor told her to immediately go to the hospital for an emergency C-section. I was in my second week of working at my postdoctoral fellowship (8th day to be specific) when I received a frantic voice message on my cell phone that said, “They have to deliver me tonight. I’m in Kalamazoo at Bronson. Come find me.” The reason for the voice message is that my cell phone did not receive signal in the research building. I left my experiments are sped from Grand Rapids to Kalamazoo.

When I finally arrived, I ran through the hospital until I found the delivery unit. When I gave my name to the nurses behind the desk, they kindly took me to my wife’s run. The perinatalogist was there conducting a few tests. One test, a blood clotting test, was being done. After 5 minutes my wife’s blood was not clotting indicating that she could possibly bleed to death if she tried to maintain the pregnancy. The only choice was to deliver the baby premature (28 weeks gestation). In a little while I was given surgical scrubs and a mask to change into and shown how to scrub my hands and arms. As my wife was being wheeled into the OR, the last words she said to me were, “If it’s a girl, name her Jillian.” Not, “I love you” or anything like that. I chuckled and said, “I love you, too” and gave her a kiss.

After the surgeons had started the C-section, I was brought in to sit between my wife and the incubator that was waiting for our little one. At 8:52 PM we welcomed a 2.2 pound, 14.5 inch long baby into our family. It was not as easy afterwards as is sometimes shown on TV. Our baby had to spend an extra month and half after the delivery in the NICU. The baby had pulmonary hypertension and was on a ventilator for the first few weeks. Slowly things started to improve. Weight was being gained. The ventilator was replaced with a CPAP and finally a nasal canula. We did have several setbacks. The baby was diagnosed with very minor bleeding in the brain. Later, we found out that the baby was diagnosed with a cerebral palsy.

We finally got to welcome our addition to our home (that we purchased while the baby was in the hospital). Since the baby was on oxygen, around-the-clock care was needed. My wife took 3 months FMLA to care for our fragile infant. Once the 3 months was up, it was up to me. I had been making progress on my research, but I told my boss that it was either I work part-time at nights or nothing at all because it was my turn to be the caregiver. For the next 7 months, I cared for our baby during morning (4 AM feedings were rough!), day, and afternoon while my wife worked. Since my wife were for a big, evil pharma, she was our main breadwinner. I would go to work from 5-9PM every evening during the week and work one day on the weekends to keep my experiments moving forward. This is when my caffeine addiction started.

Because of the baby’s medical conditions, we were going to the neonatalogist’s office once every 4 weeks. Because of the slight cerebral palsy, we were going to physical therapy once a week at the hospital and had therapy once a week in our home. Every day I would do stretching exercise with an infant that was stiff as a board. The baby continued to grow and eventually no longer required oxygen. This was great news to us since we could not travel long distances. After the baby was discharged from using oxygen, we traveled to my hometown to visit my grandfather (a WWII Navy vet) who was on his deathbed at a VA hospital. I was so happy to see his smiling face (and tears of joy) when he saw his great grandchild 3 weeks before his death. My grandfather had been suffering for years with congestive heart failure. We were certain he was hanging on long enough to see his great grandchild.

As life goes, it is always changing. Pharmacia and Upjohn, where my wife had worked, was “acquired” by Pfizer. She lost her position with the company. Fortunately, she was able to find a new job…..with Eli Lilly in Indianapolis. So we moved our family here 5 years ago. Life has been good even though we are farther away from our family than we would like. A child has continued to grow. We did notice that there were a few changes that we could not quite figure out. We knew our child was behind other kids of the same age since walking did not happen until almost 2 years of age and talking was limited. Because of the way in which our child entered the world, special services from our school district were provided. A child was able to attend a developmental preschool. Before entering kindergarten, our child was evaluated by a school counselor. The most devastating news was given to us. Our child was diagnosed with an autism spectrum disorder. Through intensive work with physical and language teachers our child is thriving in first grade with kids of the same age.

I failed to mention that my daughter’s name is Jillian.

Do I consider everything I, my wife and family have been through with Jillian a punishment? Not in the least.

