Reflections on Jim Poullion's Murder
Jim Poullion's murder, like a scene from Foxe's Book of Martyrs, has provoked no little reflection.
In 20 years of showing the images of murdered babies in public, I
have directly observed tens of thousands of people reacting to the images of babies killed by abortion. Many were high school or university students. Having spoken to dozens of these ape-like imbeciles, enduring hours upon hours day after day listening to these greasy little monsters go on and on about rape, incest, the life of the mother; I catch myself reconsidering Darwinism.
Not all, mind you, but an unsettlingly disproportionate band of mentally defective lunkheads colors our nation's taxpayer funded centers for learning and higher education.
Recently, I found myself harangued for the better part of an hour by a wordy individual named Kaye. I had paid his illustrious institution a visit that afternoon with signs depicting graphically mutilated babies, and though traffic was sparse, I managed to lasso this intellectual giant. Yee-haw.
Like a hundred other carbon-copy clones, Kaye went around and around in nauseating rhetorical circles until I was ready to hurl all over him and his college. Its her body. She has the right. He wouldn't have an
abortion...at least not after the heart starts beating. Or a certain day. Or a certain week. Or when the moon is full. Its her body. She has the right. I try not to get my girlfriend pregnant, but if she does...Its a baby, but only if you stand on your head during the equinox. Its her body. She has the right. Anyway, says Kaye, he's a man (a questionable assertion) and women have to bear the consequences of having babies (like a baby's a disease).
"Poor fool!" I thought, "another brainwashed slave to his girlfriend's whim." But then I reconsidered.
I considered his response disingenuous. A cop-out. Kaye is a verbose example of the general depravity evident in the reactions of American men to legalized abortion. Yet, at least Kaye stopped to talk. At least his rambling, despite his words, was an outward sign of a deap-seated distress at the images of death and suffering. Kaye's hair was long, his disposition not altogether thoughtless.
More perverse, more depraved by far are the other men in their early
twenties who walk by and say nothing. Men void of natural human affection: these are the rule, Kaye the exception.
Jim Poullion's murderer was another exception. He got the message of the signs, and the signs assaulted his ego at the deepest level of his soul. Instead of just walking by, he reacted with the satanic audacity available only to murderers confronted with the undeniable evidence of his crime. Such audacity is a dark-side supernatural gift, in some ways transcending the murderer's human consciousness, and making him directly available to satan.
In his 1729 essay "a Modest Proposal For Preventing The Children of Poor People in Ireland From Being Aburden to Their Parents or Country, and
For Making Them Beneficial to The Public" GULLIVER'S TRAVELS author Jonathan Swift suggested, tongue-in-cheek, that the poverty problem in Ireland be solved by eating Irish babies.
”I have been assured," quoth Swift, "by a very knowing American of my acquaintance in London, that a young healthy child well nursed is at a year old a most delicious, nourishing, and wholesome food, whether stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled ...”
Rather toward the end of his essay, Swift goes on to observe that "...Whereas the maintenance of an hundred thousand children, from two years old and upward, cannot be computed at less than ten shillings a-piece per annum, the nation's stock will be thereby increased fifty thousand pounds per annum, beside the profit of a new dish introduced to
the tables of all gentlemen of fortune in the kingdom who have any
refinement in taste. And the money will circulate among ourselves, the goods being entirely of our own growth and manufacture."
How little did this Christian author and advocate for the Irish people suspect that in less than three hundred years his ridiculous suggestions would represent the REAL POLITIK of America and Europe? Trotted out
to shed light on the calloused and abusive treatment by England of the
people of Colonial Ireland, and the dehumanization of poor
Catholics, Swifts absurdity has become the reality faced by God's children every day. "Looks like chicken," and "mmmm...yum!" are frequent ejaculations gurgling spontaneously from the dark subconscious depths of the minds of passers-by.
In this context, why should we be surprised by Jim Poullion's murder? As the economy lurches toward an abyss of hyperinflation and unemployment rises, the thin veneer of civility is dissolving between the sons of Belial (lit.. bastards, "sons of nothing") like Jim's murderer the small minority like Jim with the holy audacity to speak the truth in love to them.
Wisdom dictates that God's people take advantage of every legally available option to arm themselves under these disintegrating circumstances. Even as we seek to snatch a remnant from the flames, God's born children should be ready to defend themselves from these monsters, just as we would defend ourselves against the zombies from "Night of the Living Dead," keeping in mind that in this sequel the zombies control the federal government! The next time they attack one of ours, let's hit back with two to the chest, one to the head, and a wooden stake through the heart!
Jonathan O'Toole, otoolejw@yahoo.com, 816-739-9318 |