Thursday, September 21, 2006

"Your" Kids, Lube , And A Lefty

I’ve been rather at peace when it comes to my oldest daughter who’s just entered grade 10, and my youngest who has just entered grade 6, but its posts like this one that I read over at Dust My Broom that remind me that the important moments to pass knowledge onto your children are at an end when they reach an age , and social status where their own individual free-will, will be the deciding factor when their life turns into the crap shoot of personal choices. Which is fine and dandy, trouble is there are those on the left side of the spectrum that see no boundaries , or the big picture when it comes to teenagers and their sexuality. The real kicker is they think they know best, while frowning on trying to get your kids to see that life is the ultimate teacher ,that the best defence is learning by watching others make mistakes and the reasons for them , so its best to try and think your way into only making the small ones while accepting them.That’s child abuse to the orgasmic mind of a lefty.

The left gets stuck on the big O , and feeling good and somehow think that’s a lasting enlightenment. I knew once my girls left their catholic school they would be dealing with the “cool” types you know the ones that laugh teaching my girls how to give a good blowjob- “something to be so proud of.” Yet they fail to see dad covered sex in a general way three years ago, because he knew those skilled at undermining tradition would come a calling like banshees on crack, only to willing to pass on the non exsistent virtue of jumping off a cliff with everyone else.

Sex is great , its spiritual , so is oral sex is isn’t taboo - WHEN YOUR ADULT ENOUGH TO APPRECIATE IT. Its not all fun and games , and if you want the real thing -the spiritual wow factor you have to be a thinker, not a what’s the difference between sheep shit and liquorice balls type of teenager .
That’s what I tell my girls. It doesn’t pain me thinking of my girls having a sex life , its hoping their woman enough to experience its soul stopping grace, in a committed relationship.

What pains me is these idiots that don’t have a damn “red cent” invested in my daughters lives as they make the LONG journey evolving into women, wives, or mothers and finding real earned happiness while being a benefit to their community not a blob of cells that lives for the next orgasm. I’ve warned my daughters that having calluses on their knees is no badge of honour. I’ve told them one day they have to choose and they will be hearing many different views that will be the total opposite of dad’s. They have always been FREE to think on their own because they have always known their actions lead to consequences that THEY will bear, so choose wisely because dad will not be standing in front of them as a shield, or ready to catch them until after they have fallen when they themselves chose the path to follow when directions have always been given up to the point “cool” idiots tried to take the helm .

Here’s what I said in the comment section over at Dust My Broom;

“I realised something upon hearing some snippets from my nephews first class dealing with sex in high school, taught by a lady from the county health unit. People like her have nothing at stake other than being a cool adult friend that has no opinion on the negatives of sex other than aids and the like, and have no intention of being around to pick up the pieces when their logic and soft morality helps pull the “pin of a grenade” in the middle of a family.
They remind me of drug dealers.”

So I thought.” hey I haven’t asked my daughter in awhile what she was learning at school when it came to sex ed, and who was teaching it?”

“She replied Mrs so and so SHES SO COOL!” , she got in a huff when I asked for more detail she replied “ there is nothing about morality dad !!”

I rest my case, and instead of beating my head against a wall, I am fearful but content letting morality let its context to a peaceful life hit home with my daughter some time in the future, as it surely will.

Sadly the shallowness of our society easily permeates the teenage mind at times and my daughter is at the stage where she drifts from thinking maturely , to thinking like she is in grade eight again, and that’s the realm where Mr and Mrs “cool progressive” like to reside in. They don’t mind taking the easy way out and being a teenager themselves, they enjoy that more than getting old and wiser.

I tolerate it, what else can I do as my daughter will chose, she’s at the beginning of that point in her life. I have had my time its not over but my influence is contained to moments in the past when its comes to my daughters reflections on which path to follow.
Any new moments where I have something to add only come now when she’s ready to accept them.

I just state the wise option where cool doesn’t have much merit, and let life and brain matter collide or hope it does, the left well they are reserved to collison's of the groin areas where all the thinking thats needed is the ability to don a condom.

Its amazing those on the left fail to see all those young "women" pushing buggies, with dad(?) or maybe a better term pretend "man" walking beside them, and the most important thing is missing, it is their smile? Why would that be?Other than well we where too horny to use protection?
Could it be life as they know it sucks when reality slapped them upside the head?

I think so, poor kids all three of them, and the "teachers" too cool to reenforce parental reality.



To those parents feeling like "the utopian world" is ready to undermine the structure you've tried to pass onto your children, reality will prevail.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Sunday Banter

Its Sunday and I wonder how many kitchens around the country are starting to smell like heaven today as a woman (or a man) sweats by the stove listening to her children , or are watching them come to the front door herding their brood through it . It must mean so much seeing your family progress through the years until the next generation gets ready to firmly take the reigns of life while you find the strength to let yours go with dignity and a sence of accomplishment.

