The righties are still bringing up the name of William Ayers, the aging remnant of the Weather Underground (who also happens to be a Distinguished Professor of Education at the University of Chicago) who lives in Sen. Obama's neighborhood and with whom he has a nodding acquaintance. The way they go after them, you'd think that anyone who ever shook the hand of Barack Obama and then scratched their ass during the playing of the national anthem called the patriotism of the candidate into question, and they're making a huge deal out of these nebulous connections. But wouldn't it be ironic if it turns out that John McCain had just such an unrepentant radical backing him?
Actually, the comparison between G. Gordon Liddy and William Ayers is a little unfair because while Mr. Ayers has spent the last few decades in relative obscurity, Mr. Liddy has devoted himself to becoming a right-wing radio talk show host and the epitome of buffoonery, a real-life Colonel Flagg, (pictured above, played by the late Edward Winter) the gung-holier-than-thou CIA spook from M*A*S*H who saw a commie under every bunk. Except compared to Liddy, Col. Flagg had wit, charm and humor.
Can a presidential candidate justify a long and friendly relationship with someone who, back in the 1970s, extolled violence and committed crimes in the name of a radical ideology—and who has never shown remorse or admitted error? When the candidate in question is Barack Obama, John McCain says no.
But when the candidate in question is John McCain, he's not so sure.
Obama has been justly criticized for his ties to former Weather Underground member Bill Ayers, who in 1995 hosted a campaign event for Obama and in 2001 gave him a $200 contribution. The two have also served together on the board of a foundation. When their connection became known, McCain minced no words: "I think not only a repudiation but an apology for ever having anything to do with an unrepentant terrorist is due the American people."
What McCain didn't mention is that he has his own Bill Ayers—in the form of G. Gordon Liddy. Now a conservative radio talk-show host, Liddy spent more than 4 years in prison for his role in the 1972 Watergate burglary. That was just one element of what Liddy did, and proposed to do, in a secret White House effort to subvert the Constitution. Far from repudiating him, McCain has embraced him.
How close are McCain and Liddy? At least as close as Obama and Ayers appear to be. In 1998, Liddy's home was the site of a McCain fundraiser. Over the years, he has made at least four contributions totaling $5,000 to the senator's campaigns—including $1,000 this year.
Last November, McCain went on his radio show. Liddy greeted him as "an old friend," and McCain sounded like one. "I'm proud of you, I'm proud of your family," he gushed. "It's always a pleasure for me to come on your program, Gordon, and congratulations on your continued success and adherence to the principles and philosophies that keep our nation great."
Which principles would those be? The ones that told Liddy it was fine to break into the office of the Democratic National Committee to plant bugs and photograph documents? The ones that made him propose to kidnap anti-war activists so they couldn't disrupt the 1972 Republican National Convention? The ones that inspired him to plan the murder (never carried out) of an unfriendly newspaper columnist?
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Given Liddy's record, it's hard to see why McCain would touch him with a 10-foot pole. On the contrary, he should be returning his donations and shunning his show. Yet the senator shows no qualms about associating with Liddy—or celebrating his service to their common cause.
How does McCain explain his howling hypocrisy on the subject? He doesn't. I made repeated inquiries to his campaign aides, which they refused to acknowledge, much less answer. On this topic, the pilot of the Straight Talk Express would rather stay parked in the garage.
That's an odd policy for someone who is so forthright about his rival's responsibility. McCain thinks Obama should apologize for associating with a criminal extremist. To which Obama might reply: After you.
(Cross-posted.)
McCain's Old Pals
Monday Movie Reviews: The Iron Man
Hey assholes, it's Kenny Blogginz here, with another one of my steamy Monday Movie Reviews! This week I'm going to be talking about "The Iron Man" starring Robert Danny Jr. and Jeff Bridge. This was a real great American film for the family. "The Iron Man" is the first official blockbuster of the summer, and boy did it bust my blocks!
"The Iron Man" is all about Toni Starks, played by Danny Jr., a loveable alcoholic arms dealer who sleeps with ladies and supplies Our Boys with missiles to shoot into the families of The Bad Guys. Everything changes when Starks's H3 gets attacked by The Bad Guys after he gave a presentation about how sweet his missiles are.