For what was once a bleak future on that cold evening in 2001 has turned into a future of hope and happiness. I could not have been happier when our daughter was wearing a sombrero and eating a sopapilla at Don Pablo’s to celebrate her 7th birthday this past Friday.

Barry O should really choose his words more carefully. This is another reason why I will not vote for this disingenuous SOB.

Dr.Cwac.Cwac on March 30, 2008 at 4:50 PM

March 30, 2008 , 7:57PM Posted by | Abortion, Abstinence, Barack Obama, Liberalism | Comments Off on Denounce the Irresponsibility and then Pass Laws to Encourage It

How the Left “Supports the Troops”

While the Left goes out of its way to deny high schoolers the privilege of listening to the heroes from Vets for Freedom, I believe many high schools in California actually encourage their students to skip school to attend war protests and the illegal immigration rallies. If you read the links and watched and listened to the videos in my Vets for Freedom post, contrast that with what the Left considers “heroes” and “patriotic”: Iraq War Fifth Anniversary Protest, San Francisco, March 19, 2008 — Eccentric Is the New Normal

[Via LGF]

Zombie’s report on the strangeness in San Francisco last March 19 is now online, and it’s mammoth, with page after page of photos and video.

Also, if you want to be even more disgusted with the Left, check out Huffington Post, one of the more popular Leftist websites on the web and their “tribute” to the United States military: HuffPo Dances on Soldiers’ Graves

March 26, 2008 , 12:21PM Posted by | Anti-War Groups, Bush Derangement Syndrome, Cindy Sheehan, CODE PINK, Dhimmitude, Leftist Groups, Liberalism, The Long War, Treason | Comments Off on How the Left “Supports the Troops”

Vets for Freedom – The Heros the Left Does Not Want You to See (VIDEOS)

If you don’t know about Vets for Freedom by now, be sure to check out their website:

Below, find links to reports from milbloggers and video of the speeches.Vets for Freedom: Report from the Minnesota front

The National Heroes Tour Comes to Minnesota

The Show Too Dangerous for High SchoolersThe Left Has No Heroes

Vets for Freedom: John Kline Address

Vets for Freedom: Pete Hegseth

Vets for Freedom: David Bellavia

As I promised, I saved this clip for last. David Bellavia is best known for his book House to House, which is his personal account of the war in Anbar. I could not include Pete Hegseth’s introduction of Bellavia, but [] Bellavia contributed much, much more than just a memoir to the war effort. The Army awarded him the Bronze Star and Silver Star, and Hegseth warned us that these were just temporary; he’s under consideration for the Medal of Honor for his bravery, which would make him the first living MoH recipient from this war. He went into a house alone where at least six insurgents had his unit pinned down, and the only one to come out alive was Bellavia.

Bellavia continues his efforts to defeat the enemy in Iraq with a stirring presentation, one that at turns was funny, heartwrenching, inspirational, and defiant.

March 26, 2008 , 11:49AM Posted by | Anti-War Groups, David Bellavia, John Kline, Liberalism, National Heroes Tour, Operation Enduring Freedom, Operation Iraqi Freedom, Pete Hegseth, Vets for Freedom | Comments Off on Vets for Freedom – The Heros the Left Does Not Want You to See (VIDEOS)

The Nation’s Youngest Soldier

Small soldier gets his wish

FORT HOOD – Five-year-old Gaven Cox was given one wish to do anything he wanted.

Instead of asking to go to Sea World or to meet Cowboys quarterback Tony Romo, Gaven modestly asked for some McDonald’s food. The child’s parents laughed and told him to make another choice.

“He told us he wanted to be an Army soldier,” said Melissa Heminger, Gaven’s mom. “I was a little bit surprised that he asked for McDonald’s, but in reality, he wanted to be a soldier since he was 3.”

Gaven, who is diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia, was granted one wish by the Make-A-Wish-Foundation.

Heminger said Gaven’s stepfather was a former soldier and his Army medals fascinated Gaven.

While the Army has age restrictions on how old a person must be to enlist, it decided to make an exception.

Gaven, the nation’s youngest soldier, is from Crandall and was “sworn in” there. Crandall is 27 miles southeast of Dallas.

