By Elizabeth DiNovella on October 31, 2012

This week, Eric Cantor's "Young Guns" Super PAC jumped into Wisconsin's 7th congressional district race by airing an ad that glosses over Representative Sean Duffy's extreme record on women's health care. Instead, the ad features two women swooning over Duffy, calling him "the cute one" in the race.

The first-term Congressman may be good-looking, but his policies for women? Not so much.

He's voted twice to block Planned Parenthood from receiving any federal funds, voted to allow hospitals to refuse to provide emergency abortion care to women who could die without it, and has been endorsed by the Wisconsin Right to Life PAC in 2012. Duffy earned a score of zero by NARAL Pro-Choice America.

Last week in a debate with his challenger, Democrat Patrick Kreitlow, Duffy called NARAL "disgusting." He also said, when asked about his position on abortion, that "life begins at conception" and that the government should "protect life at conception." He did not say whether he believed there should be any exceptions for rape or incest.

"Just in time for Halloween, Duffy's allies are dressing him and his record as moderate," says Tom McDonald, spokesman for Kreitlow for Congress. "Rolling back the clock on women's health, supporting legislation to redefine rape and defund Planned Parenthood, supporting radical personhood legislation, and calling women's health groups disgusting is not 'cute.'"

If you liked this story by Elizabeth DiNovella, the Culture Editor of The Progressive magazine, check out her story "Lady Parts Justice."

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Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more 
of everything ready made. Be afraid 
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery 
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card 
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something 
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know. 
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord. 
Love the world. Work for nothing. 
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it. 
Denounce the government and embrace 
the flag. Hope to live in that free 
republic for which it stands. 
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man 
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers. 
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.

Say that the leaves are harvested 
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus 
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion—put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come. 
Expect the end of the world. Laugh. 
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts. 
So long as women do not go cheap 
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy 
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep 
of a woman near to giving birth? 
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head 
in her lap. Swear allegiance 
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos 
can predict the motions of your mind, 
lose it. Leave it as a sign 
to mark the false trail, the way 
you didn’t go. Be like the fox 
who makes more tracks than necessary, 
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Wendell Berry is a poet, farmer, and environmentalist in Kentucky. This poem, first published in 1973, is reprinted by permission of the author and appears in his “New Collected Poems” (Counterpoint).

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