Needless to say, Starks gets captured by the Bad Guys and builds a robotic exoskeleton to help him escape. When he returns to God's Country, he has a real epiphany about arms dealing...and how he doesn't want to anymore. Pretty standard summer movie fare here. Danny Jr.'s performance really sets this film apart from all the other exoskeleton-themed films of this year, however. He really captures the essence of an arms dealer with a laser-heart.
Jeff Bridge does a great job playing Starks's bald mentor, Obadiah Stank. He also ends up losing his shit and building a larger, douchier version of The Iron Man's armor. Gwenyth Paltrow really lights up the silver screen as Starks's personal assistant and possible buttsecks interest, Pol Potts.
Not unlike most other movies out right now, "The Iron Man" ends with Jeff Bridge being atomized in a huge explosion of unstable energy. Oh yeah, Spoiler Alert. "The Iron Man" may be made out of iron, but I know what type of metal his heart is made out of. Gold. Hero's Gold.
Go and see "The Iron Man" if you like things that are great. If not, you could just see "Made of Honor" (GET IT?) starring America's Male Sweetheart, Patrick Dumpsey.
6th Graders Monitoring Body Fat and Caloric Intake for School
by Shaker and Left Coaster Jeff Dinelli
This is a copy of a letter I just had to send to the Vice-Principal of our public middle school, located in a far southwestern suburb of Chicago, with the names held back:
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Ms. (Vice Principal),
My name is Jeff Dinelli, and I am the father of two (local school) students, one of whom is (my daughter), a 6th grader. I am writing to express my extreme concern over a Physical Education project that started this week in Mrs. (Physical Education teacher's) class.
The kids were to enter their height and age into a computerized program, which informed them of their "ideal" weight and percentage of body fat. They have been instructed to count their daily caloric intake. Wednesday night I picked up a pizza on the way home from (my 2nd grade son's) little league game and (my daughter) was frantic because the box didn't indicate how many calories were in each slice.
She and her friends now discuss each other's weight, body fat, and how many calories they ingested the night before.
Frankly, I am furious. Let's leave aside the very real problem of the overweight children in the class who assuredly are suffering from utter embarrassment right now because they are heavier than their classmates and are surely being harassed for it. We live in a culture where the ideal of what a female should look like is extremely unrealistic. From the models on the covers of magazines, to actresses on television and in movies, girls are taught to starve themselves to match up with their role models. I'm sure I don't have to remind you of the horrific prevalence of serious eating disorders such as Anorexia nervosa, Binge eating and Bulimia (if you need help please Google the Center for Mental Health Services or the National Institute of Mental Health).
If an "ideal" weight or percentage of body fat is taught to 12-year-old children in school, it should concentrate on the absurdities of what our culture expects girls to look like and the often deadly diseases that can easily begin to affect young women who become obsessed with squeezing into the latest fashions and looking "good" exposing their midriffs or wearing that two-piece bathing suit at the pool.
There are many ways to teach the importance of proper nutrition and exercise without being told what they "should" weigh or how their bodies "should" look.
I would like this program justified, though I cannot think of a way that could possibly be done. My home e-mail address is "Cc"-ed above in the address portion of this message. Twelve years old these children are. I am incredulous, and I'm not stopping with this e-mail. I have no intention of this sounding threatening, but I'm very curious as to how prevalent this sort of "teaching" is throughout the country. I write for a nationally-read blog that deals in politics and culture, and am outlining an article about this project to be posted on the site. I'm not sure about a letter to the editor of the (local newspaper) at this point, I'd like to wait for a response.
If this should be directed at someone else, like the school board, please forward it or inform me of the proper direction.
Sincerely,
Jeff Dinelli
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This was sent Friday and I have no response yet, but I have a couple questions for you readers.
I'm most interested in finding out if any of you parents have run across anything like this in your schools. How common is this?
Also, I guess I'd like to know your opinions on how I handled this. Are you as baffled and upset as I am? To me, it's absolutely disgusting. I ask this question because I've heard mixed opinions on my letter (though most are on my side). Is this not early indoctrination into our sick culture's mores and expectations of women?
Please, be my guest, respond away.
(Crossposted.)
Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime
Animals, animals, animals, animals, animals everywhere!
Caption This Photo
President Mondo Fucko reveals the number of unqualified successes he's had during his presidency. In a positive development indicative of his improving math skills, he was only off by a factor of +1.
