The Old Blog in the Desert

Now, folks, gather ‘round and lend an ear to the latest chapter of American absurdity–a tale so rich in foolishness that even the Carson River would blush to tell it.

It seems Nevada, that grand stretch of desert and dice, had a law passed back in 1985–a simple enough notion–sayin’ that if a young’un wanted an abortion, their folks ought to get told first. You know–like parents are for birthdays, broken arms, and everything else that matters.

But quicker than you can say, “rabbit in a briar patch,” the law was tied up and tucked away, all because of Roe v. Wade, which back then gave folks the notion that the Constitution had a secret footnote about killing babies.

Fast-forward to 2022, when the Supreme Court, perhaps tired of pretending otherwise, sent Roe packing.

Nevada’s dusty old law stirred in its slumber, ready to rise and mind the children. That is until U.S. District Court Judge Anne Traum–with the solemnity of a cat pawing a ball of yarn–granted Planned Parenthood’s wish to pause the whole affair.

Let’s not mistake ourselves–Planned Parenthood don’t deal in healthcare, no matter what pretty banners they sew. Their business is the death of babies, neat and clinical as a bank ledger, and they fight for that grim trade like a gambler fights for a full deck.

In her wisdom or some pale imitation of it, the judge told Planned Parenthood they could ask the 9th Circuit Court to keep the law on ice a little longer, provided they hustle and file their papers in a week.

And so, the law that Nevada once had but never used, then thought finally to use, will keep sleeping–at least for now–while the great wheel of the courts turns slow and crooked, like an old mule heading uphill.

One’s tempted to believe that common sense might someday catch up, but like good whiskey and honest politicians, it’s always in short supply.