Sunday, 4 September 2016

Carry On, Fathers

When I returned to my home town, here in Southern California, after having lived abroad for many years, one of the first things that I noticed, about ‘changes,’ was a big billboard at a somewhat main street corner near my flat.  On it was the picture of a successful-looking black woman, standing there looking down on us, or at least, at the camera, with her hands proverbially on her hips, with the tag line saying:  “My budget.  My rules.”

What.  A.  Stunner.

What has happened to my country since I was here last, I wondered.  And it set me to thinking…

In the America that I grew up in, that is to say, in the post-war era - excuse me; that’s WWII - fathers were for: -

* Bringing home the bacon.  And looking for ways to better themselves, and consequently, their families.

* Teaching their kids respect - first, of their mothers, and then outwards to other people, particularly their elders - and discipline.  (“You just wait until your Father comes home.”)

* Teaching their boy children about things like how to throw a football, and about wet dreams,1 and to be careful with girls so as not to end their growing-up years too soon, in the responsibility of raising a family.

* Teaching their kids how to hunt and fish, and how to start a fire, to prepare their catch for the evening meal.2 

* Passing on to their children the wisdom gained from their trek through life. 

Nowadays (and of course I generalize here, to make a point), fathers are for: - 

* Getting out of the way - and just as far as possible - so that the Welfare Lady won’t catch them hanging around the house, and thus stopping the bacon from coming in via a monthly check from the gubment.  Thus teaching their children to have no respect for them, much less for other people. 

* Teaching their kids, by their example, how to get your way in life, by doing such things as starting a fire in the neighborhood businesses, so that in the chaos, they can learn how to snatch and run.  
   (And so much for teaching them respect for others, and for others’ property.)

I, of course, exaggerate.

But not by much.

And not to 'single' out just black Americans in this caper.3  It is true across the board, in the creation of a welfare class, for political purposes.  So - across the board - I ask.  Plead.  Beg, even:

Come on, fathers.  Wake up to your responsibilities.  How can you expect to become a god, with a creation of your own, if you don’t???

P.S. And then there is the story that Native American boys, when they come of age, are taught by their fathers to go on a Quest, that involves going out into nature, and finding something - a stone, the moss on a tree branch, a tree, the ripples on a stream - that seems to speak to them, and sitting down with it, and listening - for however long it takes - to what it has to say to them.  To teach them.
     The moral to this story?
     If you do’t have a father to teach you things:
     Go out and listen to the stones.
     Or something like that.


1 I grew up in a fatherless family - my mother having divorced my father when I was still in diapers - and didn’t have anybody to turn to when I first began having, er, ’nocturnal emissions’.  I didn’t know what the heck was going on; and was, as a consequence, a very wary kid for much of my childhood.  Not knowing what this world was all about.  Having to be on my guard for the next surprise, potentially lurking around every corner.   
   At least a single mother can teach her girl children about menstruation.  As for their boy children: Well, they’ll pick such things up.  On the street.  
   Like they do everything else…
   N.B. A black woman was recently reported to have said to her friends: ‘One more child and I’ll be set for life.”
   And your children, Ma’am?  How about them???…
   And of course, I don’t blame just the single mothers.  I blame The System for seducing them into having children on the taxpayer’s dime.
   There’s a lot of unfairness to go around, in this matter.  This matter, of children growing up wild.  And thus creating a wild society around them.

2 And even things like how to play.  A man wrote a book, when I was beyond the years that it would have benefited me, entitled ‘Where Did You Go?  Out.  What Did You Do?  Nothing.’  It was about the man’s surprise to find that his son, and other children, didn’t know how to play, and make up, the various simple games that he had learned when he was a child, growing up.  He realized by it that children of the ‘new era’ weren’t being taught such things, even by other kids, because those other kids hadn’t been taught them by their fathers, who were increasingly absent from the picture.  Post-war.  That is to say, World War Two.
   About which, not so incidentally, I recently read - supposedly a true story - that a teacher had recently told her pupils, when they had come across the written term ‘WWII’ in their reading, that it meant ‘World War Eleven’. 
   There may  be hope yet.  But it will be a close-run thing.

3 This deliberate caper, on the part of socialists (mostly; not exclusively.  The statists on the other, far side of the political aisle are involved in this caper as well), trying to collapse the society, so that their socialist paradise can come in, and take over the failed society.  As in the Cloward-Piven Strategy.  
   You haven't heard of it?  You should.  It's all about your country.
   And mine.


More from The Human Comedy in general:

from; ‘Professors to Students: We Won’t Debate Climate Change’ - September 1; posted September 4
(3 female professors in Colorado doing their totalitarian thing) 

kibitzer3 a few seconds ago (September 4)

The irony is that these leftists are being used by the REAL movers and shakers behind this scam - those of the corporate-government-complex persuasion, who want to put a bullseye on us 'useless eaters,' as carbon emitters, to hurry along our demise, to their desired population level for the planet. A planet that they mean to rule. Not the idealistic watermelons.

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