Tom Crowe posted an excerpt from Melissa Clouthier, who has a child born prematurely with autism, on CatholicVote.org. In the combox, he directed at the first respondent a question that sent a chill down my spine: "One of the concerns, ... since I have read a number of your comments I'm sure you've read about this, is the response if geneticists think they've identified a 'gay gene.' ... How many more babies will be aborted because they are 'pre-disposed' to have same-sex inclinations?"
Aborting your kid because he may grow up to be gay. Yikes. That may be the correct approach if you're a serious disciple of Darwinism and eugenics — after all, no point raising a child who won't pass on your genes — but from the real Christian standpoint, that's wrong on so many levels.
I have a nephew with autism, too. If you don't live with Colin, you might never notice; he's a quiet, attractive kid with his mother's smile and a sly sense of humor. He's a great kid, and my sister and brother-in-law are fiercely proud of him. (And speaking of nefoos, my oldest, David, was accepted at George Mason! So okay, it's not Nebraska or Creighton, but it's a darn good school!)
Frank Weathers at YIMCatholic sent me an invitation through FB to post-rapture looting on Saturday. I got a good giggle out of that ... and then invited the Crescat ... who's having a yard sale this Sunday. This apocalypse is a gift that keeps giving.
I tried to work up an analysis of the reactions to the USCCB study, but my heart wasn't in it. Tomorrow it'll be forgotten; the modern MSM reminds me of the dog in Up — "Squirrel!" Just too easily distracted by the Next Big Thing ... "Ooh, shiny!"
Speaking of the Next Big Thing — why is Pippa Middleton (left) all over the glossy mags? Do we not have enough people who are famous for no particular reason other than they happened to step into the cacarazzi's camera lenses at the right time?
So okay, I'll let you in on a secret: I really was rooting for Ralph and Karina. But even I could tell that this last Monday wasn't good enough to get them into the finals, and I could be the guy Phil Collins, Tony Kaye and Mike Rutherford wrote "I Can't Dance" about!
Speaking of which:
If you're one of those people who has the discipline to avoid the Internet on your weekend, do enjoy! I'll probably have some weekend chores, but I should be able to get a couple things out regardless.
Update — later the same day
This blog has passed the 10,000 hits mark as of today! Woo-hoo!