President Bush delivers remarks on the economy, Friday, May 2,2008, at World Wide Technology, Inc. in Maryland Heights, Mo. (AP Photo/Jeff Roberson)
Pain in the Arse
I'm fucking shocked by the flabbergasting revelation that people who are financially destitute suffer more pain than those who are living high on the hog.
[Princeton economist Alan Krueger, who authored the study along with Dr. Arthur Stone, a psychiatry professor at Stony Brook University] notes that the type of pain people reported typically fell on either side of the rich-poor divide. "Those with higher incomes welcome pain almost by choice, usually through exercise," he says. "At lower incomes, pain comes as the result of work."Stop the presses! Are you trying to tell me that someone who toils for 18 hours a day at the coal mine is likely to encounter more discomfort than some sedentary asshole who spends his entire day playing Minesweeper in his temperature-controlled corner office? I'm sure glad we have scientific geniuses such as Princeton economist Alan Krueger and Dr. Arthur Stone to tell us what any sentient human being already knows.
Indeed, Krueger and Stone found that blue-collar workers felt more pain, from physical labor or repetitive motion, while on the job than off, which at least offers hope that the problem can be mitigated. This finding "emphasizes the need for pain preventing measures [in the workplace] such as better ergonomics," wrote Juha H.O. Turunen, a professor of social pharmacy at Finland's University of Kuopio, in an accompanying commentary to the report.Great. So if we wheel Joe Coalminer up to the coal face in an ergonomic office chair and make sure that he's wearing his carpal tunnel wristguards while wielding his pickaxe, his odds of developing black lung and the chronic back pain associated with brutal, repetitive manual labor will plummet.
But this was my favorite part:
People with chronic pain also worked less, the new study found, costing U.S. businesses as much as $60 billion annually.Because that was my real concern: How much money Corporate America might be losing due to the unmitigated suffering of its workforce.
A 2005 study in Michigan showed that minorities and the poor have less access to such drugs than wealthier Americans because local pharmacies don't stock enough pain medications such as oxycodone or morphine.I love that this article doesn't propose that we come up with a more humane health and welfare system that would allow people with chronic conditions to balance work and treatment in a long-term beneficial way, but just proposes instead that we all load up on painkillers so we can all keep on trucking, work through the pain, and push ourselves right over the edge. It's good for America, folks.
Defining Moments
How the Republicans, who have nothing but eight years of incompetence, war, fear-mongering, and any other number of reasons to prove that they shouldn't be entrusted with the key to the men's room at a party store off I-75, plan to win the election.
The solution to the Democrats' problem is very simple. Every time the Republicans come up with one of these outrageous canards, we call them on it. 
Sometimes, as Senator Barack Obama seemed to argue earlier this year, a flag pin is just a flag pin.
Senator Barack Obama, campaigning last week in Charlotte, N.C., may find himself portrayed by Republicans as unpatriotic.
But it can never be that simple for anyone with direct experience of the 1988 presidential campaign. That year, the Republicans used the symbols of nationhood (notably, whether schoolchildren should be required to recite the Pledge of Allegiance) to bludgeon the Democrats, challenge their patriotism and utterly redefine their nominee, Gov. Michael S. Dukakis of Massachusetts.
The memory of that campaign — reinforced, for many, by the attacks on Senator John Kerry’s Vietnam war record in the 2004 election — haunts Democrats of a certain generation.
The 1988 campaign was, in many ways, the crucible that helped create Bill Clinton’s centrist philosophy and his fierce commitment to attack and counterattack, which drove the politics of the 1990s.
Mr. Obama, of Illinois, has promised a different politics, one that rises above the fray and the distractions of wedge issues. As Glenn Greenwald, a columnist for Salon, recently put it, “The entire Obama campaign is predicated on the belief that it is no longer 1988.”
But is that true?
The assertion looks more debatable in recent weeks, after the furor over Mr. Obama’s former pastor and his inflammatory views on America, the biggest of a series of “distractions” that have knocked the Obama campaign off stride. And if he wins the nomination, such issues will almost certainly rise again, given that he will run against a war hero, in Senator John McCain of Arizona, who is advised by several veterans of the campaign against Mr. Kerry.
