Killing Sick Kids

And so, following upon my comments yesterday on the mask slipping off the face of evil, it begins: A trio of physicians – oh, why not give their names so we can pray for these misguided souls – Carey DeMichelis, Randi Zlotnik Shaul and Adam Rapoport – all of them, ironically employed at Sick Kids’ Hospital in Toronto – have issued a paper advocating child euthanasia, in some cases without parental permission or even notification. Now, by ‘child’ they mean children in the status of law, those 18 years of age or younger, a rather arbitrary cut-off one might think, but such is the way of law, which Mr. Bumble quite rightly described (at least at times) as an ass.

But the law is not quite as asinine as the three physicians, who are advocating for the legal right, perhaps even the duty, to put to death ‘children’ who are able to consent to such a procedure, and who see no point to living any longer. I’ve always disliked calling children ‘kids’, a term that refers to little goats, but now we really are treating them like animals, to be put out of their misery.

One reels at the obvious evil of all this, and its echoes of the Nazi child-euthanasia program, before the Fuhrer applied these ‘techniques’ (Zyklon B and the rest of it) to the broader population, especially the Jewish people, in the final solution. Ponder: There are physicians in Canada, a few hours from where I live, who are advocating child-murder. Will these three be on trial someday, like the Nazis at Nuremberg?

One wonders how far, and how low, they will go. We don’t allow 18 year olds to buy a beer, but those younger than that can choose to have themselves put quietly, or not so quietly, ‘to sleep’. What will be the lower age of consent? Twelve? Thirteen? Six or seven, at the very dawn of reason? And why stop there? If this is permitted, and given their moral principles, or lack thereof, there is not much reason to think there will be any strict limit. Why not involuntary euthanasia for ‘extreme’ cases, that is, really sick kids, a criterion that oh-so-wise physicians will make? What constitutes a sickness-unto-death? (Reports indicate that they are already practising infant euthanasia surreptitiously).

We will have more to write on this, but for now, I just ask, what have we become in this once fair and Catholic nation?

But, then again, is such surprising, when we have been killing our unborn children for some time now – 49+ years to be precise, coming up on the half-century of legalized pre-born murder put into law by Trudeau Sr. – so why not extend that ‘right’ to the post-born? Of course, the unborn have had no say in the matter, and hence had to be declared non-persons in law; so their life, or not, hangs in the balance of the desire of their mother, fickle, or not, as that may be. The post-born, to make this sort-of palatable to what is left of our moral qualms, will have to have a say, that is, consent; but as mentioned, that ‘say’ will likely not last, and we will soon have murder-on-demand a la Germany circa 1936.

For a sobering reflection on what abortion does to the mother, read over the excerpt from a recent book by Suzanne Formanek, who has spent a lifetime grieving, trying to find solace and repentance for her own abortion, knowing, as all post-abortion women do to some conscious degree or another, that she had her own child killed. And as Mrs. Formanek came to realize, the ultimate punishment for this grievous ‘choice’ is in our own conscience, and healing thereof only by the grace of God.

And, finally, finally, the ongoing Kavanaugh fiasco is thankfully coming to its end one way or another. Really, the whole thing is in large part all about abortion, which the Democrats and their fellow travellers have accepted as a sacred tenet. Justice Kavanaugh presents a threat, however remote, to that supposed right (as in, overturning the disastrous Roe v. Wade) and must be stopped at costs, by fair means or foul.

We have become like the Canaanites and the Carthaginians of old, sacrificing our children on the altar of convenient, transient sex and a contraceptive, selfish lifestyle, which I suppose is just another form of the ancient pagan idolatry.

And we know how that all worked out for the Canaanites and Carthagininans..

And on the note of devouring one’s own, Paula Adamick connects the fractious #MeToo movement with the much-more fractious French Revolution, both beginning in the a-nomia, the lawlessness, of unsubstantiated, emotionally charged accusation and resentment, which builds in a crescendo and, at least in the case of the 18th century, ending in the excesses of the revolutionaries, eventually claiming as victims the very ones, Robespierre, Danton, who constructed the whole killing machine. We’re not there – yet – but no one knows where this whole thing is going.

Perhaps Justice Kavanaugh will make it through this hurdle, by the grace of God, but it may well only be by grace.

Finally, on a note of hope, today is the memorial of the death of St. Faustina Kowalska, the visionary of the Divine Mercy devotion, a nun who spent her life in a monastery outside Cracow, at the Congregation of the Sisters of Our Lady of Mercy. She died on this day in 1938 at 33 years old after what seemed, to the outside, a rather ordinary, if faithful and devout, life. Her fellow sisters could find not much remarkable about her.

Yet the revelations she received, recounted in her Diary, have really changed the world, emphasizing God’s mercy triumphing over His justice – as the prophet Hosea proclaimed – opening the door for sinners – and that includes all of us, but especially those who have wandered far – to return to the narrow way that leads to life. There is no sin that cannot be forgiven, except the sin in refusing to ask for forgiveness. So on this first Friday, we should avail ourselves of that mercy, in whatever way it is offered to us, and offer it, in our own way, to others.