Ah Yes, Philosophers

It’s not often I’m left absolutely speechless with rage and fury, but this is one of those times.  Why?  Oh, let’s just say the spirit of Dr. Josef Mengele is alive and well, and living in… Norway.

Should brain dead women be used as surrogates?  That’s the outrageously controversial concept floated by one philosopher.

The move — which the Norwegian writer herself admits is ‘undoubtedly disturbing’ — would help ‘prospective parents who wish to have children but cannot’, such as gay and infertile couples.

At least The Matrix  (which was fiction) used artificial wombs to gestate babies.  If this foul bitch is to be believed, actual humans could be used as baby-incubators — of course without their consent because they’re brain-dead.

Here’s my problem with all of this.  Let’s be honest and say that this activity is not just “disturbing”, but so evil, so soulless and so inhuman that it’s unthinkable and unspeakable.

Well, guess what?  Someone has thought about it, and said it.  Which means that at some point it’s going to be discussed — in a purely scholarly manner and setting, of course — which means that at some point further on, this action will be just one step closer to reality.

I am not interested in the philosophy, nor of their right to speak, nor even to speak of uncomfortable topics.  This is not an “uncomfortable” topic, it is horrifying and diabolically evil.

One of the most ghastly discoveries made during the trial of Adolf Eichmann was not that he looked like the Devil, but that he looked like some ordinary bureaucratic functionary — which is exactly what he was.  To him, moving hundreds of thousands of people from several points A to final point B was just a logistical issue:  how many rail cars, how to schedule the deliveries, how many locomotives could the war effort spare, what was the capacity of the stations and switching points en route, and so on.

That this was a job of moving human beings to slaughterhouses was not even part of his mental equation, because he just couldn’t care:  that wasn’t his job.

Eichmann was hanged.  Now, about this Anna Smajdor…

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And you too should now be pounding the pavement as you head off to work.

Quote Of The Day

From Othias at C&Rsenal, talking about the Russian Contract Winchester 1895:

“I can’t be held responsible for what you learn in fiction.”

In context, he was talking about people whose sole exposure to guns is through RPG-play on their computers, but if you think about it, it’s applicable to so many other areas: movie depictions of gunplay, books’ descriptions of romance, movie depictions of auto-driving, newspaper hypotheticals, and let’s not forget political hyperbole (e.g. the 9mm Europellet “blowing a lung out of the body”).  All fiction, and all often paraded as fact when of course they aren’t, no matter how plausible.