Conservatives should stop pretending there is such a thing as “freedom of speech.”

By the end of my sophomore year at University of Michigan, I had become a dyed-in-the-wool left-wing liberal politically-correct Ann Arborite.  I lived in a student co-op and that summer a young man moved in who had a buzz cut, got up at 5:00 a.m. to run five to ten miles in army boots and who held extremely right-wing views.  One day during a conversation with him, he told me and another young woman in the co-op, a lesbian feminist, that in the physical world women were not men’s equal.  He calmly stated that men were stronger and smarter and had the obligation to protect and provide for their women and that women should hush up, go home, and have babies because they’d be happier that way anyway.

We had the typical liberal response of becoming slightly emotionally unhinged in the face of his calm non-PC opinions. He never yelled or called us names, but we didn’t return that same courtesy to him.  We railed against him to no avail – he refused to change his opinion and it flipped us out –  and I later complained to another young man named Jared, a pony-tailed guitar-playing bisexual with strongly libertarian beliefs, who rocked my world by saying, “Well, he has a right to that opinion and to say it.  If you don’t like it, debate him or remove yourself from his presence.”

“B-but he shouldn’t be allowed to say those things!” I protested.  I expected Jared to back me up, since I knew we held similar liberal political beliefs.

“You think he should be censored?  That’s messed up,” he declared. Continue reading

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Wind chills and musicals.

It was too cold this evening to even think about working on our ice skating rink; our overnight wind chills are predicted to be around -30 F, so we’re cozied up listening to the soundtrack from Wicked…again…and again…and again. Did I mention tickets to see Wicked at the Detroit Opera House were one of the gifts under the Christmas tree this year? And to teenagers, if listening to a song once is good, then listening to it five times must be five times as good, right?

So, a bit of this and that for this chilly winter night:

1. Mrs. Laura Wood has been hosting an interesting discussion on raising unplugged children. I left a comment in that thread, though for some reason she attributed it to Mrs. Suzanne Thiry.

2. Mrs. Bodycrimes had some thoughtful commentary on a strange case in Belgium, where assisted suicide and euthanasia are legal but the death penalty is not. A prisoner there has had his request to be euthanized granted because life in prison would be too psychologically painful for him. Oh those wacky Belgians, with their delicious chocolate and their illogical laws…

3. And this sad story:

Atlanta Fire Chief: I was fired because of my Christian faith

One Sunday afternoon the Cochran children heard a fire truck stop across from their neighbor’s home. Miss Maddie’s house was one fire.

“That’s the day that God convicted me in my heart that I wanted to be a firefighter when I grew up,” Cochran said. “All I thought about growing up in Shreveport was not being poor and being a firefighter.”

And God granted Kelvin Cochran the desires of his heart. The little boy in the shotgun shack grew up to become the fire chief of Shreveport…

But now Chief Cochran’s storied career is up in smoke – all because of a book he wrote for a men’s Bible study group at his Baptist church.

Truly, no good deed goes unpunished.

On that note, let us end by enjoying a song on that very theme from the soundtrack of the musical Wicked.