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Supreme Mort: America’s Danse Macabre with Death

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Supreme Mort: America’s Danse Macabre with Death

There has been a flurry of articles in the press recently about a subject which comes up from time to time: Will the United States Supreme Court in its next session overturn Roe v. Wade? The first time this kind of speculation started, at least as far as I can remember, was Planned Parenthood v. Casey (1992). City of Akron v. Akron Center for Reproductive Health (1986) and Webster v. Reproductive Health Services (1989) were important, too, but not nearly as monumental as Casey. Pro-lifers hoped mightily that Roe would be undone then. However, the Supreme Court held in Planned Parenthood v. Casey that Roe was fundamentally sound, that the Constitution of the United States, although the word “abortion” appears nowhere within it, guaranteed the right of a woman to “choose” to end the life growing within her.


As if to drive home the defeat even further, the majority opinion in Casey was written by three justices appointed by Republican presidents.

Even before Planned Parenthood v. Casey, a ruling which should have been smelling salts to anyone still swooning under the illusion that the Supreme Court was someday going to stop the national pastime of infanticide, SCOTUS abortion politics had been as ugly as anything in Washington gets. In 1987, President Ronald Reagan had tried to nominate Robert Bork to the Supreme Court. Bork was not an overt pro-lifer, but he was an outspoken critic of the twisted logic of Roe v. Wade. That was all the “Catholic” senator from Massachusetts, Ted Kennedy, needed to know. Senator Kennedy railed against Bork in an infamous speech opposing Bork’s nomination, alleging that a Justice Robert Bork on the Supreme Court would lead to “back-alley abortions” for American women.

No matter what we do, it seems the death side keeps winning.

Four years later, Congress reached a new low when George H.W. Bush’s nominee for the Supreme Court, the distinguished judge and former Equal Employment Opportunity Commission chairman Clarence Thomas, was subjected to what Thomas called a “high-tech lynching” during his confirmation process.

Thomas’ high-tech lyncher? Joseph Robinette Biden, the “Catholic” “president” of the United States.

Even after Clarence Thomas’ successful appointment to the Supreme Court, Roe continued to sink its claws deeper and deeper into the American government. By the time of President Barack Obama’s administration, it was possible for a “Catholic” Secretary of Health and Human Services to go after a group of pro-life nuns known as The Little Sisters of the Poor ( and still find her boss receiving more than half of the Catholic vote on Election Day ( It became clear that Roe was not a court case, it was a shadow lengthening across our republic.

Truth be told, the anti-human ideology, hell’s own philosophy, which was given a victory in Roe was present long before, too. In the 1927 case Buck v. Bell, for example, famed Supreme Court justice Oliver Wendell Holmes held, when speaking of a woman named Carrie Buck who was alleged to be mentally disabled and who was therefore sterilized against her will on eugenicist grounds, that “three generations of imbeciles are enough.”

The entire Supreme Court went along with that hateful and inhuman declaration, except for one: Pierce Butler, Catholic son of Irish immigrants. Butler had been appointed by Republican president Warren G. Harding, over the noisy opposition of American liberals including, naturally, the KKK. (Democrat president Franklin D. Roosevelt would make up for this oversight by appointing an actual Klansman, Hugo Black, to the Supreme fourteen years after Butler got the nod. (

The culture of death has worked its way into our “American way of life,” such that our way of life is now predicated upon the unfettered access to human sacrifice.

After Butler, the presence of Catholics on the Supreme Court became iffier. The Roe logic was at work and growing stronger. Other Catholic SCOTUS justices, such as Justice Thomas, Justice Antonin Scalia, and Justice Samuel Alito, have taken outspoken positions against the inhuman illogic of Roe. Still other Catholic justices, however, such as Chief Justice John Roberts, Justice Anthony Kennedy (who wrote the cringeworthy majority opinion in Planned Parenthood v. Casey, a piece of nonsense that a high school girl would be embarrassed to include in her diary), and Justice Sonia Sotomayor, have proven much more amenable to letting Roe stand.

It was therefore that last year, when the now-customary meltdown over nominating someone to the Supreme Court revved up with President Donald Trump’s appointment of Amy Coney Barrett, that I respectfully declined to get caught up in the hype. “Elect ACB and end Roe!” went up the hue and cry. Maybe. But to be realistic, maybe not. I suggested in a Remnant piece in September 2020 that the much better choice would be Katrina Jackson (

Why? Because, unlike just about anyone else who might be appointed, former Louisiana state congresswoman Jackson is actually an outspoken pro-lifer. She wrote the Louisiana law which the Supreme Court declared unconstitutional in June Medical Services, LLC v. Russo. June Medical Services was one of the last cases that Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg decided before she died in September of 2020, the event which in turn prompted the frenzy over choosing her replacement. It would have been much safer, I thought, to send to the Supreme Court someone who had defied nearly the entirety of her political party—Katrina Jackson is a Democrat—in support of pro-life positions, than to send a well-credentialed “conservative Catholic” with a pedigree from Notre Dame. Unfortunately, being a Catholic nowadays is the least reliable indicator of whether a given justice will defend human life from the bench.

