Scary Things Happen When Adults Fail to Do Their Duty — Celebrities Not Excepted
By Steve Pauwels - May 1, 2019
This has been skittering around the media lately:
Charlize Theron loves her kids. She can’t talk about them without holding back tears and in a recent interview with the Daily Mail she illustrates why she’s a truly great parent. In 2012 the actress adopted her second child, Jackson. … “I have two beautiful daughters,” she says. The actress goes on to explain that upon adopting Jackson, “I thought she was a boy…Until she looked at me when she was three years old and said: ‘I’m not a boy!’” … Theron says, “just like any parent, I want to protect [them] and I want to see [them] thrive.” … Theron’s response is a perfect example of how to deal with children t***sitioning. The actress herself isn’t afraid to speak her mind on other topics … when it comes to dating, demanding men need to “grow a pair” and ask her out. We’re supposed to cheer and swoon over this report, correct? That’s the unmistakable vibe. Still, newsflash: the superstar’s choices are a grievous example of an adult parent’s abdicating her responsibility toward her children. It’s nice she gets all dewy-eyed when speaking about them — but letting a three-year-old call the shots? Are you pranking me? Best case scenario, kids are regularly muddle-headed over any number or life-shaping issues well into their teens — and Yahoo is gushing because Charlize Theron celebrated her toddler son’s announcing he’s really a girl?
(And how about that “grow a pair” crack? She obviously thinks said “pair” is irrelevant if her little boy can essentially wave it away with one pre-pubescent pronouncement.)
What next from Trendy Parenting 101?
Hey, momma, I’m a bird! I’m gonna jump out the window and fly around the yard, okay?
That’s fine, dear. Just be back for dinner. And don’t poop on the car.
Jackson is ominously confused, and that tragedy is compounded by his equally, but less excusably, misguided mama.
The popular — and woefully overworked — expression “time to put on your big boy pants!” turns on a self-evident understanding: Mature individuals are supposed to engage necessary tasks which juveniles might avoid because they are difficult or unpleasant. In an earlier, less arch, era, it would have been framed this way: “Time to act like a grown-up!”
The “big-boy-pants” construction loses all logical traction if kids and adults are essentially the same — except smaller, bigger, younger or wh**ever. Seems to me “time to act like a three-year-old!” just doesn’t carry the same oomph.
Back in the early 1980s, I heard a favorite Bible teacher articulate, “Parents are not first called to be their children’s friends, but their parents.” Some may have classified it a rather mundane observation, but nearly four decades ago it left an impression on me; and, I concede, I had no idea what was on the way culturally. A pre-schooler with a penis and XY c********es announces he is actually a girl, and mom throws the thumbs up? Well …
God invented mothers and fathers to guarantee the propagation of the species; not just reproducing offspring, but raising them to fruitfully continue the process themselves later in their lives. Parents are to birth children, then protect them, guide them, introduce them incrementally to reality so they can survive when they achieve their own independence. That routinely involves setting limits; telling the wee ones “No” when appropriate; informing them “Your wrong” when, in fact, they are.
It entails a willingness to be a temporary “bad guy” in the eyes of their children (accent on temporary); to risk their progeny’s “disliking” them for a season because they intend the long-term best for that very same progeny.
Sure, that approach might elicit a tantrum from those momentarily on its receiving end; screaming and foot-stomping could ensue, water-works flow. That’s where the elder participant is supposed to remind the youthful one that human beings aren’t mere beasts; we aren’t to be controlled by our passions, rages, instincts or brute physical impulses. Turns out, we’re blessed with the ability to delay gratification when that’s the prudent course; to deny our t***sitory appetites; to refuse foolishness even when it tantalizingly beckons.
Time was most adults would shrug their shoulders at that arrangement – perhaps not especially enjoying it, but accepting that’s the way it is; recognizing there’s no profit pretending otherwise. Meantime, nowadays, “pretending” has become fashionable, even sophisticated.
Mommy, I’m going to pretend I’m the opposite of what my birth certificate says!
Terrific, darling! I’ll pretend along with you that’s normal and healthy.
Responsible caretakers, conversely, understand: If they hang in there “adulting”, it’s a good wager the kids will come around eventually. In 1944’s Going My Way, Father O’Malley (Bing Crosby) muses, “You know, when I was eighteen, I thought my father was pretty dumb … [W]hen I got to be twenty-one, I was amazed to find out how much he’d learned in three years.” One of my now-grown sons, who gave us our share of fits during his school-age phase, still apologizes occasionally for those boyish indiscretions.
