The casual matter of factness with which so many doctors recommend the murder of a human being. Many handicapped turn out to be a great joy in the life of a family, training everyone in unconditional love. “Love” in our society is so conditional, utilitarian, what do you do for me? What can you produce? What do you consume? Sick! Pagan!
What’s ironic to me is the fact that during the ‘60s when the anti-war, hippie crowd started gaining momentum in society, everything was about FEELINGS.
“If it feels good , do it”-“peace”, and so on. Life was precious. Then the Margaret Sanger crowd got their hooks into a lot of them, life wasn’t so precious anymore.