Leonard Anthony White began living on February 13, 1944 and had over 57 years to make it count. He used that time to achieve an admirable balance that would make a good daily example for anyone fortunate enough to know its details. The pairing of practical ability and artistic devotion is a timeless goal that’s tough to achieve. But finding joy after working professionally in the city he found where he belonged was an earthly dream Leonard made true.
It takes a special kind of selfless personality to hold a job that requires eschewing luxury. Leonard was just the guy. He worked as a technician for Verizon’s Global Communications Division, spending 30 years in their employ. Helping maintain its long distance services control room led to him being stationed on the 110th floor of Two World Trade Center.
A windowless room that served as his workspace deprived him of what would have presumably been a tremendous view. But he had a job to do which would have precluded staring adoringly at his adopted hometown’s skyline. His contributions to functionality helped people connect without them ever knowing who he was. If you have ever been grateful for the ability to instantly phone a loved one or be in touch with a satellite office, thank people like Leonard.
Hard work is most rewarding in a city that’s personally agreeable. One doesn’t have to be born a New Yorker to become one. The man from Virginia resided in Brooklyn in a location decision that reflects an auspicious willingness to chart one’s own course.
The transplant found what he was looking for in the city, particularly in its endless cultural events. Details from Leonard’s life indicate he knew the nobleness of experiencing beauty created by humans. A collector of West African art, Leonard also loved attending Lincoln Center’s ballets and operas. He had himself been a dancer and availed himself of the opportunity to see the world’s best performers sing and pirouette just a subway or taxi ride away.
The desire to take advantage of Gotham’s endless opportunities for aesthetic endeavors is common among those who pursue life within its confines. There is boundless enthusiasm among those who become New Yorkers, as they bring an appreciation of the vibrant world to which they elected to join. They know where they want to finish regardless of where they started.
Anyone who likes the city enough to relocate there must overcome numerous challenges that begin with moving and continue through everyday life. After facing obstacles to a rewarding lifestyle, the boroughs’ newcomers don’t take the unparalleled vitality for granted.
Innate pioneers find themselves forging their own paths even if those close to them are comfortable near their birthplaces. Leonard was one of eight siblings. Seven of the progeny stayed in Richmond. But he was drawn to a city that attracts a certain type of vigorous personality. Leonard lived on his terms, including the discovery that he felt right in a place more than 300 miles from where he was born.
Despite setting off to find personal treasures elsewhere, he remained close to his family. The physical gap didn’t separate him emotionally from relatives who felt cozy in their native state. Paying college tuition for nephews and nieces was a kindly sign that he was supportive of relatives no matter where he was based.
He brings to mind a different White who made his name in New York City, namely the author E.B., who wrote in 1949 about “the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something… Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and continuity; but the settlers give it passion.” A Virginia native found much to love in a ceaselessly bustling city which he chose to dwell.
Leonard was one of 11 people with the surname White who was murdered during the September 11 atrocities. He lost his life at age 57 having thrived in the city he adored yet with so many future opportunities for joy and fulfillment taken away. We must remember to feel blessed that he achieved so much to emulate and use it to be inspired during our time here. With Leonard in mind, patronize an artist you enjoy in any medium today.
The White family has kept the departed’s memory alive. They visited the World Trade Center site in 2012, seeing where his name is preserved and his final resting place. His name will always be listed in the town he made his own.
Leonard allowed the world to communicate through his technical proficiency and embraced the arts that make life beautiful. By finding what sparked him, Leonard is an inspiration to not just New Yorkers or Americans but everyone. The quest to relish creativity in a place that brings contentment will always continue.
Yelena Belilovsky lived as an American by choice. She excelled in New York after being born in what is now Ukraine and what was then part of a nation repressed by a system renowned for provoking enervation. By always looking to better herself, she set the perfect example for dedicating life to personal progress.
Born in Kiev in 1963 to a Jewish doctor and engineer, Yelena was excellent student who was awarded the Gold Medal, the USSR’s top academic award. Working hard to learn became a recurring motif in her life.
