Yesterday, we learned that federal funding for Planned Parenthood had increased by 50% since Obama took office, thereby escalating the war on black babies in a surge even David Petraeus would admire (abortion being a greater killer of black people than all other causes combined—and it ain’t even close).
Mark Steyn reminds us that The Nation’s First Black President (TFNBP) also won 55% of the women’s vote in 2012—with similar disastrous results:
[I]n India, China and many immigrant communities in the west, a “woman’s right to choose” is, in practice, the right to choose not to have any women:
By midcentury, when today’s millions of surplus boys will be entering middle age, India and China are expected to account for a combined 50 percent of global GDP. On present trends, they will be the most male-heavy societies that have ever existed. As I wrote in my book America Alone, unless China’s planning on becoming the first gay superpower since Sparta, what’s going to happen to all those excess men? As a general rule, large numbers of excitable lads who can’t get any action are not a recipe for societal stability. Unless the Japanese have invented amazingly lifelike sex robots by then (think Austin Powers’s “fembots”), we’re likely to be in a planet-wide rape epidemic and a world of globalized industrial-scale sex slavery.
But why take it from a fringe kook alarmist like me? Half a decade later, the respectable types at Time magazine are now on the case:
Growing evidence suggests that in countries like India and China, where the ratio of men to women is unnaturally high due to the selective abortion of female fetuses and neglect of girl children, the rates of violence towards women increase. “The sex ratio imbalance directly leads to more sex trafficking and bride buying,” says Mara Hvistendahl, author of Unnatural Selection: Choosing Boys Over Girls, and the Consequences of a World Full of Men. A scarce resource is generally considered precious, but the lack of women also leaves many young men without marriage partners. In 2011, the number of cases of women raped rose by 9.2 percent; kidnapping and abductions of women were up 19.4 percent. “At this point, we’re talking correlation, not causation. More studies need to be done….[But] it is clear from historical cases and from studies looking at testosterone levels that a large proportion of unmarried men in the population is not a good thing,” says Hvistendahl.
Hear that, honeys? You’re a “scarce resource”. Doesn’t that make you feel sexy? Maybe that’s how Leonardo DiCaprio picks up all the hot chicks. He sidles up to them and whispers in their ear, “Girl, you’re like bauxite!” He may go on in that “vein” (something to do with drilling and shafts), but a gentleman declines to reprint such double entendrey.
Of course, here in America, land of the free choice, we don’t abort the unborn merely because they’re unborn women. (Not most of us, anyway.) We have more sophisticated reasons, like we just can’t be bothered.
And eugenics and race, of course.
Many black people voted for Obama because he’s black (they said so themselves). Many women voted for Obama for the sole reason that he was a dogged defender of abortion rights (they, too, said so themselves). I would ask them how they feel about their beloved president supporting without reservation a medical procedure that annihilates their kind in genocidal numbers, but I’ve had a medical procedure myself—that lobotomy I’ve been talking about. I can’t form a coherent thought anymore (as if I ever could), but I’m blissfully happy.
If it ever bothered me that Planned Parenthood, which received well over half a billion dollars in federal tax dollars, was founded by someone who worked to “assist the race toward the elimination of the unfit”, believed light-skinned people superior to dark-skinned (though I can’t find an ultimate source for that), and who addressed a Klan rally…
… it doesn’t anymore. (Though I do wonder why we just don’t give at least some of the money to the Klan? Aren’t they working toward the same end?)
It took a Sunbeam mixer, set on high, applied to my frontal lobes, to find peace—but I’ve found it. Now only if I could find my keys.