The Red Mass Went Up My Ass
My colonoscopy was a microcosm of what’s about to come to the U.S.
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The John Carroll Society is an organization for Catholic “professionals” in Washington, D.C., including doctors and judges who wear suits underneath their long white medical coats or flowing black robes, meting out a person's fate with the authority of the God they worship at Sunday Mass. As self-described laypeople in service to the Archbishop of Washington, I imagine their interpretation of faith unduly influences their day jobs.
Emboldened or terrified by the fall of Roe v. Wade, doctors and judges make ever more restrictive rulings about whether a pregnant patient, often a mother with living, breathing, clamoring children at home, is septic enough to provide the legal standard of care: a life-saving abortion. Providing anyone an abortion as a legitimate form of health care is—I’ve learned in nearly a decade as an abortion journalist—an oxymoron to a megalomaniac.