But recognizing young scholars was one of the nation’s few indications of progress. Yelena also lived through the Soviet Union’s ceaseless obstacles. The system’s fundamental backwardness was embodied by a nuclear catastrophe that coincided with her personal joyous union: April 26, 1986 was the day when she celebrated her wedding with her husband Boris as Chernobyl melted 40 miles away. She didn’t let the specific disaster and general infirmity affect her application of aptitude, as she got a Masters in engineering the next year from National Technical University of Ukraine.
Still, her homeland proved stifling even while transitioning after falling apart. Yelena sought to escape remnants anti-Semitism and a lack of opportunity that continued to plague the new nation after the Soviet Union’s dissolution. Thankfully, there was America. Every relocation across borders presents challenges, but the cost of staying became prohibitive. She arrived in the US in 1993 and found she was an adroit partner with a nation that welcomes those motivated to prosper.
The new American began her professional life in the New York City region as a librarian at the Larchmont Public Library in Westchester County. But she was merely getting started. The same drive that led her to immigrate spurred her to continue ascending. For one, why settle for one diploma? Yelena earned another post-bachelor’s degree, this time a Master of Library Sciences from Pratt University in Brooklyn. Even more impressive was how she obtained it, namely while taking two buses in an effort to save money via a brutally long commute to and from the borough.
After again excelling at school, she once more turned what she had learned into further career success. Having moved on to a photo library where she introduced digital cataloging methods, Yelena was then hired at Fred Alger Management as a researcher before being promoted in 1999 to assistant vice president for information. She had next been planning to become a financial analyst for the company. Before that, she continued the theme of reinvention via changing what she was called, going by the name Helen at work as the Americanized equivalent in another sign she was adjusting well in her adopted home.
Yelena lived the sort of accomplishment-laden life that would seem too inspirational for a television show’s premise. America has always been welcoming to those who apply to be part of the dream, and someone who endured the limits put on life by the drearily brutal Soviet system definitely seemed to appreciate what she hadn’t had before. An immigrant who had at first struggled learning English ended up working for a prestigious firm above Manhattan while staying grounded with her husband and then-teenaged son, Eugene, in Mamaroneck a bit north of the big city.
Her final homeland provided chances that she gladly maximized. Given her adoration for the mutually beneficial relationship, she became such an evangelist for America that she persuaded her parents Leonid and Emma Tisnovsky and brother Ross to emigrate as she had. Yelena had also celebrated her son’s bar mitzvah in fall 2001; he is now a Cornell graduate.
Yelena was murdered at age 38 on September 11, 2001 after she went to work on the 93rd floor of One World Trade Center. The first plane used in the attack hit very close to her office at 8:46 a.m., 16 minutes after her workday’s start. She was one of 35 killed from a company with 39 employees, unimaginable devastation for a firm that had not long before moved from a small office on nearby Maiden Lane. She had just joined her company literally taking its place among the clouds.
Her final resting place is in Valhalla, New York’s Sharon Gardens Cemetery after her remains were recovered at the World Trade Center site. Also located in Westchester County, Yelena’s grave lies within a town named for the paradisiacal afterworld inhabited by slain heroes. Meanwhile, her continuous gift to those remaining behind is the inspiration she offers to anyone desiring to excel as a matter of applied personality.
Someone born in the Soviet Union who chose to be an American took every opportunity life presented and created her own as well. Yelena’s death will never affect how she moved ever upward.
Fracking only seems miraculous. But it’s no more an inexplicable instance of material joyousness than Rearden Steel was in that semi-fictional Ayn Rand novel. Clever drilling is not a divine occurrence but rather a gift to society developed by crafty humans who figured an ingenious way to obtain the energy underfoot. Pressurized specialists juice our lives with a bit of drilling, and they’re naturally condemned for it by people who assume the refrigerator light will always turn on.
It’s no coincidence that magic outlet believers think they’ll win by fighting for wasted potential. There’s nothing kinetic about their unprincipled opposition, as they’re heading forward by hitting the brakes.
Those who don’t get why we need to take all these risks to get rewards continually refuse to accept any disruption to Mother Gaia’s serenity, as we’ll finally be respecting the planet when we decide to go nowhere. Next, digging a hole in which to live will be deemed disrespectful to the planet. Just sleep on top. Lightly.
