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BY Mark Shea
(which, of course, it was) here is a video that makes the same point I was making yesterday about our civilizational failure of nerve. The problem is not and never has been “too many people”. The problem is that we create the roadblocks and impediments to getting earth’s abundance to people who have the right to it. Something—power, money, comfort, greed, [insert idol here] becomes more important than human beings made in the image and likeness of God and so people are left to starve rather than change the human system that is blocking the supply of food from reaching starving people. Our lazy and cowardly First World insistence that brown people need to die, contracept and abort so that we don’t have to be bothered with the problem is just Chattering Class pseudoknowledge masquerding as “enlightenment”. What this world needs is a lot more Norman Borlaugs and a lot fewer Paul Erlichs.“Spirit,” said Scrooge, with an interest he had never felt before, “tell me if Tiny Tim will live.”
“I see a vacant seat,” replied the Ghost, “in the poor chimney-corner, and a crutch without an owner, carefully preserved. If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, the child will die.”
“No, no,” said Scrooge. “Oh, no, kind Spirit! say he will be spared.”
“If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, none other of my race,” returned the Ghost, “will find him here. What then? If he be like to die, he had better do it, and decrease the surplus population.”
Scrooge hung his head to hear his own words quoted by the Spirit, and was overcome with penitence and grief.
“Man,” said the Ghost, “if man you be in heart, not adamant, forbear that wicked cant until you have discovered What the surplus is, and Where it is. Will you decide what men shall live, what men shall die? It may be, that in the sight of Heaven, you are more worthless and less fit to live than millions like this poor man’s child. Oh God! to hear the Insect on the leaf pronouncing on the too much life among his hungry brothers in the dust!”