Try to imagine....
Imagine that you love somebody with a profound developmental disability. Imagine that you have come to admire this person. Imagine that you have seen so much joy and beauty and dignity in this person that one of the best compliments that anybody could give you is to say that they see a bit of him in you. You love this person more than words can say.
You realize that much of the rest of the world looks at him and sees somebody who is "retarded" and "deformed", but you see a masterpiece of God's handiwork.
Imagine a candidate for President who chooses as a running mate somebody who can see that joy and beauty and dignity, who is able to see your loved one as a masterpiece of God's handiwork. Not as "defective", but as an example of a Divine perfection.
Imagine how desperately you would want to see that person in office -- that person who sees your loved one as a worthwhile and valuable human, even though the rest of the world sees him as something subhuman, to be shunted away in an institution if by some mistake "it" is allowed to be born in the first place.
Now imagine that this candidate, who is ready to value and embrace your loved one, is defeated. Imagine instead that a candidate is elected who does not see the beauty and value in your loved one. And imagine seeing massive celebrations of this election. An election that seems to you to be a referendum on the value of your loved one. A referendum declaring that his value is less than zero. That he's a burden. That he should have been weeded out in the womb, and if that failed, stuck in a closet and left to die.
Over half the country is doing the happy dance that babies just like my loved one will continue be put to death, and in ever greater numbers -- preferably before birth, but after birth if necessary.
Give me a while to be heartbroken about that before you gloat, Obama supporters. Try to understand that I really do love somebody who most people just see as "retarded" and "deformed".
But you can go ahead with the snarky comments: "Okay! You're retarded! You're deformed!" Because then you'd just be telling me that I'm like M. And you can't insult me by comparing me to one of the most remarkable human beings I've ever met, a man I love and admire deeply.
If you can't see his value, that's no reflection on him, or on me. And I can feel compassion for you as I'd feel compassion for a blind man who can never see the beauty of a Monet, a deaf man who can never hear the beauty of Mozart, a lonely man who doesn't know the loving smile of a friend.
I just wish you could feel compassion for those of us who love those you see as unlovable.