By Dee Armstrong
Mom told us many times that nothing good happens after midnight. That’s probably true for the bar crowd, dance clubs, and one-night stands. As a writer, I disagree with that idiom. Some of my best ideas pop up while I’m struggling to sleep. The streaming thoughts are screaming to get out of my head. One of the well-earned perks of being retired—and just plain old—is the opportunity to get up in the middle of the night and throw those thoughts onto the computer screen. At least I can get them out of my head and maybe get some sleep. I can always edit a bad page, but I can’t edit a blank page.
One such subject popped up early this morning. I listened to Tucker Carlson talk about the importance of political compromise.
He’s right that our Congress is obligated to come to compromise to get the job done, now and historically. However, certain things should NOT be on the table. I can think of three categories that shouldn’t be compromised: 1) those things that violate or infringe on our constitutional rights; 2) things that endanger our great nation and its citizens, and 3) things that go against our core values on which this nation was founded. I’ve often thought our elected officials should be required to include in every bill unquestionable evidence that the bill doesn’t violate any of these principles. Better yet, let each bill provide evidence of how it upholds our Constitution, our safety and security, and our core values.
The most mundane analogy I can come up with on this compromise topic is dating. It’s been a very long while—decades—since I dated, but my memory still is intact, thank the good Lord. If a date wanted to eat at a Thai restaurant, I could compromise, even though I’m not crazy about Thai food. However, if he wanted to draw a line of cocaine as dessert, that’s where I draw MY line of no, no, and hell no. A rather elementary analogy. Choosing a mate involves compromise, but I refuse to tolerate someone who embraces cheating, atheism, drug use, financial irresponsibility, “open” marriage. Leaving wet towels on the bathroom floor? I can compromise on that, although I may not like it much.
I just thought of a public compromise with which I can live. At Walmart, I can go down another aisle when shoppers block that aisle. I don’t like it, and I consider those shoppers rude, but I can compromise without my core values getting challenged.
To bring compromise to the table on a woman’s “right to choose,” well, that’s just plain wrong. That compromise means a surrender of someone’s life, liberty and pursuit of happiness. A dead baby, born or unborn, has no chance at liberty and certainly cannot pursue happiness. If I compromise on this issue, I surrender my core value of revering God-given life. Women should not have the power of deciding an innocent and helpless human’s life or death, regardless of the fact that they reside in the womb. Once conception takes place, I see a woman’s body as an incubator for another human life. We, as women, must understand the consequences and/or rewards of a pregnancy. Same goes for men. And don’t tell me I don’t know what it’s like to face the consequences of an unplanned pregnancy. I do. So there.
The other issue I see as void of compromise is the immigration crisis. Breaking the law is not a compromise—it’s a crime. If you don’t want illegal immigration to be a crime, CHANGE THE LAW. And if you attempt to change the law, you’d better have some strong justification to do so without placing our people in jeopardy.
I could never understand how Roe v Wade got through the Supreme Court. I can not understand how sanctuary cities consider themselves lawful. And that’s just two out-front issues. I could go on and on, but it’s 4 degrees here this morning, and I must bring in more firewood for our woodstove. No compromise on that!
Be safe, stay aware, and thanks for reading!
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