A Moral Universe Torn Apart

"I am not ashamed," a young woman says into a camera. "I am not ashamed."

The woman is Leyla Josephine of Glasgow, and she is a self-described feminist performance artist. She is reading a poem titled "I Think She Was a She" -- a poem lauded by The Huffington Post as "unapologetic. ... She ardently declares her power over her body as she reminds us that a woman exercising her right to choose is not uncommon -- and should never be shamefully brushed under the rug."

What, exactly, is this poem? It's Josephine recounting her abortion of her unborn daughter. She notes, "I know she was a she and I think she would've looked exactly like me. I would've told her stories about her grandfather, we could've fed the swans at Victoria Park." Then, however, she reveals just what she's done: "I would've supported her right to choose. To choose a life for herself, a path for herself. I would've died for that right like she died for mine. I'm sorry, but you came at the wrong time."

You came at the wrong time. Therefore, murder is justified.

At least Josephine has the intellectual honesty to admit that her daughter was in fact a daughter, not some fictional ball of tissue. But by blithely signing away her daughter's life in the name of convenience, Josephine becomes the emissary of a deep and abiding evil. Her lie that she would lay down her life for the right of her child to choose life, when it is eminently clear that she would not even sacrifice an iota of inconvenience to avoid killing her own child, is morally sickening. Her child did not choose to die for her convenience. Her child had no such choice.

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But Josephine doesn't care. "Don't you mutter murder on me," Josephine spits.

Meanwhile, an ocean away, the creator of Obamacare, Dr. Ezekiel Emanuel, has written an equally nausea-inducing piece in which he stumps for death at 75 years of age. Not merely death for himself, mind you -- death for everyone. "My father illustrates the situation well," Emanuel writes, in coldly eugenic fashion. "About a decade ago, just shy of his 77th birthday, he began having pain in his abdomen. ... He had in fact had a heart attack, which led to a cardiac catheterization and ultimately a bypass. Since then, he has not been the same." Emanuel's father is 87, and says he is happy. That doesn't matter. He's no longer useful, according to Emanuel.

Emanuel sees wondrous good for the rest of us in sending the elderly to the "Logan's Run" carousel -- after all, "We want to be remembered as independent, not experienced as burdens ... [leaving our grandchildren] with memories framed not by our vivacity but by our frailty is the ultimate tragedy."

If America was built on life, liberty and pursuit of happiness, today's leftist death cult devalues the first and destroys the second in pursuit of the third. And, in the end, there will be no happiness, for happiness is not ceaseless hedonism but living a moral and responsible life. Apparently, we dismissed that definition of happiness long ago. The result: an un-civilization of Leyla Josephines and Ezekiel Emanuels.