More than a few viewers were left confused and unsettled by the recent Saturday Night Live segment, where Cecily Strong came out during the show's Weekend Update segment dressed as "Goober the Clown (who had an abortion at age 23)."
It was difficult to tell what the point of Strong's performance was, though pro-abortion progressives celebrated it afterwards as an important defense of abortion rights. This is where the legal abortion movement has come to – dressing like clowns, honking bicycle horns, and donning googley-eyes while attempting to provide justification for ending the life of tiny human beings.
Intellectually, the line separating Ruth Bader Ginsburg and Goober the Clown was always thin, but at least there used to be a noticeable attempt to feign logical credibility on the Left. Now, even minus the face paint and balloon animals, the case for abortion has imploded in a mirage of self-centered emotionalism.
About the only place that fact isn't known and readily accepted is in the minds of abortion activists themselves, where they remain convinced that such a bizarre and exceedingly unsightly spectacle like Goober's was, as the Los Angeles Times humiliatingly put it, "a powerful abortion statement."
Not that the L.A. Times deserves to be taken seriously, given their unashamed rebellion against science betrayed by this daft line:
Strong's Goober the Clown educated audiences on 'clown abortion,' using clowns as a proxy for people who can become pregnant.
"People who can become pregnant." Progressives, like those at the L.A. Times writing puff pieces for television train wrecks, somehow manage to convince themselves they are defending the rights of women all while they simultaneously erase their very identity in submission to science-averse transgender ideology. It's a breathtaking lack of self-awareness.
That same thing can be said for Cecily Strong, whose clown oration was reprinted by the Times:
"Here's my truth," Strong said in a high-pitched, chipmunk-y tone after inhaling helium from a balloon. "I wouldn't be a clown on TV here today if it weren't for the abortion I had the day before my 23rd birthday."
First of all, like all of us, Strong doesn't possess "her truth." She possesses "her experience," or in this case, "her opinion." Masking a self-absorbed interpretation of your own existence with the word "truth" doesn't make a person's choices any more morally justifiable. Truth does exist, and Cecily's actions, like yours and mine, are held to its objective standard.
The real question then isn't whether or not Strong feels her wealth, fame, and professional success were worth literally sacrificing the life of her son or her daughter. The question is whether one person's pursuit of happiness should ever supersede the fundamental right of another innocent, separate, distinct human being to live.
But that is the question that activists like Strong don't want to engage, so they dress up like clowns and crack jokes instead.
"Clowns have been helping each other end their pregnancies since the caves. It's gonna happen. So it ought to be safe, legal and accessible. We will not go back to the alley. I mean, the last thing anyone wants is a bunch of dead clowns in a dark alley."
Though the number of so-called "back alley abortions" before Roe v. Wade was decided has always been ludicrously exaggerated in order to intentionally create the impression that abortion somehow saved human lives, it's also a red herring. Murder occurs despite laws against it, so would it be logical to simply legalize murder since "it's gonna happen?" Child molesting occurs despite all our efforts to stop it, so should we just make it "safe, legal and accessible" since "it's gonna happen?"
If something is morally imprudent, you don't legalize it just so that immoral act can be done "safely." Further, when the objective of the act in question is the end of another human life, that act is not "safe" in any circumstance.
Cecily is right in saying that no one wants dead clowns – or women – in a dark alley. I would merely add that no one should want dead babies in medical waste dumpsters either. Our culture shouldn't abandon scared 23-year-old females who think their only chance at a future is to build it on the grave of her own child. And our culture shouldn't abandon helpless preborn babies whose only chance for survival is our collective commitment to the primacy of human rights.
We can want them both. We can love them both. We can celebrate them both. Failure to do so is as grossly unfunny as Saturday Night Live.
