By Robert Morrison
Peggy Noonan caused a stir with her column in TheWall Street Journal last June. With the BP oil spill continuing to gush into the Gulf of Mexico, this former Reagan speechwriter asked if Americans weren’t beginning to see our new president as “snakebit.” She pointed out that Americans want a leader on whom fortune shines. The country gets antsy, she wrote, when people have the feeling that the president is unfortunate.
Christians have learned not to put stock in superstition. Rabbits’ feet can safely stay where the Lord put them, as far as we are concerned. We don’t say “Luck o’ the Irish to ye,” not because we are afraid to tempt the Evil Eye, but because we don’t think belief in luck should replace reliance on God’s providence.
Now, with the economic numbers for this administration looking worse and worse, with talk of a double-dip recession in the air, and with foreign threats looming, it would be tempting to agree with Peggy Noonan that the candidate she supported in 2008 has been “snakebit.”
But she’s wrong. It’s not that President Obama has lost some indefinable mojo. He crafted his current situation with care and deliberation. He did not step out gingerly, like a man walking on thin ice. He strode boldly forth with assurance, even with zeal.
He inaugurated his new administration with the strongest push for abortion of any president in history. Why not? The public adored him. The media worshipped him.
Congress was strongly pro-abortion. So were the courts. And his real base, academia, is even more pro-abortion than the abortionists are.
That last statement may need some corroboration. How could it be that the faculty lounges are more committed to what they euphemistically call “a woman’s right to choose” than those who actually do abortions? It’s simple. The faculties don’t see it. They don’t feel it. They don’t have to engage their own faculties in it.
First Things journal is that great rarity—an intellectual journal that is passionately pro-life. Last January, editor Joseph Bottum offered this gripping story:
An abortionist in the Midwest was herself eighteen weeks pregnant as she did an abortion on a woman who was at the same stage of pregnancy. “I felt a kick—a fluttery ‘thump, thump’ in my own uterus. It was one of the first times I felt fetal movement. There was a leg and a foot in my forceps, and a ‘thump, thump’ in my abdomen. Instantly, tears were streaming from my eyes—without me—without my conscious brain—even being aware of what was going on. I felt as if my response had come entirely from my body, bypassing my usual cognitive processing completely. A message seemed to travel from my hand to my uterus to my tear ducts. It was an overwhelming feeling—a brutally visceral response—heartfelt and unmediated by my training or my feminist pro-choice politics.”
Horrifyingly, for this woman, unlike Abby Johnson [whom Bottum tells us repented of her Planned Parenthood activities], that was not the end of it. Her illusion was gone, but she continued to perform abortions. “Doing second trimester abortions did not get easier after my pregnancy,” she said. “In fact, dealing with little infant parts of my born baby only made dealing with dismembered fetal parts sadder.”
That weeping abortionist in the Midwest is Barack Obama’s core constituent. She backed him then. She may back him again. Before he stood like a Greek god before those classic Delphic columns in Denver to celebrate his nomination, he had to go to Planned Parenthood and pledge his fealty to their lethal agenda. It may be that Planned Parenthood’s engines of death are the only ones vrooming from all billions he shoveled out in his stimulus bill.
The president’s dizzying slide in the polls, his loss of esteem among the American people, even the avoidance and fear among his own political cohorts, all of these things were tragically predictable.
One candidate in Florida said it simply and well: “God is real.” We know that He placed the knowledge of good and evil in our hearts. He is the one who sends that “thump, thump” message to that errant physician who heals no one as she slaughters the innocent.
Barack Obama may have felt that God was on his side as he rode in triumph to his inauguration. But Lincoln, whom Obama professes to admire, was humbler: I hope to be on God’s side, he said.