You didn’t want to work all day, did you? Even if you inexplicably sought toil, there’s no hope provided by people who think the best way to score touchdowns is to start by having six points. Backward liberals have still not learned despite brutally frequent examples that jobs aren’t created by the government: they’re the effect of human interaction and output.
Employment is created as a result of having something worthwhile to do. We don’t just enjoy the fruits provided by the energy acquisition jobs themselves, although those are nice. More importantly, they literally fuel everything else accomplished in civilization.
It should be tough to live with oneself after whining about buying oil from the Middle East while standing against maximizing our keg-tapping, but that doesn’t stop our sanctimonious resource theorists. But there’s sure to be tension relief once Assad asks for our help in drafting a Constitution.
And of course we can’t import relatively clean oil from our honorably clean hoser buddies in Canada, so they will instead just ship it across an ocean to the utterly upstanding Chinese. A third tube to run alongside the maple syrup and Labatt ones would stimulate both America and its attic, but why would we seek to turn neighbors into friends?
Next, electricity fairies will insist we can only search for electricity generated on America’s skin. Wait for windmills to spin or clouds to dissipate, and learn to appreciate the quiet darkness until then.
The kooky theory is settled. Purportedly pro-science liberals shriek about costs like flammable tap water and fracking-caused earthquakes, which are nasty crackpot theories along the lines of thinking jet fuel can’t melt steel. We can’t refer to the conspirers as frackers because that term is reserved for actual useful people recovering natural resources.
Some would rather burn a winning lottery ticket for warmth. Take New York State, which is particularly dedicated to discarding luck. Governor Andrew Cuomo has taken time from restricting gun rights, redefining marriage, and making abortions easier to obtain than cold pills to not let people access the gold mine equivalent underfoot.
It’s not like the de facto former Empire State needs jobs or anything, as Upstate New York is at least three or four years from looking like it was annexed by Detroit. Real jobs which actually trickle down instead of subtracting from the economy are too reminiscent of evil flowing oil.
Pristine land fetishists refuse to see how the superb benefits outweigh the disruption. The unwillingness to accept Thomas Sowell’s sobering yet overwhelmingly wise advice that there are only tradeoffs and not solutions leads to shirking anything that requires weighing choices.
Fantasyland residents only see the risks because they assume there’s a magical pathway cloaked by corporations that would permit euphoria without consequences. To them, there’s nothing worth doing if the activity in question presents even manageable challenges. What could keep the light switch from working?
Why can’t we just have joyous results without any of that messy acquisition? Regulations that function as punishment for error and not an inhibition on efficiency aren’t stringent enough for those who expect the breeze to keep their cushy lives fully juiced. Neo-retro-Luddites presumably want more outages so they don’t look like full-time hypocrites for reaping society’s benefits while moaning about them.
It should go without saying, but we must apparently announce the need to bring the power source to the surface if we want things like modernity. All this amazing drilling prompts progressives to tweet condemnations of excessive power usage from fully-charged iPads.
The ability to retrieve everything that enables our amazing life is right there. Or maybe we could keep hoping the world’s sand trap turns serene enough to keep buying liquid tinder from particularly zealous psychopaths. Refusing to make use of the fuel at hand is exactly what bullying oil sultans want.
Cross-posted at http://conservativecommune.com.
Maintaining the sparklers ban would reaffirm New York’s status as the nation’s wussiest state. It’s typical that a jurisdiction with a notoriously high percentage of Schumer-hugging pinkos would not be interested in sufficiently celebrating freedom. Real patriots seek to commemorate America’s birthday by creating craters in it. Texas would give us a wedgie.
Forget Roman candles and ladyfingers: Empire State residents still can’t legally light the most effeminate form of fireworks imaginable. Buy ash snakes now before they’re illicit, too. Two control freaks argue about just how little fun you should be able to have within a bailiwick of a country that was once dedicated to establishing your own level of acceptable risk and living however the hell you please:
New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg is pressuring Gov. Andrew Cuomo to put a stop to a state lawmaker’s move to legalize the sale of sparklers outside city limits.
