As a followup to an earlier post, I'm amused by the first two comments here discussing the recent story regarding the possibility of "active euthanasia" for disabled babies.
I'm against late-term abortion, but I'd certainly think long and hard about aborting a 6 month old fetus with Down's Syndrome, if you want the honest truth.
An 8 month old fetus with Down's Syndrome I'd probably want to give up for adoption.
Doesn't mean I have anything against people with Down's, I just don't have what it takes to provide and care for such a person, I'm afraid.
In other words, Jason admits he would be incapable of terminating an 8-month-old fetus with Down's Syndrome but, hey, he'd be delighted to give it up for adoption so that it would be someone else's problem. My, that's big of him.
But that doesn't begin to compare with the hypocritical wankery of blog author Joanne, who gushes sanctimonously:
Jason, that's a very honest answer. I wish more people thought like you, and realized their limits for such challenges, and would give someone else the opportunity to adopt.
Why, yes, it's a darned shame there aren't more people like Jason who are happy to dump their disabled children on someone else 'cuz those kids would, you know, seriously cramp his style and everything.
Notice how Joanne has nothing but praise for someone who's prepared to unload their disabled kid, but what about the folks prepared to adopt those same kids? Apparently, in Joanne's world, once you've carried those damaged goods to term, you've done your job and can rest easy knowing that it's now someone else's burden. And by now, I'm sure you see a pattern here, don't you?
The Right's poster child for hypocritical compassion, Terri Schiavo, was in a persistent vegetative state for well over 10 years, but it was only toward the end of her life that it became stylish to become terribly, terribly concerned. Sadly, that concern didn't involve actually, you know, getting involved to the extent of, say, volunteering to help care for Schiavo physically. Rather, the compassion typically extended as far as getting gussied up in your Sunday best and standing with a poster across the street from her hospital, hoping to get some air time when the camera crews came by.
And when Schiavo finally died, I'm sure you all noticed how all that compassion, rather than being redirected to the tens of thousands of other people in similar situations in the U.S., just kind of petered out. Heaven forbid that any of those sanctimonious, moralizing windbags actually volunteered to work at a hospice for the terminally ill or anything. I mean, ewwwwwwwww. Those places are full of, well, sick people.
And here we go again -- killing disabled babies? How awful! Surely there are other people who would be willing to adopt. Yes, these people are just bottomless pits of compassion, aren't they? As long as they don't have to get their hands dirty.