Marxism, liberalism, eugenics, racism, Nazism, communism, socialism, “fusionism,” all the ideologies of all the hours were but steppingstones to the demonic madness of 2021.

However, now that we are in the swing of SCOTUS prognostications again concerning the fate of Roe, I am even more cynical about the chances of overturning that decision than I was last year. Perhaps I have fallen prey, too, to what I have begun to think of as “Supreme Mort”.

“Supreme Mort” was, at first, a way for me to describe to myself my jaded view of the United States Supreme Court. Pro-lifers have run the gauntlet of anti-life hate time and again, dodging all the nastiness and invective, and actual violence, thrown at us by the “pro-choice” side as we have tried to get yet another vaunted white knight or Joan of Arc appointed to SCOTUS. No matter what we do, it seems the death side keeps winning. The dismembered bodies get dumped into trash cans and those get carted off to landfills, day after day. Future civilizations will go through our garbage heaps and recover dozens of millions of sets of fetal remains and condemn us, if there is any justice, for being an utterly depraved and barbaric nation. Pro-lifers have been trying to stop the killing for nearly fifty years. It continues, and with each new case the Supreme Court seems to reaffirm Roe not just as decision but also as episteme. The meaning of the American government is death, I have been forced to conclude. Reluctantly, I have begun to think of all of the establishment, and not just the Supreme Court, as under the spell of the culture of death.

This larger condemnation of Washington—of the elite-driven culture of death which rules not just our country but, thanks to Klaus Schwab and his puppets, virtually the entire globe—is what I now think of as “Supreme Mort”. Our world is sick, rotten through and through. Mort reigns supreme down here below.

Hell’s rules have supplanted the human institutions which once braced society against the devil’s relentless assaults.

It was ever thus, of course. St. Augustine’s City of God is an essential history lesson for anyone who would glorify the past as a time of greater morality than our own. But this time it’s different. The devil seems to have been given much freer rein now than ever before. Perhaps it was that the flood of grace which the Latin Mass brings was cut down to a trickle after the Second Vatican Council. At this late hour, however we parse the cause, we have only death, and each road that seems to bring us back to the light of life leads to death, too.

So, when I advocated for Katrina Jackson to become the next SCOTUS justice, maybe I was just as deluded as everyone else. Maybe Congresswoman Jackson could have rallied the Supreme Court to overturn Roe. But even if she had, would the country really have listened? Could a nation which has been numbed to the “material girl” crypto-Marxism of “Madonna,” the semi-human bloodsport of “mixed martial arts,” and the gyrational stylings of Britney Spears and Cardi B really bring itself to live without the culture of death? Would one SCOTUS ruling—assuming it was not instantly overturned by “president” Biden’s packing the court with fifty additional justices, all appointed from the ranks of the Clinton Foundation—really snap America out of its long affair with the devil himself?

Consider the case of Andrew Cuomo, for example, to get an idea of how far we have fallen. In January of 2019, the then-governor of New York signed the Reproductive Health Act, one of the most bloodthirsty pieces of legislation since the “Law for the Prevention of Offspring with Hereditary Diseases” ( Governor Cuomo then had landmarks across New York lit up a sickly pink in celebration of a bill which redefined the meaning of “person” in order to allow babies traveling down the birth canal to be cut into pieces and discarded.

(Virginia governor Ralph Northam, an afficionado of racist blackface gags, signed similar legislation into law in April of 2020, seeing Cuomo’s ante and raising it to protect those who murder babies who have already been born.)

Our government, and much of our society, have developed a full-blown addiction to the suffering and murder of children.

When the Chinese coronavirus pandemic hit later in 2019, Gov. Cuomo transformed himself into a compassionate humanitarian, testing out the PR stunts he transparently planned to use when he ran for president in the near future. Meanwhile, Cuomo was committing mass manslaughter in New York’s nursing homes, perhaps seeking to bolster his spreadsheet by adding a culling of New York’s elderly to his already demonstrated record in killing New York’s smallest residents.

This is a horrific list of instances of unapologetic, even proud contempt for human life. And yet, despite these official gubernatorial actions which would have made Nero sit down and take notes, Andrew Cuomo’s downfall this past week was not for any of the above outrages. Cuomo was finally brought down for his Clintonesque habit of pawing and molesting every woman in reach. This is a horror in its own right, and the brave women who came forward and brought down a lecherous monster are to be applauded for stopping his predations. But one might have thought that the vampirish laws declaring open season on infants in the womb would have been sufficient to have Andrew Cuomo put in a straitjacket and placed in a padded cell.

