Mothers Kill Children

It touches my heart to see America's youth calming debating the finer points of politics (see picture in this article).

Actually it reminds me of almost every conversation (argument?) with angry Lefties I have had at Harvard. Why are they so angry? (I know the answer, but it's always funny to see someone write in angrily denouncing my description of them as angry.)

Oh, and look at the homemade sign behind the Democratic Strategist: War Kills Children.

Sigh.

Is that all there is to war? Do we base national security decisions on the fact that a child might die? Why special attention to children, anyway?

Here I recall a particular article that Florence King wrote in the National Review ridiculing the use of children as evidence for or against any issue. If you don't like something, just say that some kid will choke on it, fall on it, fall off of it, trip over it, slip on it, get blinded, burned, or scared by it.

Like her, I am rather disturbed by the tone of awe and reverence (faked, in my opinion) that commentators take when describing that "last year, more than two hundred children died when they crapped themselves to death. It is time to put a stop to this tragic, preventable loss. We should provide all Americans with an automatic poop sucking machine to relieve our muscles of such dangerous work."

I appreciate her misanthropic eye.

War kills children. So does water.

Not Swept Away by Political Confluence (washingtonpost.com)