Abort the antichrist!

Steven Glover, floundering under reality’s famed left-wing bias, posits this scenario:

Imagine that you were a brilliant young playwright who had conceived a play about the destructive psychological effects which abortion can have on women. Mr Stephenson or his sidekicks would not clap you on the back. You would be shown the door, if you had ever been let through it.

Steven Glover, “Our cultural elite rejects middle-class values and censors debate”

I’m not sure what would happen in the case of a “brilliant young playwright” but I do know that there are opportunities for the mass-market drama hack  to get their woman-hating thing on at the BBC.  I never thought I’d get to boast that I watch more primetime telly than Steven Glover, because I watch almost no primetime telly at all. But on 4 December, I know from my notebook that I was babysitting and watching “some shit with Judge John Deed in a dogcollar stomping all over an abortion clinic.”

apparitions

The show was Martin Shaw vehicle Apparitions, with Shaw as authority-figure-gone-edgy Father Jacob, hunting demons – which this episode, happened to be resident in an abortion clinic. The show breezily accepted that Father Jacob was entitled to stalk the waiting rooms and the operating theatres in search of demons to cast out, offered up the chirpy irony of a nurse from the clinic having her brain sucked out her skull in imitation of late-term abortion, and then had Shaw conduct the climactic exorcism in the consulting room to the chorussing cries of the million, million unborn.

Vindictive towards abortion providers, emotively pushing the child-killing line, breezily installing an old celibate as the arbiter of fertility in the fictional clinic – although I suppose it was marginally left of Catholic doctrine, in that it did accept the necessity of abortion in the case of demonic possession. Someone at the BBC really should have seen about getting a review copy over to the Daily Mail.

© Sarah Ditum, 2009

3 thoughts on “Abort the antichrist!

  1. I also like this bit:

    ‘The Right-wing authors who have written for the BBC over the past 30 years can be numbered on the fingers of one hand.’

    I was talking to some Christians the other day – the properly mad kind who think that Noah’s ark was real – and one thing that struck me is how confidently they fling out ‘facts’ that you’d need, at minimum, wikipedia and ten minutes of spare time to prove weren’t true. The sad fact is, I haven’t always got ten minutes, and even though I’m sure more than five right-wing authors have written for the BBC since I WAS BORN, I simply can’t be bothered to check. If I was a Daily Mail reader, I would probably talk Glover at his word. Since I’m not, I’ll simply call him an arsehole.

  2. Heh, I have a post in the works about how columnists are just wrong all the time. Get a photo byline and you never have to pass things through a factcheck again, apparently.

  3. Thanks for not pointing out my misuse of the words ‘minimum’ and ‘talk’ in a post about fact-checking. Hugs!

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