Over on Facebook, I left some quite intemperate comments to a post concerning in some way a particularly barbaric practice that is not only sanctioned by law, but is even considered to be the manifestation of liberation for women everywhere:
I confess that the comment was deliberately provocative. I have since removed it, because it would have served no purpose. I repeat it here, because I do want a fight, dammit. So let the fight begin.
It’s troubling that I’ve let myself be so comfortable, so afraid of losing my small fragment of luxury in this world, that I have avoided the fight altogether. Content I’ve been to write my blog posts, express my outrage, all the while trying to take seriously the arguments for a horror that should never have been allowed in the first place. And that’s what we have, right in the heart of our nation, a horror, a vacant blackness, and all the rest – the endless wars, the implosion of our economy, the ‘secularism’ that is really a return of the Old Ones – follows from this embrace of horror. If we refuse to reckon with that, we are lost. And if, dare I say it, if the kind of nation we are requires that we allow such horror, and even embrace it as a good, then this kind of nation deserves to perish from the earth.