Two disclaimers: I don’t do boycotts and for my paleo-dieting friends this is not really about cookies.
So, the Girl Scouts are supporting Planned Parenthood.
You know what? I don’t care.
Yes, I’m still 100% pro-life. That’s in all cases by the way. Regardless of the reason, you simply cannot escape the fact that abortion is the termination of a life. That’s not just a man’s perspective. It’s the perspective of a father who not once, but twice, almost lost both his wife and son(s) in high risk pregnancies.
I’ve thought this through.
And I applaud those who carry the banner (okay, maybe not the ones with the graphic images) in the pro-life movement.
I have marched. I have campaigned. I continue to write pro-life articles at Richmond Examiner.
But taking on the Girl Scouts? And cookies?
It’s just not the way to win the argument.
This year’s nationwide boycott was triggered by the Girl Scout’s glowing praise last year for two of the pro-life movement’s greatest foes: Texas state senator Wendy Davis and Department of Health and Human Services Secretary Kathleen Sebelius. The Girl Scouts called Davis as an “incredible” woman who deserved to be on a list of 2013 “Women of the Year,” only a few weeks after calling Kathleen Sebelius a woman of “courage” and “character.”
There’s even a website for CookieCott 2014.
I wish I was making that up.
Yes, I wish we could stop abortion. Yes, I am horrified by the fact that the 57 million babies killed by abortion since Roe v. Wade is some 60 times the number of Americans killed in ALL of our wars. (my math isn’t exact, but that’s pretty close).
But in a culture where the left is so hell bent (yes, that’s hell bent) on describing abortion as a woman’s health issue and where bumbling white male politicians routinely stick their foot in their mouths when trying to speak about the issue, there’s got to be a better way.
I for one am not going to tell my niece that I’m not buying cookies this year. (And to my paleo friends, I may or may not have already placed two cookie orders).
I know I’ve whined a lot lately about not wanting to be in the political process anymore. This is one of the reasons. Friends who are in the process that I still converse with lament the fact that the right isn’t good about getting out the message.
I agree. This just isn’t a hill I’m willing to die on.
Especially when it’s covered in rich, chocolaty, mint goodness.