The Pope in Africa

An interesting article on National Review Online about His Holiness Pope Benedict’s visit to Africa, and the (as expected) public displays of ignorance by the mainstream press on the matter. Ignoring everything but the particular object of their obsession, the mainstream press dismisses the Holy Father as being unrealistic and out of touch when it comes to the Church teaching on condom use. The argument is that people must have sex under any and all conditions, even at the risk of their lives, and their behavior cannot be modified; and furthermore that condoms prevent the spread of AIDS. (Both claims are false-to-facts, even simpleminded, but the reality-based community congratulates themselves on being rational, progressive and scientific about the matter.)

One interesting point made here, and notunrelated to an earlier conversation in this space, is that many Africans do not want to use condoms to hinder the spread of AIDS because — wait for it — they are married polygamists trying to get their wives pregnant. In other words, they are not engaging in what the Progressives call ‘sex’ (because when they use the word they mean seeking sexual gratification with a short term partner). They are engaging in what sane people call ‘sex’ (because when we use that we, are engaging in the act of sexual reproduction aiming at, or at least open to, sexual reproduction).

Hm. Let us see what Merlin the Magician says about what Progressives call sex: 

Sulva is she whom mortals call the Moon. She walks in the lowest sphere. The rim of the world that was wasted goes through her. Half of her orb is turned toward us and shares our curse. Her other half looks to Deep Heaven; happy would be he who could cross that frontier and see the fields on her further side. On this side, the womb is barren and the marriages are cold. There dwell an accursed people, full of pride and lust. There when a young man takes a maiden in marriage, they do not lie together, but each lies with a cunningly fashioned image of the other, made to move and to be warm by deveilsh arts, for real flesh will not please them, they are so dainty (delicati) in their dreams of lust. Their real children they fabricate by vile arts in a secret place.