Mr. Obama himself seemed chastened by the re-emergence of the old politics last week. “Let’s be honest,” he said in an interview on NBC. “You know, here I am, an African-American named Barack Obama who’s running for president. I mean, that’s a leap for folks. And I think it’s understandable that my political opponents would say, ‘You know, he’s different. He’s odd. He’s sort of unfamiliar. And what do we know about him?’ ”
There is a subtext for this history lesson: Mr. Obama’s rival for the Democratic nomination, Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton of New York, is running hard on the notion that she is the more electable candidate, that what she calls her “baggage” has been thoroughly vetted, and that she has survived 16 years of the harshest Republican attacks.
But David Axelrod, chief strategist to Mr. Obama, argues that any Democratic nominee will be subject to the same withering attacks on values and character.
“The question,” Mr. Axelrod said, “is whether given the abysmal state of our economy, given the war, given all the challenges that people sense we face that have led George Bush to have the lowest rating ever, do you believe that voters are going to be distracted from the fundamental need for change? I think the answer to that is no.”
The hard part about that is that the media is easily distracted by little shiny things like flag pins and bowling scores and coffee makers. They have their need to fill 24/7, so they have to find something; in non-election years its vanishing white women and the image of Jesus Christ appearing in a grilled cheese sandwich. There probably isn't a lot we can do about it, but at the very least we can label it for what it is: a carnival attraction rather than a legitimate news item. And wittingly or not, the focus on the petty plays into the Republicans' defensive offensive. The longer we are distracted, the less they have to worry about things like the economy, education, inflation, recession; you know, the things that really matter. And as long as they can bluster and sputter about one man's patriotism or one woman's callousness and have willing dupes in the news business to lap it up, the less they have to say about John McCain, and the less they have to prove that he isn't just another George W. Bush. The only way the Republicans can win this election is if they don't run on their own record. The worst thing that can happen to John McCain and the GOP is if we hold them up to the same standards they use for everybody else.
Frank Rich provides just such a standard.Bored by those endless replays of the Rev. Jeremiah Wright? If so, go directly to YouTube, search for “John Hagee Roman Church Hitler,” and be recharged by a fresh jolt of clerical jive.
The Republicans are counting on the Democrats' heretofore inability to fight back...except between each other.
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None of this is to say that two wacky white preachers make a Wright right. It is entirely fair for any voter to weigh Mr. Obama’s long relationship with his pastor in assessing his fitness for office. It is also fair to weigh Mr. Obama’s judgment in handling this personal and political crisis as it has repeatedly boiled over. But whatever that verdict, it is disingenuous to pretend that there isn’t a double standard operating here. If we’re to judge black candidates on their most controversial associates — and how quickly, sternly and completely they disown them — we must judge white politicians by the same yardstick.
(Cross-posted.)
I Say, Somebody Bet on the Bob-Tailed Nag
Tally-ho, Shakers!
Something all you slobberchopsity whippersnappers probably don't know about me is that my favorite song is "Camptown Races," written by the father of American music Stephen Foster and featuring what I estimably opine to be the greatest lyrical invention of the modern age: "Doo-dah." There's nothing quite like a good doo-dah, doo-dah, not that you sassafrassin' rapscallions with all that jitterbugging shenaniganity you call music would know what I mean.
Anyhoo, being the indefatigable dabbler in contemporary politics that I am, I've ever dreamed of the day when some clever rake could combine my two fancies—and today is that day come at long last! One Mister Christopher H. Matthews has made me the giddiest chappy this side of The Mighty Mississip!
Transcript (emphasis original):
…the 134th running of the Kentucky Derby; there's only one filly—that's only one female horse in the running. Her name is Eight Belles—that's B-E-L-L-E-S—and, not surprisingly, Hillary Clinton wants people to bet on the filly tomorrow, and on the female HUMAN in Kentucky's primary, which is going to be held May 20th.DOO-DAH! DOO-DAH!
By the way, the track tag (?) on Eight Belles is that she's got stamina to go the distance. Hillary's track record these past two months is just as strong.
[Thank you to Mr. Petulant for providing me with the videographic imagery from the televisory contraption show that Ms. McEwan informs me is called Hardballz.]
Made of Fail
Can someone, anyone, tell me why the fuck this movie was made?
Why was it written? Why was the screenplay optioned? Why on Maude's green earth did actors who already have more money than the GNP of entire nations agree to do this film? Why, oh, why does this piece of shit exist?!
Blargh.
[P.S. I don't believe in "the sanctity of marriage," but, if I did, I'm pretty sure this would undermine it more than legalized same-sex marriage ever could.]
