The amount of ink that has been and will no doubt continue to be spilled decrying or celebrating the recent U.S. Supreme Court opinion striking down Roe v. Wade is probably unfathomable. But I’m not actually sure it matters. What, after all, is the point of analyzing the inevitable? The march toward undoing Roe was decades-long and took place in bright sunlight. This was no hush-hush effort. It was shouted from church pulpits, from legislative floors, from everywhere that people who believe chaining themselves inside the uterus of another sentient being makes perfect, moral sense. Of course it doesn’t. But never mind. You cannot convince people who are fine forcing rape and incest victims to carry a baby to term, or who would sacrifice the life of a mother to force the birth of a baby, that what they believe is cruel and inhumane. It’s like trying to convince them that gravity is real.
I feel for women who will be trapped, poor women without resources, mostly. But I laugh at companies that have declared, for instance, that they will pay to allow their workers to access abortions in other states. These “enlightened” corporations will happily plant their flags in places like Texas to save on taxes, but will pretend that they are taking a stand by paying car or plane fare for desperate employees. An actual act of protest would be: move your damn company to a state that isn’t literally policing a woman’s uterus, and pay to relocate every single employee who wants to go with you. Oh, and if you’re a public company, tell your shareholders to f…k off, because some things are actually more important than money. But never mind, in America, money is king, and making it trumps every other value. Just ask the grifter-in-chief, whose name aligns so elegantly with that truism.
Anyhow, now that the war on women has entered its raging phase, we are left, apparently, to do several stupid things: the first of course is to donate to Democrats, who’ve so mismanaged and underestimated the enemy–yes, enemy–that it’d be more productive to flush those wanted funds down a toilet. Next we’re prevailed upon to give gobs of money to Planned Parenthood (because that’ll make the underground railroad operators feel better about having places to go with terrified women), or hope that the staggering number of folks who sit on their asses and routinely don’t vote, actually get off their asses and do vote this time. But this being America, actual rights will likely matter less than the price of gas, which Republicans will promise to magically lower. Desperate rape victims vs. $5.00 gallon of gas. No contest, I’m guessing. Hoping otherwise, but not expecting much.
I do have one suggestion though, and it’s one I wish someone in the Senate with a brain, a soul, and just a touch of outraged courage would try on for size. Since Republicans at every level of government–but especially in the Senate–are hostage-taking terrorists, how about we just wave the white flag of absolute surrender. Instead of pleading with them to be humane, to value human dignity, the autonomy of a woman’s body, and the freedom to live without fear of homicidal violence driven by pornographic levels of gun ownership and use, let’s flip the script. Instead of pleading for restraint and limits, let’s demand that we go all in. If the Supreme Court is going to tell New York State that it cannot demand that people show cause for why they should be allowed to carry a concealed gun, let’s instead make the playing field truly level. Let’s demand that everyone at every workplace be required to show up armed. And let’s start with the Congress of the United States and the Supreme Court. Let’s require that every single employee–from Senator and Chief Justice down to janitor and cafeteria worker–come to work each day with a loaded gun. Concealed, of course. If public safety is of so little concern to the black robed six, let them live by the laws they decree. Let’s just take the originalism that surely allows such unfettered gun ownership, marry it to the NRA motto we’ve been choking on for decades–that the only thing that stops a bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun–and live it. Let’s make sure that every person who walks into a courthouse, a hospital, a bar, a library, or even a police station is locked and loaded. I can hear the swoons of joy from Republicans all across the land. Because I know in my bones that the same folks who are courageous enough to demand that a traumatized rape victim, a child forced to have intercourse with her “loving” father, or a woman likely to die if she’s forced to give birth must still see a pregnancy to term, are surely courageous enough to feel totally at ease knowing that everyone around them is as able to be that good guy with a gun as they are. Fair’s fair, isn’t it? And isn’t that bedrock fairness what makes America the envy of the “free” world?