Another Day in which Satire Dies

So today is the day in which women's bodies can prevent rape from causing them to become pregnant and self-published racist novels are bravely antiracist.  What a fascinating fucking modern world we inhabit.

The fact that both these things, ridiculous on their face, made it through someone's mind, through all the filters, all the checks and balances, and came out into the world at all upsets me.  Someone thought, in each case, they could get away with it.  Someone thinks, in at least one case, that they were still getting away with it.  

It also upsets me how much the non-apology has become the artform of the 21st century (I have seen the Weird Tales retraction and apology.  I am not impressed.  I am glad they are not printing the excerpt, but that's as much credit as I am willing to give them).  In both cases, there is the sense that the sorrow is in being caught in the act, not for the act itself.  Acts which, in at least one case, will cost lives and in both serve to damage the intelligence of a nation.

Oh my feels.  Except that one day, something this ridiculous is going to make it through without comment.  And then another and another, and what is ridiculous on its face controls the destinies of real people who really live and breathe in this world of ours.  How many of my countrymen believe the earth is 6000 years old, again.  Don't tell me.  I need to go to work tomorrow and accomplish things while I am there.

I don't think that the two statements scale.  Akin's words have the real and imminent chance to change laws so to end and ruin lives, where Kaye's promotion of Hoyt's book - well, there is always a chance her book will hurt  above and beyond being another god damned aggression in the parade of god damned aggressions that marginalized folks get every god damned day, but I don't *think* it's as likely to cost someone their life.  

I could be wrong.  I could always be wrong.

Anyway, such is another day.