One could say they bring up legitimate concerns that something innocent could be used in for nefarious purposes. Or one could more accurately say that they should give us a damn break. It’s egregious to use terrorism as an excuse to control people who want to have the mildest form of summer fun conceivable. But terrorists could ruin our amusing sparkly time, which is why we must also eliminate flint stockpiles:
Terrorists could use the sparklers — one of the few Fourth of July fireworks products that are believed safe for use by children — to ignite a bomb, City Hall officials suggested, The New York Post reported.
Terrorists are ready to attack us; they are just waiting for sparklers to be legalized. The state might end the full restriction on an ignited stick that a supervised kindergartener can hold, and Benito Bloomberg thinks that’s too much liberty:
Lawmakers passed a bill last week that would allow sparklers to be sold in certain areas of the state, excluding the five boroughs within the Big Apple under Mr. Bloomberg’s jurisdiction where they’re already banned, The Post reported. But Mr. Bloomberg isn’t happy with the bill and wants Mr. Cuomo to veto it.
“While this bill excludes New York City, legalizing these devices everywhere else in the state would, as a practical matter, have the same effect in the five boroughs,” said the mayor’s state legislative director, Joseph Garba, in The Post. “A recent attempt to harm innocent lives provides a frightening example of how legally purchased … fireworks can cause dramatic harm and even kill.”
Count on a Bloomberg flunky to be not at all shamelessly histrionic. Idiots can harm themselves, so nobody can have a blast. The joyless totalitarian uses the same excuse he does for demanding more gun control, namely that outsiders use dangerous implements from places with laxer laws. As to why same more salvo-tolerant states don’t have massive problems with the smallest-scale explosives being used in planned attacks, shut up.
Puritan progressives think legal fireworks and not the evil-minded are our scourge. But they should hate that notorious health care critic who turned to a career as a bomber because he was upset at the law or something:
He referred to the failed 2010 bombing attempt at Times Square, when Faisal Shahzad legally purchased an M-88 out of state and then tried to use it to ignite his bomb.
“Shahzad purchased fireworks at a Pennsylvania chain store, transported the fireworks to Connecticut and created a bomb-like device that he transported into New York City with the intent of killing and causing havoc in a busy tourist area,” Mr. Gerba said, The Post reported.
Or, he could have bought ingredients at a Duane Reade to make a bomb based on easily-available instructions. That’s unless there are no Anarchist Cookbook-type sites on the web. If there are, just shutter the internet.
In the meantime, human demons willing to murder as many innocents as possible are not going to be stopped by having some shopping list items banished from legal acquisition. Not to scare everyone, but our enemies can already acquire fireworks and would be able to do so even if they were illegal in every state. So, focus on stopping bad people, not their tools. Besides, you could still only buy puny diversions during two small sales windows:
The bill weaving through New York’s legislature would only legalize the sale of sparklers and toy caps, from June 1 to July 5 and from Dec. 26 to Jan. 2, The Post reported.
You can’t get fricking caps, either? The official state singing voice is castrato. But safety trumps all, which is why we must ban lighters on account of how they can ignite fuses. Next, we’ll outlaw pens, as they could be used to write instructions for terror attacks. Such an interdiction is as reasonable as rendering toy guns with the capability to generate a fun pop and smoke burst with a trigger pull lame.
It’s un-American to not be able to ignite things that provide a pleasing flash and bang. That’s different from something being un-New Yorkian, as the onerously prohibitory state will take away any physical item that could conceivably ever cause harm. But there’s nothing more dangerous than politicians taking away options with lame justifications about protecting your wretched hide.
Meanwhile, good luck finding a portion of New York State which on July 4 doesn’t resemble downtown Damascus. Whether I’ve been living in the suburbs or ultra-urban areas, I’ve spent every July 4th in this state ducking with ears covered. Legal fireworks could be monitored, but we instead must cope with a lawless imitation of conflict. Word of the prohibition apparently gets drowned out every year by a cacophony of bottle rockets.
If politicians think they’re serving as guardians by keeping every flame-shooting novelty down to sparklers banned, they’re as oppressive as they are incompetent. The opportunity to celebrate the Declaration of Independence by being rebellious doesn’t justify the comically irritating hassle.
