What’s in a name — or yet another reason Sandra Fluke bothers me

A fluke is a one time thing, a bizarre coming together of circumstances that cannot be relied upon to occur on a regular basis.  We’ll hope that Sandra Fluke falls into this category, because she’s been a headache.  (Although, I suspect, for many outside of New York, Los Angeles, and San Francisco, her arguments, and the defenses the MSM offers on her behalf, have been enlightening to say the least.)

I realized this morning that Fluke’s name is even more apt than being a reminder that she represents a peculiar moment in history.  This gal is advancing a form of parasitism — she wants to live off of insurance companies.  She doesn’t just want insurance for the actual flukes in her life — the unexpected moments that are impossible to plan — but, instead, wants permanent lifestyle maintenance from a third party.

Sandra Fluke, may I introduce you to the Liver Fluke, another parasite?

Are these names a coincidence?  I think not.

By the way, you might have noticed that I don’t often link to Mark Steyn anymore.  It’s not because he is less brilliant than he used to be.  He’s just as brilliant as ever.  It’s just that his articles really depress me.  Today, however, his article was so brilliant on the flukiness of American politics that I got past my depression, and really have to share it with you:

As I said, I’m on the other side of the planet, so maybe I’m not getting this. But I’d say the core issue here is not religious liberty — which in these Godless times the careless swing voter now understands as a code phrase meaning that uptight Republicans who can’t get any action want to stop you getting any, too.

Nor is the core issue liberty in its more basic sense — although it would certainly surprise America’s founders that their republic of limited government is now the first nation in the developed world to compel private employers to fully fund the sex lives of their employees.

Nor is it even the distinctively American wrinkle the Republic of Paperwork has given to governmentalized health care, under which the “right to privacy” the Supreme Court claimed to have discovered in Griswold v. Connecticut and Roe v. Wade will now lead to thousands and thousands of self-insuring employers keeping computer records of the morning-after pills and herpes medication racked up by Miss Jones on reception.

Read the rest here.

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  • 11B40


    While I’ve only seen a limited number of images of Ms. Fluke during her fifteen minutes of infamy, I have to confess that I don’t see anything that exactly screams “Heterosexual !!!” at me, which kind of begs the question about her actual, as opposed to her professed, need for contraception in her seemingly unending quest for sexual gratification. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course. Perhaps she’s an undercover entrepreneur looking to corner the contraceptive resale market.



    😉 …and I thought it was just me alone in my thoughts. 

    “A fluke is a one time thing, a bizarre coming together of circumstances that cannot be relied upon to occur on a regular basis.”       

    It’s also a bottom-feeding fish.   

  • Michael Adams

    No, Sadie, you were definitely  not alone.  We were all just averting our eyes and trying not to cause any further complications. “Least said, soonest mended.”


    Michael, when is it a ‘fluke’ and when does it become a pattern. I find “All the President’s Women less than femme fatale (Jarrett, Tchen, Siegel….).      

    Michelle Obama’s prom date describes their high school …

  • Michael Adams

    Fatal, perhaps. to Liberty .  Personally, I fail to understand the attraction.

  • Charles Martel

    I’ve been waiting, and waiting, for the putatively Catholic Georgetown U to denounce Fluke’s parasitical sluttiness.
    Alas, I guess I’ll wait in vain.
    With some great exceptions, the Jesuits have become a smarmy group of limp-wristed, linp-minded sycophants to the zeitgeist. I hear the Episcopalians are looking for some new blood.

  • Michael Adams

    Sadly, Chuck, they don’t want YOUR blood.  OTOH, there are various runaway Anglican bodies that would immediately fit you for a new helmet and shield.  St Francis Anglican Parish of Austin, for example, has our own chapter of the Anglican Society of St. Gabriel Possenti, patron saint of handguns and their users. Our men’s guild is named for St. Polycarp.  Out wives say it’s because we complain (carp)a lot, but we do a lot of barbecue, and we hope to be steadfast in old age, so it seems to fit. Not a limp wrist in the lot.
    Oh, we also have a chapter of Anglicans for life.  We’re pretty hard core all around.

  • 11B40


    SADIE:  at #2

    Part of my almost Irish heritage was G.B. Shaw’s advice that if you can’t keep your skeletons in the closet (not necessarily that kind of closet), make them dance.  It’s so pitiful that all those advanced dergreed media types can so easily disregard the basics of their alleged profession and let certain assertions go on unexamined.

    M. Martel:  at #6

    Back in 1965, my father sent me off to the Jesuits to see what they could do to develop my intellect and my character. Part of his sales pitch was that they were God’s “Green Berets”. Lo, how the mighty have fallen!

    Michael Adams:  at #7

    I’m not so sure that M. Martel and the Anglicans would be that good of a combination. There seems to be a bit of history that might get in the way.


  • http://ymarsakar.wordpress.com Ymarsakar

    Reading the New York Times and the rest of the Main Sewer Media doesn’t depress you, Book?


  • http://ymarsakar.wordpress.com Ymarsakar

    There’s a reason why I didn’t pay attention to politics the last 2-3 years.