Today, a generation is marinating in the potentially lethal preposterousness that just wanting something or saying something makes it so. What’ll they do when facts on the ground demonstrate otherwise? When their new boss shoots them down the first day of their job for insisting they deserve the same perqs as a twenty-five-year veteran? When the coach tells them that, despite their protestations, they won’t be starting quarterback because they can’t complete a pass? When the bank requires their mortgage payments arrive by the due date even though they complain they ought to have a few weeks’ grace?
Mind you, in sixteen states and the nation’s capital, the apparatus of government presently requires some parents play make-believe along with their sons and daughters: “Conversion Therapy Laws” decree it officially illegal for a concerned mom or solicitous dad to take their g****r-confused minor for licensed counselling to help him work through his possibly t***sitory, hormone-driven identity issues. Catch that? In America 2019, parents’ attempting to help their child reconcile himself to reality — Illegal.
State-enforced fantasy. Delusion courtesy of government facilitation.
Ms. Theron and those sharing her parenting philosophy likely consider these policies positively peachy. Of course, they’re manifestly an atrocity – a failure of family and state to carry out their inherent duty to the youngsters in their purview.
The Academy Award-winner gets emotional commenting on her children? Thanks to her currently reckless behavior, more tears could await her and her son down the road – only not the warm-n-fuzzy kind to which they’ve become accustomed.
bahmer wrote:
Scary Things Happen When Adults Fail to Do Their Duty — Celebrities Not Excepted
By Steve Pauwels - May 1, 2019
This has been skittering around the media lately:
Charlize Theron loves her kids. She can’t talk about them without holding back tears and in a recent interview with the Daily Mail she illustrates why she’s a truly great parent. In 2012 the actress adopted her second child, Jackson. … “I have two beautiful daughters,” she says. The actress goes on to explain that upon adopting Jackson, “I thought she was a boy…Until she looked at me when she was three years old and said: ‘I’m not a boy!’” … Theron says, “just like any parent, I want to protect [them] and I want to see [them] thrive.” … Theron’s response is a perfect example of how to deal with children t***sitioning. The actress herself isn’t afraid to speak her mind on other topics … when it comes to dating, demanding men need to “grow a pair” and ask her out. We’re supposed to cheer and swoon over this report, correct? That’s the unmistakable vibe. Still, newsflash: the superstar’s choices are a grievous example of an adult parent’s abdicating her responsibility toward her children. It’s nice she gets all dewy-eyed when speaking about them — but letting a three-year-old call the shots? Are you pranking me? Best case scenario, kids are regularly muddle-headed over any number or life-shaping issues well into their teens — and Yahoo is gushing because Charlize Theron celebrated her toddler son’s announcing he’s really a girl?
(And how about that “grow a pair” crack? She obviously thinks said “pair” is irrelevant if her little boy can essentially wave it away with one pre-pubescent pronouncement.)
What next from Trendy Parenting 101?
Hey, momma, I’m a bird! I’m gonna jump out the window and fly around the yard, okay?
That’s fine, dear. Just be back for dinner. And don’t poop on the car.
Jackson is ominously confused, and that tragedy is compounded by his equally, but less excusably, misguided mama.
The popular — and woefully overworked — expression “time to put on your big boy pants!” turns on a self-evident understanding: Mature individuals are supposed to engage necessary tasks which juveniles might avoid because they are difficult or unpleasant. In an earlier, less arch, era, it would have been framed this way: “Time to act like a grown-up!”
The “big-boy-pants” construction loses all logical traction if kids and adults are essentially the same — except smaller, bigger, younger or wh**ever. Seems to me “time to act like a three-year-old!” just doesn’t carry the same oomph.
Back in the early 1980s, I heard a favorite Bible teacher articulate, “Parents are not first called to be their children’s friends, but their parents.” Some may have classified it a rather mundane observation, but nearly four decades ago it left an impression on me; and, I concede, I had no idea what was on the way culturally. A pre-schooler with a penis and XY c********es announces he is actually a girl, and mom throws the thumbs up? Well …
God invented mothers and fathers to guarantee the propagation of the species; not just reproducing offspring, but raising them to fruitfully continue the process themselves later in their lives. Parents are to birth children, then protect them, guide them, introduce them incrementally to reality so they can survive when they achieve their own independence. That routinely involves setting limits; telling the wee ones “No” when appropriate; informing them “Your wrong” when, in fact, they are.
It entails a willingness to be a temporary “bad guy” in the eyes of their children (accent on temporary); to risk their progeny’s “disliking” them for a season because they intend the long-term best for that very same progeny.
Sure, that approach might elicit a tantrum from those momentarily on its receiving end; screaming and foot-stomping could ensue, water-works flow. That’s where the elder participant is supposed to remind the youthful one that human beings aren’t mere beasts; we aren’t to be controlled by our passions, rages, instincts or brute physical impulses. Turns out, we’re blessed with the ability to delay gratification when that’s the prudent course; to deny our t***sitory appetites; to refuse foolishness even when it tantalizingly beckons.