The 5-year-old and his family arrived at Fort Hood early Thursday morning and were greeted by more than a dozen soldiers. He was wearing a miniature-sized combat uniform. In a few minutes, he was given a Kevlar helmet and dog tags and was promoted from specialist to sergeant.

After his promotion, young Sgt. Cox gave a proper Army salute and was given a mission.

“All right, Sgt. Cox, your mission is to go through that gate, ride a horse and kill five enemies,” said Sgt. Christopher Gaines. “Are you ready?”

His 8-year-old sister Jade shouted, “Let’s get them!”

After defeating the “enemy” on horseback, the country’s youngest soldier got to do what most never get to do: Gaven flew a Longbow helicopter.

Well, sort of.

He was granted access to enter a trailer-sized home that was made for training helicopter pilots.

After being seated in the middle of five large rectangular screens, Gaven put on his helmet, equipped with a radio and a microphone.

Eric Fremming, a retired Army aviator who now teaches soldiers how to fly via simulation, began telling Gaven’s father what was going on.

“Right now, we got (Gaven) flying in Iraq,” Fremming said, while pointing to a 12-inch monitor. “When (Gaven) sees some bad guys, he can start shooting.”

After a few seconds, Fremming points to the screen again.

“Oh, wait. Yup, he’s engaged the enemy,” Fremming said.

The simulated machine gun noise overpowered the training area.

“He’s the youngest soldier I’ve ever trained,” Fremming said. “This is just like flying a $40 million Longbow.”

Yet the simulation was just a taste of what was to come as Gaven got perhaps the best gift the Army could give him: an actual ride in a Black Hawk helicopter.

Yet even with all the fun, Gaven became overwhelmed with activity and collapsed to his knees after finishing an activity. Within seconds, a soldier identified only as Pvt. Isaac picked him up and put him on his shoulders.

“You all right?” Pvt. Isaac asked.

Sgt. Cox nodded.

“Good,” Pvt. Isaac said. “You’re a soldier now.”

Gaven’s disease is a cancer of the white blood cells, which are the cells in the body that fight infections. With ALL, immature white blood cells are overproduced in the bone marrow. This causes damage and death to other cells by overcrowding the other white blood cells and ultimately spreads to other organs.

However, there is an 85 percent success rate of curing the disease in children, according to the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society’s Web site.

“He’s been going through some very aggressive therapy,” Heminger said. “But he’s been very strong – I’m having fun, and I think (Gaven) is having fun – it’s nice to forget that he’s sick for a day.”

March 26, 2008 , 11:30AM Posted by | Make A Wish Foundation, US Army, US Military | Comments Off on The Nation’s Youngest Soldier

NASCAR Driver Ricky Craven Visits Troops

Great story found on Yahoo Sports: A war story

Until this past month, I thought I had seen or done just about everything. Then I went on a 10-day military tour through Afghanistan and Qatar, and all that changed.

For me, the trip was everything. It was difficult, enjoyable, challenging, insightful and somber.

The trip began Feb. 26 with an 11 hour, 37 minute flight to Doha, Qatar. Joining me were fellow NASCAR drivers Randy Lajoie and Jeff Fuller, as well as drag racer Hillary Will. The four of us were part of a goodwill mission organized by Pro Sports MVP.

Qatar is a tiny nation bordering Saudi Arabia. To me, it resembled Arizona and Nevada. But with the Persian Gulf only two miles away, it had the salty-air smell of Daytona Beach.

It was here where I received my first exposure to a U.S military base – Camp As Sayliyah. Nicknamed “Club Med” for its “plush” accommodations, it doubles as an R&R camp for the troops.

For them, a typical break lasts four days. They try to relax by playing pool, bowling or eating at one of the many restaurants. Morale here is good.

Before I go any further, I should point out that prior to the trip, the only perspective I had regarding the war was what I’d seen on television and what I’d read. The media coverage of Afghanistan did little to prepare me for the trip. In fact, seeing it with my own eyes gave me a new appreciation for the mission of our troops.

[ … ]

It turned out the pilots are NASCAR fans. One of them was even sporting a Dale Earnhardt Jr. hat, and they had christened their airplane “Shake & Bake” after the characters in the movie “Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby.”

