National Geographic breathlessly announces: "Even after centuries of effort, some 86 percent of Earth's species have yet to be fully described, according to new study that predicts our planet is home to 8.7 million species. That means scientists have cataloged less than 15 percent of species now alive—and current extinction rates mean many unknown organisms will wink out of existence before they can be recorded."
So let me get this straight...Our Calamity Jane jounalists are now on a crusade to get us to grieve over and mourn the fungi and yeasts we've never known, but we're not to shed a tear for the baby in his mother's womb silently screaming and writhing in pain as his little body is torn apart by a knife welded on the end of a vacuum being wielded by a man paid by the mother to slaughter her child?
Did I have that right?
And while I'm asking questions, am I allowed to make that point as a pastor, or do those R2K (Ridiculous Two Kingdom) men require me to warn all of you that, the extinction of species and slaughter of the unborn being political matters, everything you just read was written with my pastor hat off and my not-speaking-for-Jesus-or-His-Church hat on?
Ridiculous, ain't it?