They have enshrined into law our American idol. They did it by majority vote and with the stroke of a pen and there the idol was for all the world to see. The enshrinement has been a long time coming, but it's here, the American Baal and Moloch all rolled into one standing astride the land like a giant Colloseus.
Only the American Idol doesn't go by the name of Baal or Moloch, it goes by the name of "Comfort," in particular, "My Comfort." It has other names too, names such as, "Convenience" or "My Right." The worshippers bowed down then rose up and cheered when the Comfort stood in place. They laughed; their was joy in their land at last, at long last. It is evidence of the paganization of a culture.
The idol Comfort, like Moloch, will demand its sacrifices and the worshippers stand ready to provide them by the millions. The sacrifices aren't animal or vegetable, they're human, babies to be exact, babies demanded by the insatiable maw of Molech. The worshippers will make such sacrifices because those sacrifices are adjudged to have impinged upon their comfort or have violated their supposed right to choose. Their comfort has been codified into statute.
The sacrifices, by law, can be made even as the worshipper is in labor to deliver or in some cases, as some worshippers advocate, upon delivery. With the law, amid the cheering, and the joy at the sight of the American idol, a moral rot has entered the land.
Bob Barr said it well, "The moral abyss into which it is drawing us, however, is cold and dark."
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