Conchita!
I'm working on a long post that's about halfway written, and my brain keeps fizzling with an obstinate unwillingless to be productive. If I ever finish it, it'll be great, I promise, lol.
In the meantime, enjoy these adorable pictures of a baby mangabey monkey named Conchita born at the London Zoo!
But be careful—given half the chance, she'll eat your face right off!
Nom nom nom.
Friday Cat Blogging
"Stop taking my picture and scratch my head!"
Matilda
"I'm in my cor-ner, with fuzzy paw-sels!"
"Come on, seriously. Scratch my head."
"Did I hear there's some head-scratching on offer?"
Garth Marenghi's Darkplace
Hey Shakers,* this is Kenny Blogginz** again, and I've got a real gemstone of a show for you to check out. Garth Marenghi's Darkplace is sort of a scifi/horror/medical spoof that aired in 2004 in the UK.*** It's a real great comedy if you like things that are hilarious.****
*People who read Shakesville
**Hero
***United Kingdom
****If you don't, then you're probably not a True PatriotTM and can just go eat shit for all I care.
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Part Two
Part Three
Lost Open Thread
This Makes Me Unreasonably Happy
Cats That Look Like Wilford Brimley
Look, I love Wilfred Brimley and I love cats. You do the math.
Friday Blogaround
Supercalifragilisticexpialiblogcious!
Recommended Reading:
DBK: DC Madam Alleged Suicide Shows the Untrustworthiness of CNN Reporting
Cliff: John McCain on Healthcare: The Ultimate Hypocrite and, Yes, Liar
Anxious Black Woman: When Bigots Appropriate Progressive Language
Twisty: Obnoxious Female Feminist Korner
Melissa: Bordertown—Another Film About Women Goes Straight to DVD
Julianne: The Physics of Chocolate
Such Language
The Secret Service detained a Baptist minister at a town hall meeting in Iowa when he asked Sen. John McCain if he really did call his wife a cunt.
A Clive man drew gasps from fellow audience members at today’s presidential candidate forum by using a four-letter word in a question to Sen. John McCain.What could the Secret Service charge him with? Not showing the proper amount of obsequiousness and sycophancy that is usually due a Republican candidate at these "town hall" set-ups?
A member of the audience, identified as Marty Parrish of Clive, asked McCain during the event at the Polk County Convention Complex about a rumor that McCain had once used a profane word referencing female genitalia to describe his wife.
A book, “The Real McCain” by Cliff Schecter, accuses McCain of using the word in an exchange with his wife, Cindy, in 1992.
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Parrish was escorted from the event and questioned by Secret Service, but not charged.
By the way, did the Secret Service escort out and question the woman in South Carolina who asked Sen. McCain how do we beat the bitch? I think not, but that was completely different: she was asking about Hillary Clinton. Oh, well, that makes it okay, then.
(Cross-posted.)
Which one of these things doesn't belong?
From the front webpage of this morning's Guardian.
(Screen cap of the front page of this morning's Life & Style section.)
I guess "Spirit of the Beehive" would be the "style" part and "Millions of mothers lost" would be the "life" part of the "Life & Style" section, eh?
The "Life & Style" section reads, at the top of its page frame "Fashion, food & drink, and ethical living." I'd love to know into which of those topics the story "Millions of mothers lost" fits. Here's its first paragraph; tell me what you think:
The story of Yeruknesh Mesfin's death starts on the day of her birth, in an Ethiopian village so remote that its name, Goradit, literally means "cut off". At 10 days old, Mesfin was circumcised by a local woman, and by the age of seven, with no education, she was put to work looking after her family's cattle. At 13, she was abducted and raped by a 32-year-old farmer, who married her; soon afterwards, she became pregnant. Without any medical advice during the whole nine months, she went into labour, "clutching her pillow, calling repeatedly for her mother while tears flowed down her cheeks". Her husband called for help, but the complications proved too difficult for the village's traditional birth attendant. In desperation, the men of the village carried Mesfin to the nearest hospital, where both she and her baby died. She was 15.Hmm. Not very fashionable, and there's nothing abut food & drink, so I guess…ethical living? That must be it. If only Yeruknesh Mesfin had lived a more ethical life during her 15 years, she wouldn't have been mutilated, kidnapped, raped, impregnated, and killed by a childbirth for which she was fatally unprepared.
