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Capital Punishment, Abortion, and Gov. Quinn

      A Facebook post by my nephew Billy got me thinking today.  He wrote, “If it’s legal to get an abortion, it should be legal to abort a child molester. Just sayin’.”  It occurred to me that, since Governor Pat Quinn signed the legislation abolishing the death penalty on March 9, 2011, he established a curious moral inconsistency, given his radical, enthusiastic support for another death penalty:  Abortion.
      In the State of Illinois, an unborn human being who has never committed a crime can be executed, but due to the repeal of the death penalty here, Cecil S. Sutherland, who abducted, raped and murdered 10-year-old Amy Schulz of Kell, Ill., in 1987, now can’t be executed.
     Paul F. Runge, who raped and murdered a woman and her 10-year-old daughter in their Chicago apartment in 1997, now can’t be executed.
     Dion Banks, who shot a woman to death in front of her two young sons in a 2001 carjacking, now can’t be executed.
     Daniel B. Ramsey, who shot to death two girls, ages 12 and 16, during an attack on his former girlfriend, now can’t be executed.
     Eric Hanson, who murdered his parents, sister and brother-in-law in 2005, now can’t be executed.
     Brian J. Dugan, who raped and murdered Jeanine Nicarico, 10, after abducting her from her Naperville home, now can’t be executed.
     David A. Damm, who murdered 13-year-old Donnisha Hill, now can’t be executed.
     Anthony B. Mertz, who murdered and mutilated 21-year-old Eastern Illinois University student Shannon McNamara in 2001, now can’t be executed.
     But, in Governor Quinn’s pro-abortion, anti-death penalty moral economy, kill all the innocent unborn babies you want, but for goodness sake, DON’T execute bloodthirsty murderers!
     The repeal of the death penalty means all of those murderers’ sentences were commuted from death to life-without-parole with a stroke of Governor Quinn’s pen, but with regard to little babies in the womb, Quinn supports legislation restoring abortion coverage under the state Medicaid plan. In addition, he supports legislation to repeal Illinois’ 1995 Parental Notice of Abortion Law.
     Our Governor certainly dwells in a curious ethical universe.  It’s almost as if you’re safer committing capital murder than you are being a person growing inside your mother’s uterus.
     Great googly-moogly.

Makes sense to me!

SB 136: They’re from the government; they’re here to help you.

Thanks to Gay Martin and the Illinois Family Institute for sounding the warning about a new and ridiculous attempt on the part of state government to meddle in private education.

The IFI’s release:

Bill to Require Parents to Register Their Children with State

SB 136 has been proposed in the Illinois General Assembly by State Senator Edward D. Maloney (D-Chicago) that will affect all children in non-public schools, including home schools.

If SB 136 were to pass, it would compel all parents or legal guardians of home or privately schooled students to register with the state. Registration that is now voluntary would become mandatory

TAKE ACTION: Contact Sen. Maloney and ask him to drop this unwarranted expansion of government into the private lives and affairs of good Illinois citizens.

Here is what I wrote to Senator Maloney and my own State Senator, John M. Sullivan:

I am writing to express my vehement opposition to SB 136.  For years, my wife and I have enjoyed remarkable freedom to educate our children at home in Illinois.  This sudden and unnecessary measure is clearly a step toward increased government regulation of private education.

After seeing what government paternalism has done to public education, and after witnessing the positive academic and developmental results from homeschooling, I am stunned that anyone feels such a policy would be necessary.

I recognize that there are certain things government can do well; conversely, there are areas where government’s intrusive regulatory presence is disastrous.  Education is a prominent item among many in the latter category.

Please drop this matter and focus your valuable time and energy on something that actually needs your attention, like reducing our tax burden.


Pastor Jim Bennett

If you would like to send an email of your own about this, click here.  Select the “take action” button.

The Home School Dad blog has a great article on the topic;  click here.