One thing I have learned growing up in a small community, in a home with a strong mother, and father is that the simple things in life matter much more than the material things. Mom having a home cooked meal ready every night, simple vacations, Friday night bonfires in the backyard roasting wieners I could go on and on.

Mom ruled with an iron fist, dad was actually the gentle one. I could complain that hugs where in short supply but for some reason common sense dictates that the love she had for me was shown with the devotion she has for our family, and her husband. She is a lion that hasn't wavered much, she says it like it is, LIVES with her imperfections and she puts many “intellectual” feminists to shame.

In hind sight when I hear a feminist ramble on into an intellectual rant against men and the society that “beats women down”, I have to think of my grand mother. She married a man that became a drunk, a bootlegger, a gambler, basically a very selfish person that cared more about himself than his family. He lost the farm gambling, and crapped in his pants regularly (drunk), basically he was a sick man.
Sorry if I seem disrespectful towards this particular grandfather, as his nature dictated I and his family owe him nothing.

Now what did my grandmother do? Divorce him? Nope, she stayed and raised five children; I can’t recall hearing stories of her complaining either. Though she did have the last word, on her death bed. I don’t think grandpa took the cold hard truth very well, I almost think it was the first time in his life he had a look at himself - his real self, and the pain he caused from his selfishness (he actually quit going to the hospital, truth hurts). What a deep lesson to learn late in life, taught not by a feminist but by a woman that went the whole mile for her family. She was never the victim; she bore her burdens, smiled, spoiled me as a grandchild and applied the same love equally (traditionally) to all her children, and grandchildren.

That’s right in a time when there where no social programs for women in situations like hers, or support groups my grandmother smiled, lived her life and laughed. In hind site she taught us a valuable lesson. The same lesson she passed on to her children; to embrace the simple things in life and love them. She never needed pity, or entitlements she was to busy being a mother and running a family.
Her happiness was found in her children and her grand children, Sunday dinners, warm spring days, smiles, her garden, many things.
Feminists could learn something from these women from the past. Who slept in the beds they made, or at the very least where aware of their poor choices.
I don’t think selfishness is a virtue when it comes to a mother and father and their family.
Luckily where I grew up it wasn’t anyways.

It’s uncanny the devotion to family my mother shares with her deceased mother and law.
Actually I’m hoping some will rub off on my two daughters that hopefully will make wise choices most of the time as they grow in a society under assault by moral relativists and their ilk, and take the time when they are older to speak out at those that resent personal responsibility, and may they have little time to whine and complain about men, or themselves being a victim because like the women before them in this family, they too can stand straight and say their piece and lay it out raw for those that know them to digest, while taking the responsibility for themselves and who they are.

They certainly aren’t weak, know the difference between wrong and right, and realise life isn’t a bowl of cherries, but many moments of it can be. And those fill your soul.

My grandmother showed her love for me in so many ways, I can still see her smile like it was yesterday, and like all good women it was the widest watching me devour her home cooked meals, especially her pot pie, macaroni salad, or the jello she always took the time to lovingly cut into perfect squares, even while married to a selfish drunk she picked .Thats a woman that let beauty shine and made sure someday you'd know you helped her find it. My mother does the same to her grandkids , the one difference dad surrenders to his wife and his family never himself. Its been beautiful to watch , and at the same time hard as Dad has CLL and you can see moms concern at times when she lets down her guard, but they still charge on with a smile, and a graceful understanding of how things are.

If you pull back the curtains and peer into life , you'd see beauty exists in harsh realities.

Just like it is

Well I have to apoligize to anyone thats stopped by here lately, only to find the same post up for sometime. Lifes been copasetic of late and I find my time is spent idling along with lifes basic chores. I haven't had to dwell deeper into my soul to tolerate the lefts drivel or their attempts to hijack the natural progress earned peace of mind brings to a society . I guess I should address my bad grammar , and terrible proof reading at times they are what they are I'm sorry to say , and to be honest at the moment thats me. Not that it won't change, or progress into something more developed it probably will. I guess I'm apoligizing if you feel I'm cheating in some way or pretending though I do have points to make . Even though I'm a ditch digger (really) and proud of it .I've watched generations work hard , wear out , and meet their maker. Whats more nobel than that?

Looking back and being aware of the present ,while we are looking for the big purpose the million dollar question its important we don't forget tradition, where we come from , and why things are the way they are with reasons that all share simple answers. All it takes is faith love, devotion , acceptance of imperfections, a multitude of beautiful reasons that bend the mind like a steady summer wind bends stalks of grain ,to reflect the sun like threads of gold.

Thats just the way it is.