Cross-posted at Conservative Commune.
College kids getting wound up is a huge problem. For them. Maybe, if attempting to cram too much backfires and affects GPAs. But popping pills to enable notes-reviewing sessions that last until people with jobs wake up is hardly the concern of the Senate. Textbooks might not mention that the federal government has more pressing matters to face, but only because it seems too obvious to say.
Pushy counselors think it’s their job to bring you down. The Mister Mackey of the Senate is always on call to run in front of a camera to express how concerned he is about rushing to ban whatever hyped trend his staff read about the day before. The well-rounded politician doesn’t want to spend all his time erasing our border. But he could use a different hobby. At least he may alienate new voters before they get hooked on the narcotics he peddles:
Senator Charles Schumer (D-NY) is asking New York colleges and universities to place tougher standards that would make it hard for students to abuse stimulants like Adderall.
Schumer during a Sunday afternoon press conference said between 15 and 35 percent of college students frequently use Adderall to stay up to study. He said students shouldn’t’ be able to get amphetamine-based drugs like Adderall without a legitimate diagnosis and prescription.
Don’t get wrapped up in the Adderall madness. Instead, take medical advice from a law school grad:
The senator said there are several side effects when used with a doctor’s supervision, including depression and anxiety.
“When used properly to treat a legitimately diagnosed attention disorder, drugs like Adderall and Ritalin can help students focus and learn, but all too often these cases are the minority on college campuses.
Chuck Nasty is so sure about how many college students abuse the drugs in question that he doesn’t even need statistics to back it up. That lack of research would get him about a C- on any undergraduate paper.
He does inadvertently bring up the serious issue of how many doctors diagnose kids as having a disorder when they’re merely energetic, artistic, or irreverent. The prospect of creating a generation of drones by drugging away human aspects is a serious issue unless we want art to disappear. Plus, many twitchy people don’t need a prescription as much as they need to learn how to settle down. As for far less pressing usage, we must fear that college kids are medicating themselves not to make Yo Gabba Gabba more entertaining but so they can review their notes again:
Schumer wants university officials to make it harder for the drugs to get into the hands of students who abuse them and urged colleges and universities not to prescribe Adderall and similar drugs on campus.
Thankfully for Schumer, enough New York voters will never tire of his publicity-seeking oppressive shtick. But he could always fall back on a career as a resident adviser, although students might stop turning to him for advice once they realize what a narc he is:
“That’s sort of academic doping,” said Schumer. “There are better ways to pull an all-nighter and stay up. There’s coffee, there’s things like NoDoz.”
Well, there are those better ways for now. Schumer is one slow news cycle away from calling for a crackdown on Vivarin. After all, he already took away Four Loko like the anti-party fascistic schoolmarm that he is. He’s decided it’s his job to keep an eye on what goes in your mouth.
According to reactionaries, the task of colleges is to educate those matriculating. But the senior senator would rather they focus on controlling how young adults stimulate themselves. Try to remember the innocent days when they merely indoctrinated undergrads into politically correct thinking:
Schumer said it must be on the colleges to crack down on this rampant drug abuse. He has urged colleges to implement new standard for diagnosing and monitoring students seeking Adderall or other stimulants.
“For somebody to call up and say ‘well, my doctor prescribed it at home, send me pills, here’s the prescription number…’ that’s not good enough,” said Schumer. “If a student gets 100 or 200 Adderall pills, even if they are legitimately entitled, they may lend a bunch to their friends.”
Your government hopes you’re enjoying another promising preview of the Obamacare era where your medical business is a legislator’s problem. Remember as someone else hands over your phone logs that there’s no reason to fear the government pressuring a school to collect records:
He said campus health centers should do a full workup and gather a history. If they are unable to, Schumer said school health centers should not be diagnosing or prescribing the ADHD drugs at all.
Thank you to everyone who backed a senator who’s so smart that he didn’t even need to go to medical school to be a doctor. All you need to learn what drugs do is to peruse D.A.R.E. pamphlets:
He said the amphetamine-based drugs have a number of side effects, including depression, anxiety and even psychosis.