“Goodbye, Farewell, and Amen”

          This is my final column for the Monmouth Daily Review-Atlas, and I want my faithful fans – both of them – to know that I’m giving it up with deep reluctance.  The editor hasn’t banished me, though he probably should have many times over; in fact, Matt Hutton has proven to be a man with the patience of Job and the flexibility of Gumby.  In my book, he’s right up there with Perry White and Lou Grant, and he’s miles ahead of J. Jonah Jameson.  

These losers all wish they were as cool as Matt Hutton.

            Don’t get me wrong:  I would love it if my departure had been prompted by something more dramatic, like a fierce clash which erupted between me, the dashing, maverick writer, and Matt, the hot-headed editor, when he dared stand in my way after my sharply-honed investigative reporting uncovered a convoluted web of corruption that extended all the way up to the highest echelons of our government’s intelligence community and implicated even the President himself in a scandal that threatened to shake the very foundations of our republic. 

            I tried that, by the way.  But the best I came up with was some weak evidence that the zoning commissioner may or may not have an overdue library book. 

            It didn’t rile Matt enough to provoke a red-faced screaming match across his desk during which we yank each other’s neckties while he shouts in my face, “Bennett, if you weren’t a Pulitzer prize-winning columnist who once saved my life by chewing through my seatbelt to free me from a burning car that had been firebombed by the mobsters who were trying to prevent me from printing your bold, fearless, hard-boiled expose’ of organized crime, I’d can you right now!” prompting me to throw down my press credentials in disgust and yell, “Hutton, YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!” and storm out while a young cub reporter who has always looked up to me with awe follows on my heels and says, “You sure told him, Mr. Bennett!”

            Man.  That would have been cool.  Robert Duvall could have played me in the movie. 

            But no, the simple fact of the matter is this:  In the past few months, I’ve come under conviction that my Lord would have me focus entirely on the two most important callings He has placed on my life:  My wonderful family, and my loving, faithful flock at Rozetta Baptist Church.  The painful process of giving up other worthy pursuits began a few months ago, and I held on to the pleasure of writing this column as long as I could.

            You’re thinking, “Churning out 750 words of that artless dreck Bennett calls ‘writing’ is too much of a load to carry once a week?  Does it really take all that much time to plagiarize old Dave Barry columns?  I mean, he’s not exactly seated at the Algonquin Roundtable between Robert Benchley and Dorothy Parker.  Why, that newspaper could train a ring-tailed lemur to write just as…”

Jim Bennett wishes he was as cool as this lemur.

            Alright!  Dang!  You’ve made your point!  I get it!  So I’m not Art Buchwald!  It still literally takes me anywhere from six to nine hours to grind out the nonsense that finally makes it to the page (You don’t even want to know how long it takes me to write my sermon every week – unlike my column, those actually have to make sense).  Mama always said, “Anything worth doing is worth doing at the pace of a three-toed sloth on Ambien.”            

            But my inexplicably slow rate of production is compounded by my inability to accomplish anything whatsoever until the day of deadline.  This quirk has haunted me through high school, college, and my brief career as a street mime in Little York.  Some scribblers devote a little time each day to their weekly output, but for some reason, I have to do it all at once, and on the day it’s due.  I’ve been driving the Mrs. crazy every Sunday by coming home from church only to lock myself away with my laptop to await my weekly visit from Muse Thalia. 

            Upsetting the Mrs. is something I hate to do. 

            As I always counsel the husbands of Rozetta Baptist Church:  Happy wife, happy life.

            There is, no doubt, a more capable ink-slinger waiting in the wings, someone who, unlike me, is raising fewer than seven children right now.  So it is with a heavy heart that I bid you adieu, Dear Reader.  You’ve been most charitable and indulgent to read what I’ve written. 

            Thank you for that.   

            Oh, and one last thing:  Jesus loves you!  I pray that you’ll taste and see that the Lord is good, and seek Him while he may be found.  Merry Christmas!

(Fear not, readers…you can still tap into the repository of genius that is “The Bloviating Hammerhead” blog.  My next post relates a horrifying, true story of murder and mayhem on the high seas!)

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