Not so. Americans can live with death now. It seems Americans need death and need to keep having more of it all the time. The culture of death has worked its way into our “American way of life,” such that our way of life is now predicated upon the unfettered access to human sacrifice. Sexual harassment—or, in Cuomo’s case, what appears to be much closer to serial sexual assault—is a stomach-turning crime. Does the #MeToo movement, however, perhaps practice a bit of selectivity in its outrage? I say nothing here of the fact that one of “Vice President” Kamala Harris’ chief rivals for 2024 is now hobbled and eliminated. I mean, rather: Why do #MeToo advocates rightly protest when Andrew Cuomo gropes women, but support him when he green-lights abortionists’ scraping out their uteruses and killing a predominantly female subsection of New York’s population? If fetuses had cell phones and Twitter accounts, wouldn’t #MeToo have an entirely different meaning— “Save me from the scalpel and the vacuum tube”?

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In his 2018 book Why Liberalism Failed, Patrick Deneen frames his critique of liberalism as a critique of an ideology. “Of the three dominant ideologies of the twentieth century—fascism, communism, and liberalism,” Deneen’s publisher says of the book, “only the last remains. This has created a peculiar situation in which liberalism’s proponents tend to forget that it is an ideology and not the natural end-state of human political evolution.” ( But can we admit that things have changed in just the three short years since Deneen’s book became a centerpiece of highbrow conversation about our American condition? I think we have left the realm of ideology altogether and entered demontime, when the world is nakedly in thrall to the devil. Ideology captures little to nothing of the enmity, the raw hatred of the present. Pundits are now releasing books about the dangers of “American Marxism,” but I don’t think “Marxism” comes close to explaining the evil that is abroad now. Look back over the burnt-out cities on the plain and see that, from ages long ago, the same bad spirit has been driving what we once thought of as purely human events. Marxism, liberalism, eugenics, racism, Nazism, communism, socialism, “fusionism,” all the ideologies of all the hours were but steppingstones to the demonic madness of 2021.

It is Supreme Mort which we have the misfortune to witness today. Death rules all. Hell’s rules have supplanted the human institutions which once braced society against the devil’s relentless assaults. The only guide to this witching hour is the Old Testament. Ideology captures our current situation like a ragged spiderweb captures a semi. Open the pages of the prophets of old to read Elijah, Jeremiah, Ezekiel, and Job. We do not have the false luxury any longer of convincing ourselves that we understand our world in human terms, that the categories we impose on society reveal the truth about what is going on. Anyone with eyes to see can know that “critical race theory,” the perversions of the LGBT predators in our schools, the neo-fascism of the self-styled tech lords, the satanic beast-marking of the fetal cell vaccines and the attempt to use those vaccines to control human beings like cattle, and the persecution of faithful Christians and Jews all have nothing to do with “ideology”. The wicked grin on-camera now, too. Nobody bothers anymore to hide behind fancy words and the half-baked ideas of ideologues.

The pattern of the veins in the devil’s wings is the map of the world he now runs. Remember that New York City has become, under Gov. Cuomo’s and his “rival,” Mayor Bill de Blasio, a hotbed of anti-Semitic hatred. This is Supreme Mort. At the political level, the choice we are given is between a twisted misogynist in the governor’s office and a dimwitted glory hound as mayor. They spar in public and insult one another, cheering as the other suffers and writhes. Both quite openly serve the same master, though. Supreme Mort. The culture of death has become the very fabric out of which is spun the daily wickedness of the world.

As the United States—a government which pushes abortion and sodomy on weaker nations and which conducted a whole-of-Deep-State coup d’état against a president who actually had the guts to confront the Roe regime—sinks under the waves of tyranny, I have given up on winning back the Supreme Court. It makes no difference now, I’m afraid. Our government, and much of our society, have developed a full-blown addiction to the suffering and murder of children and the horrible loneliness and psychological scarring which ensues for their mothers. And for a thousand other hateful and anti-human pastimes. Like hell itself, the currency of Washington is cruelty minted in the image of lies. Supreme Mort.

Behold, my fellow Christians: your government is become death, destroyer of worlds (

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Jason Morgan | Remnant Correspondent, TOKYO

Jason Morgan is an associate professor at Reitaku University in Chiba, Japan, where he teaches language, history, and philosophy. He specializes in Japanese legal history. He’s published four books in Japanese and two book-length Japanese-to-English translations. His work has also appeared at Japan Forward, New Oxford Review, Crisis, Modern Age, University BookmanChronicles, and Clarion Review.