The average reader of this blog no doubt knows already what the proprietor — putting myself quaintly in the third person — thinks of Obamacare. He thinks it is a dog’s breakfast for millions of dogs. He thinks it is a smoking heap of legislative slag. He thinks it is a misbegotten travesty, a landfill of petty tyrannies, an endless string of ponds covered with green despotism, and a mountain range of volcanic conceits. Other than that, its okay.
So if you have the idea that I would tend to be supportive of anything that would deal with this pestilence, up to and including the use of tactical nukes, you have the general idea.
And so my position on the Hobby Lobby case should not be hard to fathom. Today the High Court is hearing arguments from Hobby Lobby, a company owned by the evangelical Green family, and Conestoga Wood Specialties, a Mennonite-run cabinet company. First, kudos to both of these companies for having the courage of their convictions, and for being willing to fight for them.
At stake is whether Christians will be allowed to bring their convictions into the office with them. The Court has already decided in the Citizens United case that corporations have the right to free speech. They are now deciding whether a corporation can act in accordance with the conscience of its shareholders. Obamacare requires that employers of more than 50 persons must provide coverage for abortifacients. This is contrary to basic Christian conviction. Remember this: Pro-lifers fight to save lives. Pro-choicers fight to take choices away.
And now just imagine Obama saying, “If you like your conscience, you get to keep your conscience. Period.”
This case is a significant battle in the long war. Pray for these people who have been assigned this fight. Do not make the mistake of thinking that if the marauders and constitutional pillagers win this battle, they will rest content. No, they will not rest content until we can heat our hospitals with the incinerated bodies of aborted children — like they already do in those regions of the world where Molech has risen, with despair in his wings.