In the comedy of errors and terrors that America has experienced over the last few years, all leading up to the revelation and exposure of a badly-made Laurel and Hardy-type attempted coup, the curtain is about to fall, and the participants and traitors about to take their final bows. The only question remaining is, who shall pull the curtain back and expose the wizard and conjurer of the chaos and commotion that almost brought the house down?
Low-level conspirators and schemers, plotters, connivers, accomplices and even collaborators, all to obvious an answer. Even innocent bystanders, who saw, heard about or learned of the Green Bay Sweep, or the counterfeit elector plot, or the brazen coercion and intimidation of state legislators, too obvious a guess. The abysmal B-movie script, written by psycho-intellectuals who outed themselves, was an exercise in fumbling, blundering, bungling and scrabbling never before seen in the annals of American history. But the wizard always in the background, always one step behind the traitors and conspirators, always hidden by the shadows of the darkness that engulfed them. Always hidden behind carefully chosen words and actions that camouflaged and masked his diabolical scheme to steal an election, and a nation.
The wizard is not unlike all arrogant and egotistical actors on a stage. He wants applause. Recognition. Acknowledgement. Credit for his performance, and for his “genius” behind the production, the implementation, the execution and the final realization of his demented dream.
And who shall pull the curtain back after the curtain falls, and the players and traitors come out to take a final bow? No one else but the wizard himself. He must get the spotlight. He must take the final bow. He must be seen as the master and manipulator of all the bit players, the extras, and even those little people, who had to be sacrificed and stepped on in order to get to the stage.
The wizard exposes himself. They always do. They always bring down the curtain on themselves. And the comedy of errors becomes a tragedy and a travesty.
Al Garcia
San Juan
Thinking
abortion
An embryo is a living thing that resides in a woman’s body.
During special occasions, an explosion of tiny sperm, millions of them, will race through a canal in search of her egg and their mission is to fertilize it. When one of the sperm reaches the egg — we’ll call it the winning No. 1 sperm, the race is over. The millions of other competing sperm will simply perish and be washed away.
The egg, the embryo and the sperm are living things and at the time of fertilization, the fertilized embryo will continue to be a living thing and not be aborted. The embryo now has the potential to develop into a human being. But in nature, things sometimes go wrong and the embryo is naturally aborted. This is called a miscarriage.
Since 1970, women who felt the need to end a pregnancy for reasons of their own could do so legally. Women can no longer do this because conservative judges in the Supreme Court have made it against the law — again! Some anti-abortionists believe that having an abortion is the equivalent of murdering a tiny little baby. Fertilized embryos are not tiny little babies. They are just that — fertilized embryos.
What I want to know is this: If in the future a woman suffers a miscarriage, which is an emotional and devastating tragedy to begin with, will her pain and suffering be further exacerbated by her being taken to the hospital for a check-up? You know, just in case it was an abortion and not a miscarriage. If it’s determined that it was an abortion, will the woman be hauled off to jail and charged with murdering her baby? If yes, shouldn’t this be living proof that human intelligence is regressing rapidly at the highest levels of our government?
OK: Abortions are bad, no question about it. But they can also be good. Think about it: If the monsters who murdered 39 beautiful schoolchildren and their teachers had been aborted, the Sandy Hook and Uvalde school shootings would not have happened. Of course, we would have had no way of knowing this, but if we did, wouldn’t we be appreciative?
It’s unfortunate that mothers aren’t blessed with the intuition to foresee what their little babies will be capable of doing, be it good or bad. But is it possible for us to do something about it with the power of prayer? Wouldn’t it be worth a try? There’s nothing wrong with dreaming. And if our creator is listening, it’s very possible!
Italo J. Zarate
Brownsville