Time was most adults would shrug their shoulders at that arrangement – perhaps not especially enjoying it, but accepting that’s the way it is; recognizing there’s no profit pretending otherwise. Meantime, nowadays, “pretending” has become fashionable, even sophisticated.
Mommy, I’m going to pretend I’m the opposite of what my birth certificate says!
Terrific, darling! I’ll pretend along with you that’s normal and healthy.
Responsible caretakers, conversely, understand: If they hang in there “adulting”, it’s a good wager the kids will come around eventually. In 1944’s Going My Way, Father O’Malley (Bing Crosby) muses, “You know, when I was eighteen, I thought my father was pretty dumb … [W]hen I got to be twenty-one, I was amazed to find out how much he’d learned in three years.” One of my now-grown sons, who gave us our share of fits during his school-age phase, still apologizes occasionally for those boyish indiscretions.
Today, a generation is marinating in the potentially lethal preposterousness that just wanting something or saying something makes it so. What’ll they do when facts on the ground demonstrate otherwise? When their new boss shoots them down the first day of their job for insisting they deserve the same perqs as a twenty-five-year veteran? When the coach tells them that, despite their protestations, they won’t be starting quarterback because they can’t complete a pass? When the bank requires their mortgage payments arrive by the due date even though they complain they ought to have a few weeks’ grace?
Mind you, in sixteen states and the nation’s capital, the apparatus of government presently requires some parents play make-believe along with their sons and daughters: “Conversion Therapy Laws” decree it officially illegal for a concerned mom or solicitous dad to take their g****r-confused minor for licensed counselling to help him work through his possibly t***sitory, hormone-driven identity issues. Catch that? In America 2019, parents’ attempting to help their child reconcile himself to reality — Illegal.
State-enforced fantasy. Delusion courtesy of government facilitation.
Ms. Theron and those sharing her parenting philosophy likely consider these policies positively peachy. Of course, they’re manifestly an atrocity – a failure of family and state to carry out their inherent duty to the youngsters in their purview.
The Academy Award-winner gets emotional commenting on her children? Thanks to her currently reckless behavior, more tears could await her and her son down the road – only not the warm-n-fuzzy kind to which they’ve become accustomed.
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Sounds like good reason to not let her adopt.
bahmer wrote:
Scary Things Happen When Adults Fail to Do Their Duty — Celebrities Not Excepted
By Steve Pauwels - May 1, 2019
This has been skittering around the media lately:
Charlize Theron loves her kids. She can’t talk about them without holding back tears and in a recent interview with the Daily Mail she illustrates why she’s a truly great parent. In 2012 the actress adopted her second child, Jackson. … “I have two beautiful daughters,” she says. The actress goes on to explain that upon adopting Jackson, “I thought she was a boy…Until she looked at me when she was three years old and said: ‘I’m not a boy!’” … Theron says, “just like any parent, I want to protect [them] and I want to see [them] thrive.” … Theron’s response is a perfect example of how to deal with children t***sitioning. The actress herself isn’t afraid to speak her mind on other topics … when it comes to dating, demanding men need to “grow a pair” and ask her out. We’re supposed to cheer and swoon over this report, correct? That’s the unmistakable vibe. Still, newsflash: the superstar’s choices are a grievous example of an adult parent’s abdicating her responsibility toward her children. It’s nice she gets all dewy-eyed when speaking about them — but letting a three-year-old call the shots? Are you pranking me? Best case scenario, kids are regularly muddle-headed over any number or life-shaping issues well into their teens — and Yahoo is gushing because Charlize Theron celebrated her toddler son’s announcing he’s really a girl?
(And how about that “grow a pair” crack? She obviously thinks said “pair” is irrelevant if her little boy can essentially wave it away with one pre-pubescent pronouncement.)
What next from Trendy Parenting 101?
Hey, momma, I’m a bird! I’m gonna jump out the window and fly around the yard, okay?
That’s fine, dear. Just be back for dinner. And don’t poop on the car.
Jackson is ominously confused, and that tragedy is compounded by his equally, but less excusably, misguided mama.
The popular — and woefully overworked — expression “time to put on your big boy pants!” turns on a self-evident understanding: Mature individuals are supposed to engage necessary tasks which juveniles might avoid because they are difficult or unpleasant. In an earlier, less arch, era, it would have been framed this way: “Time to act like a grown-up!”
The “big-boy-pants” construction loses all logical traction if kids and adults are essentially the same — except smaller, bigger, younger or wh**ever. Seems to me “time to act like a three-year-old!” just doesn’t carry the same oomph.