The story is also filed in the subcategorized "Women" section of "Life & Style."
And you thought feminists were just being snarky bitches when we say things like, "If it's a story about a woman, it's automatically relegated to the society pages."
[H/T Shaker Jemima.]
It's Not Whether You Win or Lose
It's how you play the game:
Sara Tucholsky, a senior at Western Oregon and a right-fielder for their NCAA Division II softball team, had a .153 career batting average, making her an unlikely hero in a recent playoff game. But last weekend, when she came up to bat with two runners on base in the second inning, she hit a three-run homer clear over the centerfield fence—something she'd never even done in practice.
She was so excited that she was watching the ball clear the fence as she rounded first and missed the base. Six feet past the bag, she stopped to turn and go back to touch it, only to feel something give in her right knee. She collapsed without having touched the base. Her first base coach told her she couldn't offer assistance; if she touched Tucholsky, she'd be out. So, in agony, Tucholsky crawled back to first to touch the bag.
Western Oregon coach Pam Knox ran onto the field and talked to the umpires. The umpires said the coach could place a substitute runner at first. Tucholsky would be credited with a single. "The umpires said a player cannot be assisted by their team around the bases," Knox said. "But it is her only home run in four years. She is going to kill me if we sub and take it away. But at same time I was concerned for her. I didn't know what to do."A member of the opposing team did.
Central Washington first baseman Mallory Holtman, the all-time home run leader in the Great Northwest Athletic Conference, asked the umpire if she and her teammates could carry Tucholsky around the bases. The umpires said nothing in the rule book precluded help from the opposition.Um, yeah. Blubbity blub.
Holtman and shortstop Liz Wallace lifted Tucholsky and resumed the home-run walk, stopping to let Tucholsky touch the bases with her good leg. "We started laughing when we touched second base," Holtman said. "I said, 'I wonder what this must look like to other people."'
Holtman got her answer when they arrived at home plate. Many people were in tears.
Tucholsky's homer ultimately gave Western Oregon a 4-2 victory, "ending Central Washington's chances of winning the conference and advancing to the playoffs." The opposing team's star, Holtman, didn't mind: "In the end, it is not about winning and losing so much. It was about this girl. She hit it over the fence and was in pain and she deserved a home run."
The opposing team's coach later "got a clarification from an umpiring supervisor, who said NCAA rules allow a substitute to run for a player who is injured after a home run. The clarification doesn't matter to those who witnessed the act of sportsmanship." Indeed not.
[H/T to Shakers Befrismf and Mindy.]
Horrifying New Law: Forced Ultrasounds Condition of Abortion
by Shaker Chingona
Last week, the Oklahoma Legislature overrode the governor's veto and enacted a law that puts a horrifying twist on informed consent requirements for women seeking abortion. While other states require that women seeking abortion be offered an ultrasound, this law requires that the woman have either an abdominal or a vaginal ultrasound, whichever offers the clearer picture, as a condition of having an abortion. For almost all women having first trimester abortions, the transvaginal ultrasound will offer a clearer picture.
Dr. Dana Stone, a member of the American College of Obstetrics and Gynecology, wrote on Alternet:
Neither the patient nor the doctor can decide which type of ultrasound to use, and the patient cannot opt out of the ultrasound and still have the procedure. In effect, then, the legislature has mandated that a woman have an instrument placed in her vagina for no medical benefit. The law makes no exception for victims of rape and incest.I don't know whether the consequences of this law will be worse for abortion availability than some of the others that are threatening clinic operations around the country by imposing unnecessarily stringent, hospital-level standards on out-patient clinics, but it is one of the most stomach-churning requirements I have ever seen. They are willing to physically violate and humiliate women who are determined to have an abortion and willing to use the threat of that humiliation to try to dissuade women from having a legal medical procedure. Even the normally distressing commenters at Salon's Broadsheet understood that this is just wrong. As one so aptly said, isn't there a word for sticking something in a woman's vagina against her free and uncoerced will?
Yes, there is. Thank you, Oklahoma Legislature, for mandating medical rape.
I would like to believe this law would be found unconstitutional. I know of no other situation in which a patient would be refused the ability to turn down a medically unnecessary procedure. But with our current Supreme Court, I fear we soon will be told this is a necessary measure to protect women from themselves.
