Tim Tebow gives me another reason to hate him
February 2, 2010
As if I needed another reason. I’m not sure if you’ve read my rantings about Tim Tebow (or, really, the whole Tebow family) but rest assured, I hate them. It’s not because I’m angry that some white QB won the Heisman as a sophomore or broke NCAA football rushing records (although, as a die-hard USC Trojans fan, that might be just cause for my hatred). No, it is because, on the whole, I do not trust missionaries (not to be confused with the missionary position, which I both trust, and practice, when prudent). There is nothing inherently wrong with informing those interested about their various religious options and helping them find God, in whatever form that takes. I do, however, seek exception with the notion that there exist entire groups of people in need of “saving.” I debated with myself over going into another long rant here about the history of missionary work in eviscerating local culture and crushing individualism, but I think, perhaps, I’ll save that for a later date and time.
This brings me to the current reason to be angry wit the Tebow family. I read this interesting article today (linked here) that discusses a 30-second TV spot which will air during the Super Bowl. It will be a short add featuring Tim Tebow and his mother advocating for the Pro-Life movement. Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t think the Tebow family should be making life and death decisions for potential expectant mothers everywhere. The article linked above enters into greater detail about the various manipulations of truth employed to project a certain message, but, needless to say, the basic premise of the ad is that if you abort your fetus, you might miss out on having a kid who will someday win the Heisman trophy. it seems like, following that logic, one might support abortions everywhere because any un-aborted fetus could end up becoming the next Hitler (Jeffrey Dahmer, etc. etc.). If you know your baby might be evil (and I think mothers just get a sense of this thing – too much unnecessary kicking, food cravings that are just TOO bizarre etc.) for God’s sake, choose death. In summation: Tim Tebow, I still hate you. Please, spend your time on TV telling me which shoes to buy or what flavor Gatorade to drink – just leave the uterus’ of the world to their own devices.