[ … ]

The next morning we had breakfast with two sergeants – Batista and Queen. It was an inspiring conversation. The two men gave their perspectives on why it is important for them to be supported in this war. Both displayed terrific attitudes and carried leadership qualities into each and every hour of every day.

[ … ]

I understood the reason for this contrast better as I received an education on their role in the Afghanistan war. The Special Forces are an elite unit of the Army with specific tasks, often covert and classified. Based on the videos we watched, they are exposed to some very intense action requiring advanced military skills and training.

Day 6 took us to F.O.B. Salerno.

Although this base appeared no different than the others we had seen, it was at Salerno that the trip changed for all of us.

Each camp had brought us closer to the Pakistani border, and Salerno is the last outpost. The day before our arrival, Afghanistan posed little threat to us. But this is a hot spot, a known refuge for the Taliban and al-Qaida.

That afternoon, while touring the helicopter maintenance hangar, we received a Level Two Alert, which we quickly learned meant the donning of flak jackets and helmets and the seeking the shelter of a bunker.

Medivacs filled the sky, repeatedly shuttling in casualties. The nearly empty hospital we visited two hours earlier soon became filled with activity. It was an intense time and the only moment on the trip when I realized where I truly was: in a war zone.

I asked a sergeant stationed at the camp, who had informed us they had recently received enemy fire, where this was on the scale. He replied that it was as intense as he had ever seen.

A few hours later, the alert was lifted and we walked from our barracks with Sgt. Bradley Schmidt to a simulated training center on the other side of the base. We were under full blackout conditions, where no light of any kind was being used. It was an uncomfortable part of the trip, but I thought at the time it would be selfish of me to have any complaints, considering I’d only be in the camp for 24 hours while the soldiers would be here for months.

Our return to Bagram was a somber one as we toured the hospital there, visiting with injured soldiers, some a result of the previous night’s action. It wasn’t the first hospital we visited on our trip, but it was the first time I witnessed the results of the war firsthand.

I thought how difficult it must be for these young men and women to not only endure serious injuries, but to not have family with them during such difficult times. Several doctors we met had left behind successful practices, not for money or prestige, but in order to serve their country and feel that they had made a difference.

Later that night we were to have a gathering to sign autographs and answer questions. But before we did, we joined the entire camp for a fallen comrade ceremony recognizing two soldiers who had died. The street was lined with enlisted men and women. As the vehicles passed with the bodies inside, each soldier saluted the fallen heroes. It was like nothing else we had experienced on the trip and only further cemented the realty of where we were and the risks associated with being there.

The next morning we traveled back to Qatar and then back home to the United States. I had plenty of time on the flight home to reflect on how this incredible trip had impacted me. I brought back a new perspective of our military, the dedication of our soldiers serving in Afghanistan and what we, as Americans, can do to support them.

I saw only a small portion of it, but the might of the United States armed forces is amazing. There is an astounding number of aircraft and armored vehicles. The amount of shipping and distribution of necessary food and supplies is beyond imagination. I had never before considered what a comprehensive operation this war is and how many people are involved.

The attitude and moral of those serving in Afghanistan was remarkably higher than I expected. Most soldiers I met made it clear how much they missed their home and their families. They’ve sacrificed time from their families, personal comfort and have exposed themselves to risk and hardship, all in an effort to preserve what we, so often, take for granted: freedom and safety.

I must admit, I supported the invasion of Afghanistan following the Sept. 11 attacks on our country. For months, patriotism was a visible ideal in America. I hung the American flag, as did nearly all of my neighbors in the weeks following the cowardly actions of the terrorists. Since then, the flags have slowly disappeared, including my own, and the vocal support here at home has diminished.

Today, I have a new appreciation for our soldiers’ efforts. I appreciate more than ever before what the men and women serving in Afghanistan over the past five years have done for all of us. I witnessed firsthand their commitment to “Operation Enduring Freedom,” and I respect that.

Never again will I take them for granted, and from now on you will always see the American flag waving proudly outside the Craven home.

March 23, 2008 , 7:25PM Posted by | NASCAR, Operation Enduring Freedom, Operation Iraqi Freedom, The Long War, US Military | Comments Off on NASCAR Driver Ricky Craven Visits Troops