I feel all those things after a politician feels he’s entitled to meddle in the lives of citizens just because a majority of them who vote picked him. No matter the side effects, they beat what happens when the government decides to concern troll you about what you swallow.
If kids pick up anything from the four or seven years they spend on campus, it should be the value of learning from experience. All adults make bad decisions; the successful ones are merely those who learn from them. Those who retain enough restraint to make slightly fewer errors based upon learned consequences will graduate having truly learned. Ingesting what they wish and weighing the resulting benefits versus the consequences teaches more than Earth science lectures.
Hopefully, students discover that they don’t want to get hysterical about non-issues when they grow up. The perpetually hyperactive Schumer refuses to avoid indiscretion. The difference between him and college kids is they have the excuse of youthful exuberance. Someone needs to be medicated.
Why are you opposed to compassion and eating, right-wing hatemonger? Constitution-toting extremists want people to starve and sellers to go broke by imposing nefarious schemes involving people earning their own money to buy food. Farmers can only hope the bank will let them deposit dirt if the government doesn’t subsidize the cost of what’s grown.
Albany helps its victims. Instead of enabling people to grow their own stockpiles, politicians graciously buy food for them in a very productive action that totally doesn’t exacerbate previous misadventures into central planning. As for the latest adventure in collectivization, another entitlement can’t possibly negatively effect the economy while creating a perfectly ironic contradiction of the return on honest investment embodied by cultivating the land:
About 215,000 families in New York will be eligible for $24 in checks to buy food at farmers’ markets this summer, Gov. Andrew Cuomo announced Thursday.
The get-fruits-quick scheme will help except for how much junk food it requires consuming to start. The increasingly doltish governor never gets that he’s taking money from the economy in order to help it.
Keep currency amongst those who earned it, and creativity or industriousness can expand the economy. But, like farmers’ outputs, the financial outlook apparently just grows by magic no matter what’s planted.
The confiscated money could have been used for private-sector activities like, oh, salaries. The earners could then patronize any business they wanted, including farmers who peddle their output. Instead, even people who are by no account poor can get complimentary bushel-fillings:
The check booklets — six checks each worth $4 — will be available this month through September for families with children under five whose income is at or below 185 percent of the federal poverty limit, which is $43,567.
If making 43 grand per year is the level at which people need assistance, then we’re doing much better and also far worse than we thought. Classifying people who are doing okay as suffering is one way to get them to feel like self-reliance is an unnecessary burden. In the state’s view, those making over 800 dollars per week apparently shouldn’t be expected to have enough left over to buy veggies. It’s better to just wait for someone to put food in your mouth:
The checks can be used through Nov. 30 at farmers’ markets to purchase fruits and vegetables from participating vendors. In recent years, the state has sought to better promote its farmers’ markets and expand them into poor neighborhoods.
Alternately, farmers could promote and expand their own businesses, presuming they didn’t use their entire self-reliance allotment on making crops appear. But none of us are capable of anything without the state’s assistance, which is why there must be a conduit between the underprivileged and fruit peddlers. It’s amazing that any food grows out of the ground without Albany making a rule about it.
Thinking that obtaining produce is a weighty challenge amounts to the most condescending view of citizens possible. Atlas-shrugging radicals suggest that humans may be capable of earning their own paychecks. They could theoretically make even more if the government wasn’t so busy tapping the economy in order to fill it.
Sanctimony goons will indignity proclaim that the program costs only a few dollars per recipient or a few million dollars overall. But a million little handouts add up to having nothing left in hand.
Even worse than failing to notice how all these programs add up is the deleterious expectation that the government should help with the grocery bill. Convince oneself that assistance is the norm when restocking the kitchen, and expecting nothing to be accomplished without assistance becomes the dreadfully hopeless standard.
Questioning whether people need another book of food stamps for the album isn’t about helping those who could use help in the face of dire circumstances, although there are more efficient ways for humans to help each other than relying on the alleged benevolence of politicians armed with others’ money.
Nationally, the expectation that people on the whole can’t cobble together enough to meet the most basic of necessities is embodied by the obtuse self-righteousness of expecting all food costs to be covered through a program that is by definition supplemental. Just like shoplifting, the benefits provided by the welfare state are absolutely free.
