Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Stupidity sent to Georgetown

Not that we needed any more examples, but Sandra Fluke exemplifies the insipidity and infantilism of the Left in general. 

To begin with, Ms. Fluke is active in an organization known as Law Students for Reproductive Justice.  Her hearers accept this without flinching.  Why?

The Left loves terms like “social justice,” “economic justice,” “environmental justice,” and now “reproductive justice.”  We point out that there is either justice or there isn’t.  Any adjective placed in front of the word perverts its meaning, and such a modification is in effect pulling down a corner of  Lady Justice’s blindfold or placing one of Mrs. Pelosi's paws on her scales.

Notwithstanding (or due to) the fact that Fluke is a third-year student at Georgetown Law, we are not surprised that she does not grasp this basic legal concept.  Her bio states that her JD is “expected” in 2012.  She expects too much, but will receive it nonetheless.

Hers is no great mind.  Her breathless acceptance of such perversions of the term “justice” is no different than what would be accepted by a first-year undeclared college major, or a seventh-grader in the throes of menarche who soon becomes a Birkenstock-shod 16-year-old who loudly denounces the materialism and suburban sensibilities of her parents.

Fluke then enters that nightmarish terrain that Liberals are so comfortable with, the Land of the Naked Anecdote:  “When I look around my campus, I see the faces of the women affected by this lack of contraceptive coverage.” 

Yes, you've seen them - those gals wandering around with that thousand-yard stare, wailing inconsolably beati qui lugent, all for want of contraceptive coverage in their student health plans:  They are “suffering emotional burdens… [with] critical health care needs… embarrassed and just powerless… [experiencing] very dire consequences...”  Not just dire, mind you - very dire.

“These denials of contraceptive coverage impact real people,”  such as Fluke’s “friend” who suffers from polycystic ovarian syndrome, the tale of whom was not nearly as funny as Louise’s Slaughter’s story about the poor woman who “had to wear her dead sister’s teeth.”  But that was due only to Sandra's lack of detail about her friend's acne condition and whether or not her friend experiences the very dire consequence of requiring a regular back-waxing appointment, which we surmise is certainly not covered by insurance.  Of course there was the obligatory begging-of-the question phrase referencing “the new regulation that will meet the critical health care needs of so many women.”

Fluke said she was there to “share their voices” – quite nice of her, but it is likely that none of these zombie-like creatures were even aware they were facing “dire consequences” until Fluke came along with promises of reproductive redemption.  We suppose it was Mrs. Pelosi and her airborne simians who plucked Ms. Fluke off of her assigned cornice and thrust her aloft to her present heights of renown, to show the way for her still-unregenerate sisters.

We say none of this to (further) denigrate Ms. Fluke.  Her denigration has already come at the hands of Left. She is being used, put forward as a “bright, articulate, and courageous young woman,” and will be promptly dispatched ala Cindy Sheehan and Gabby Giffords et al.  So far, Giffords has been the only one we know of who had the good sense to bail. 

Above all, Fluke is serious, and seriously devoted to this serious issue.  She appeals to other serious-minded types, most commonly found among the audiences of Jon Stewart, Bill Maher, and Rachel Maddow.  There is neither time nor place for the decidedly unserious Rush Limbaughs of the world.  

Alas, this seriousness is an ugly changeling for actual intellect. As one wag has noted: “Seriousness is stupidity sent to college.”

--Jack Blair, guest editor