Just in case I haven’t been clear about how I feel about all of this “war on women!” nonsense, Rep. Joe Walsh (R-Illiois) delivered another of his epic takedown rants during a meeting with constituents over the weekend, with which I feel complete solidarity (and for a similarly excellent assessment of the DNC’s decision to have Sandra Fluke speak at their convention, Lee Doren‘s got it covered). And see, I can say that I agree with Rep. Walsh’s rant, as a young woman, because I am one. Or at least, I think I am. I might not be a real one, to hear the Democrats tell it.

So at the Democratic Convention Wednesday night their first primetime speaker was Sandra Fluke, whatever her name is. Think about this: A 31-32 yr old law student who has been a student for life, who gets up there in front of a national audience and tells the American people, “I want America to pay for my contraceptives.” You’re kidding me. Go get a job. Go get a job Sandra Fluke. …How crazy is this? In a way it’s not her fault, because we teach people this stuff. You go back to fairness, we teach young people this. Don’t worry government will take care of you. …We’re raising Americans who don’t know how to take care of themselves, who feel entitled. This a woman who feels entitled that we all should pay for her contraceptives. This is what we are teaching Americans? That was embarrassing, that was embarrassing.

Done and done. Parting thought from Mark Steyn:

So this is America’s best and brightest — or, at any rate, most expensively credentialed. Sandra Fluke has been blessed with a quarter-million dollars of elite education, and, on the evidence of Wednesday night, is entirely incapable of making a coherent argument. She has enjoyed the leisurely decade-long varsity once reserved for the minor sons of Mitteleuropean grand dukes, and she has concluded that the most urgent need facing the Brokest Nation in History is for someone else to pay for the contraception of 30-year-old children. She says the choice facing America is whether to be “a country where we mean it when we talk about personal freedom, or one where that freedom doesn’t apply to our bodies and our voices” — and, even as the words fall leaden from her lips, she doesn’t seem to comprehend that Catholic institutions think their “voices” ought to have freedom, too, or that Obamacare seizes jurisdiction over “our bodies” and has 16,000 new IRS agents ready to fine us for not making arrangements for “our” pancreases and “our” bladders that meet the approval of the commissars. Sexual liberty, even as every other liberty withers, is all that matters: A middle-school girl is free to get an abortion without parental consent, but if she puts a lemonade stand on her lawn she’ll be fined. What a bleak and reductive concept of “personal freedom.”