If we’re to be treated like passive slugs capable of nothing more than having appetites, this aid must be the start: it’s outrageous Albany provides magical funds to buy food without further instruction. Meddlesome progressives presumably think feckless residents can’t figure how to shuck corn without state assistance, much less cook it.
All New York wants to grow are more subsidies. Farmers set a bad example for welfare pimps who think finances improve when capable people aren’t required to cultivate. As usual, the Empire State is plowing straight downhill.
Procrastination isn’t as cute once once is done with school. Sure, it’s fun to write papers on the way to class and learn what sociology is when reading the exam questions. But one should naturally evolve into maturity once the campus is in the rear-view mirror. Growing up means things like not putting off a pregnancy termination until the intended victim can survive on its own.
New York State’s dissenters figured Andrew Cuomo didn’t have a soul, and he apparently wanted to keep people from speculating any longer. Striving to make abortion legal well past the point when an unborn child’s humanity can no longer be debated is a deeply unsettling yet efficient way of settling the issue:
New York Gov. Andrew Cuomo plans to introduce contentious abortion legislation on Tuesday, and his aides and women’s rights groups have identified Republican state senators whom they will pressure to support it, according to people familiar with the matter.
It’s curious how those ever so objectively labeled “women’s rights groups” aren’t interested in the right of unborn women to reach existence outside a womb. It may be possible to think females shouldn’t have a special right to kill a baby and still be on that particular gender’s side. At least the most callous among us are disavowing people of notions about abortion being anything more than a convenience, although they still feel compelled to claim they’re out to help:
The governor’s proposal would change state law to allow abortions after 24 weeks of pregnancy to protect a woman’s health, a broader exemption than the current law that provides for late-term abortions only if a woman’s life is at risk.
Let’s hope they’re being disingenuous by acting as if the primary purpose of abortion isn’t birth control. Thinking such laws won’t lead to shady doctors handing out excuse notes is like thinking cannabis legalization is to help with glaucoma and not to make watching the Discovery Channel more fun.
The frightening thing is that Cuomo must know the law will be distorted in the name of empowering people who simply wish to remain childless. Ronald Reagan’s adamant pro-life stance later in life can be traced to him signing a bill as California governor that was supposed to permit abortions in emergencies but led to a spike in them being performed under any flimsy excuse imaginable.
Meanwhile, Reagan’s Bizarro counterpart hopes to reach the White House using a disturbingly inverted approach to humanity. New York’s governor wants to raise awareness of mysterious ailments experienced by those who don’t find parenthood appealing:
A Cuomo administration official said the bill’s language was crafted to create “a real litmus test on Roe v. Wade for members of both parties, making it impossible to vote against for anyone who wants to say they support a woman’s right to choose.”
The bill is being introduced after months of negotiations with abortion-rights advocates, religious leaders and legislators. Mr. Cuomo had delayed its debut to find bill language that would both appease women’s-rights groups and mollify the Roman Catholic Church, which has argued that changes to state law may encourage a greater number of abortions.
Only a state that thought loading a magazine to capacity is a crime would also believe that removing restrictions that kick in after half a year of pregnancy would not lead to more of them. Most guns aren’t used in crimes, while every abortion ends a life. Kid Cuomo can’t get enough of the one without the indifferent implements.
Legal infanticide that much closer to a due date means freedom to sickos who think an enlightened society allows effects of uninhibited fun to be flushed away. The trouble with any abortion discussion lies in pretending the result isn’t dead babies. The victims never get a chance to be as polite.
Albany’s absolutely exhausting power alignment has created a statewide moral vacuum. While inconsistency is the least of their problems, it remains a glaring indictment. Far too many of our politicians think being able to rid oneself of any inconvenient kids is a fair consolation prize for financial desolation.
Further, lawmakers sanctimoniously back perilously counterproductive gun laws for the purported sake of the children, all the while making it easier to permit the most innocent before birth. And this crop of philosophers dissolved an understanding of marriage thousands of years old in one legislative session.
Now, New York’s executive sells depravity cloaked in sanitary medical terms as progress. Humans keep getting in the way of Cuomo’s twisted utopian dreams.