Albert Mohler, president of the Southern Baptist Theological Seminary, recently said babies might be born gay.
This is remarkable, because the Southern Baptist party line is that homosexuality is a choice and not biologically based. More remarkable still is where Dr. Mohler went with his statement. I quote from his blog:
“If a biological basis is found, and if a prenatal test is then developed, and if successful treatment to reverse the sexual orientation to heterosexual is ever developed, we should unapologetically support the use of any appropriate means to avoid sexual temptation and the inevitable effects of sin …”
Now, let’s see if I’ve got this straight. Since this gay thing is biological, it stems from God. Mohler seeks to alter nature, declare God’s work flawed and impose Old Testament standards. This smacks of Moral Majority Genetic Engineering. Mohler proposes gene tinkering to weed out “sexual temptation,” nullifying the doctrine of free will held so dear by Southern Baptists. If he could work his will, would Mohler crank out cookie-cutter Christians incapable of sin and therefore redemption?
I believe Mohler’s reach has exceeded his theological grasp. God doesn’t like it when we play God.
Iraq and ignored advice
Sun Tzu in “The Art of War” opined that armies should be captured when possible, attacked and destroyed only as a last resort.
Our military captured the Iraqi Army. Rather than disband it, Rumsfeld should’ve clad them with police uniforms and given them a 10-percent raise.
The “messy democracy” anarchy winked at by the Bush administration would have been nipped in the bud. Rather than preempt and deploy, we set loose the next day’s suicide bombers. The very men who could have been used to stem the violence instead of foment and mount it.
Folly from the first.
North American Union
The Council on Foreign Relations and other powerful economic forces are now calling for a North American Union — as I have urged in three columns, starting 10 years ago.
Nothing has more power than an idea whose time has come, some say, so at long last — let the debate begin.
It is indefensible to maintain invisible borders scarred by a 700-mile fence to the South (an unfunded and unbuilt fence, at that). The economies of Canada, the United States and Mexico are linked through NAFTA, and the political structure surely will follow, now or later.
In a swoop, there would be no immigration conundrum. One continent, one people, one government.
Dogging the dog ordinance
Drip, drip, drip …
What’s that? It’s the faint sound of little freedoms being taken away.
The Smoke Nazi Ordinance chipped away a bit; whether you like it or demonize it on its merits, a bit more freedom fell on the floor.
On its heels came the Dog Ordinance, which specifies the length of chain restraining dogs, the number of dogs that can be owned per acre and the reproductive rights of pets. And, of course, the fee for licensing rises.
These examples reflect the judgment of our august Metro Council. Smoking ban … draconian dog law … such little things.
The slippery slope slide, a chute for the little freedoms jettisoned by government mandate, is up and running.
When freedoms are lost to government, they are never given back. Bank it.
You see, it’s like boiling a lobster. Put it in a pan of cold water and slowly raise the burner flame. The rise in temperature is so slow that the lobster only realizes it’s in boiling water seconds before death.
’Nuff said.
Fooled ya
With a smirk, when I began writing my Raps in 1993, I planted a seed to see if I could pull it off.
Whenever possible, I would refer to my Germanic heritage, my Aryan attitude, my blond hair and blue eyes. One hate letter referred to me as “The Plain Brownshirt Rapper.”
In truth, I am only one-quarter German, 25 percent Scotch-English and, get this, 50 percent Sioux Indian.
I think it was Mark Twain who said to believe half of what you see and none of what you read.
Hope you learned your lesson.
But anyway, I’m Carl Brown, Louisville’s Plain Brown Rapper, and those are just five of my own damn opinions. If you don’t like it, sue me. Just have a smoke, walk your dog, avoid the IEDs, wave to a Mexican and think on these things.
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