The divide between America’s culture of life and Hollywood’s culture of death will not be on any wider display than this Sunday night, via the Academy Awards.
From the movies the Academy has chosen to laud to its vulgar host, it is clear it has determined to spit in the faces of pro-lifers.
Last week, Matt Drudge exposed what Chris Rock, this year’s Oscar night emcee, quipped during a recent comedy act.
“Abortion, it’s beautiful, it’s beautiful abortion is legal,” joked Rock. “I love going to an abortion rally to pick up women, cause you know they are f—ing.”
Some say Rock was actually making a sarcastic indictment against abortion. That could be, and his comment did open my eyes a little wider on the exploitive nature of abortion. Nevertheless, the joke was repulsive, and any comedian who would use abortion to get a laugh is the last comedian in the world I want to watch on television. Abortion is the unfunniest topic in the world.
Two movies the Academy has put forth as its best efforts of the last year are incredibly biased vehicles to propagandize abortion and euthanasia respectively, “Vera Drake” and “Million Dollar Baby.”
You’ve likely heard about the shocking end of “Million Dollar Baby” only from friends. Its ads and trailers give no clue to its real agenda.
“Million Dollar Baby” has received seven Academy Award nominations, including best picture, best director, best actor and best actress. It is the story of a crusty boxing trainer, played by Clint Eastwood, falling in love with his young prot?g?, played by Hillary Swank. But the story takes an unexpected turn when Eastwood euthanizes Swank after she breaks her neck. Euthanasia is the latest societal taboo the left has chosen to glamorize. “Million Dollar Baby” has only grossed $55.3 million to date.
I would never have paid money to see what may be the most egregious pro-abortion film ever made, “Vera Drake,” had I not considered it my homework duty. Hardly anyone else has paid to see it, either. It has grossed less than $3 million, and it peaked at No. 19 at the box office.
Still, “Vera Drake” has been nominated for three Academy Awards – best director, best original screenplay, and best actress.
Set in England in the 1950s, “Vera Drake” is about a kindly middle-aged female abortionist.
The movie’s first 10 minutes squeeze in Drake attending to an invalid friend, caring for her bedridden mother, inviting a lonely neighbor to dinner, bustling about as a hardworking cleaning woman and singing while mashing potatoes for her doting husband and two loving children. Her middle name is “Rose,” her husband calls her a “diamond,” and even her brother-in-law says she has a “heart of gold.”
Against that backdrop we are then introduced to Drake’s greatest philanthropic work, aborting girls and women in desperate situations, such as the mother with seven children already and a wacko husband.
Not one drop of blood or baby body part is ever seen. Drake aborts hygienically by catheterizing soapy water into a pregnant mother’s uterus. She instructs that in a couple days there will be a little bleeding and to sit on the toilet and “wait for it to come away.” She reassures there will be no pain. Abortion couldn’t be tidier.
There are multiple shots of Drake scrubbing her hands well before each abortion. The word “disinfectant” is used often. The word “abortion” is not.
And of course, Drake takes no money for this charity work.
Drake is finally arrested for the first near-death she causes in 20 years of aborting and sentenced to two and a half years in prison, where she meets up with other kindly middle-aged female abortionists who together talk about the sleazy abortionists who use knitting needles, yet somehow escape prison.
The moral of the story is that abortion is 1) an act of kindness, 2) committed only for rape (yes, of course there’s a rape scene), destitution or some other unavoidably necessary reason, 3) usually performed by good-hearted, scrupulous people, and 4) legalizing it will fix all its problems. Every last second of “Vera Drake” is filled with lies about abortion.
So, those are the lowlights of your exciting Academy Awards line-up, an event that will spend three hours mocking pro-life values.
But I know how to get back at Hollywood, a society that is so narcissistic it becomes unglued if not given constant attention.
Thus, the best way to get back at Hollywood is to ignore it: Abort Sunday night’s Academy Awards from your television screen.