Green jackets: Women at Augusta National

If sports isn't your gig, you may have missed that Augusta National, home of one of the most prestigious events in all of sport, The Masters, will be admitting women to the formerly all-male club. Yep, former Secretary of State Condoleeza Rice and another woman, the CEO for some company, will be donning the green jacket later this fall.

Needless to say, the MSM lauds the decision like it is some kind of Emmancipation Proclamation. ESPN's Rick Reilly took the opportunity to stick his thumbs in his ears and nyah-nyah the Royal and Ancient Golf Club of Great Britain for being some kind of Neanderthal organization of club-wielding maroons because they haven't entered the twenty-first century and retain their all-male status. With his nose at an altitude approaching geo-synchronous orbit, he avers that this male only policy "has to change."

The question must come back, "Why?"

Let's drive right to the heart of fundamental freedoms. Can a private group on private land admit and restrict any from membership for any reason that they choose? If you say no, why do you say no?

Can Boy Scouts be for boys only? Can Girl Scouts be for girls? If not, why not?

Here's the rub. Men and women are different. Were you watching the Olympics? Is it sexist to have women's gymnastics and men's gymnastics? And in other sports, when has a top of her game woman ever been able to compete with the top of his game man? We are different, but not just physically.

There is something to be said for male-bonding, for the fostering of esprit and fellowship. There was a time when such was welcomed, when in such organizations and fellowships the ideas of constitutional republics and free enterprise were honed. Why in the name of all that is sacred would we besmirch such an entity and neuter its very existence by admitting a woman?

From the dark depths of the human heart (Jeremiah 17:9) comes this covetousness (pronounced "kuhv-i-tuhs-ness"), this green-eyed envy for the green jacket that another wears. Being born in poverty does not give anyone any right to Bill Gates' fortune. Being born with certain reproductive plumbing does not give me the right to compete in women's olympic volleyball. None. Them's just the cards we've been dealt.

So should we rejoice because feminist groups and the liberal media have pressured August National to alter its very identity, or should we weep? 

Me? I'm a bumming unit.