Back in the early 1980s, I heard a favorite Bible teacher articulate, “Parents are not first called to be their children’s friends, but their parents.” Some may have classified it a rather mundane observation, but nearly four decades ago it left an impression on me; and, I concede, I had no idea what was on the way culturally. A pre-schooler with a penis and XY c********es announces he is actually a girl, and mom throws the thumbs up? Well …
God invented mothers and fathers to guarantee the propagation of the species; not just reproducing offspring, but raising them to fruitfully continue the process themselves later in their lives. Parents are to birth children, then protect them, guide them, introduce them incrementally to reality so they can survive when they achieve their own independence. That routinely involves setting limits; telling the wee ones “No” when appropriate; informing them “Your wrong” when, in fact, they are.
It entails a willingness to be a temporary “bad guy” in the eyes of their children (accent on temporary); to risk their progeny’s “disliking” them for a season because they intend the long-term best for that very same progeny.
Sure, that approach might elicit a tantrum from those momentarily on its receiving end; screaming and foot-stomping could ensue, water-works flow. That’s where the elder participant is supposed to remind the youthful one that human beings aren’t mere beasts; we aren’t to be controlled by our passions, rages, instincts or brute physical impulses. Turns out, we’re blessed with the ability to delay gratification when that’s the prudent course; to deny our t***sitory appetites; to refuse foolishness even when it tantalizingly beckons.
Time was most adults would shrug their shoulders at that arrangement – perhaps not especially enjoying it, but accepting that’s the way it is; recognizing there’s no profit pretending otherwise. Meantime, nowadays, “pretending” has become fashionable, even sophisticated.
Mommy, I’m going to pretend I’m the opposite of what my birth certificate says!
Terrific, darling! I’ll pretend along with you that’s normal and healthy.
Responsible caretakers, conversely, understand: If they hang in there “adulting”, it’s a good wager the kids will come around eventually. In 1944’s Going My Way, Father O’Malley (Bing Crosby) muses, “You know, when I was eighteen, I thought my father was pretty dumb … [W]hen I got to be twenty-one, I was amazed to find out how much he’d learned in three years.” One of my now-grown sons, who gave us our share of fits during his school-age phase, still apologizes occasionally for those boyish indiscretions.
Today, a generation is marinating in the potentially lethal preposterousness that just wanting something or saying something makes it so. What’ll they do when facts on the ground demonstrate otherwise? When their new boss shoots them down the first day of their job for insisting they deserve the same perqs as a twenty-five-year veteran? When the coach tells them that, despite their protestations, they won’t be starting quarterback because they can’t complete a pass? When the bank requires their mortgage payments arrive by the due date even though they complain they ought to have a few weeks’ grace?
Mind you, in sixteen states and the nation’s capital, the apparatus of government presently requires some parents play make-believe along with their sons and daughters: “Conversion Therapy Laws” decree it officially illegal for a concerned mom or solicitous dad to take their g****r-confused minor for licensed counselling to help him work through his possibly t***sitory, hormone-driven identity issues. Catch that? In America 2019, parents’ attempting to help their child reconcile himself to reality — Illegal.
State-enforced fantasy. Delusion courtesy of government facilitation.
Ms. Theron and those sharing her parenting philosophy likely consider these policies positively peachy. Of course, they’re manifestly an atrocity – a failure of family and state to carry out their inherent duty to the youngsters in their purview.
The Academy Award-winner gets emotional commenting on her children? Thanks to her currently reckless behavior, more tears could await her and her son down the road – only not the warm-n-fuzzy kind to which they’ve become accustomed.
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Great article. The absolute arrogance of these ignorant celebrities, (and the mind-numbed, people who look to them as examples to follow,) is frightening. The inmates are truly running the asylum.
bahmer wrote:
Scary Things Happen When Adults Fail to Do Their Duty — Celebrities Not Excepted
By Steve Pauwels - May 1, 2019
This has been skittering around the media lately:
Charlize Theron loves her kids. She can’t talk about them without holding back tears and in a recent interview with the Daily Mail she illustrates why she’s a truly great parent. In 2012 the actress adopted her second child, Jackson. … “I have two beautiful daughters,” she says. The actress goes on to explain that upon adopting Jackson, “I thought she was a boy…Until she looked at me when she was three years old and said: ‘I’m not a boy!’” … Theron says, “just like any parent, I want to protect [them] and I want to see [them] thrive.” … Theron’s response is a perfect example of how to deal with children t***sitioning. The actress herself isn’t afraid to speak her mind on other topics … when it comes to dating, demanding men need to “grow a pair” and ask her out. We’re supposed to cheer and swoon over this report, correct? That’s the unmistakable vibe. Still, newsflash: the superstar’s choices are a grievous example of an adult parent’s abdicating her responsibility toward her children. It’s nice she gets all dewy-eyed when speaking about them — but letting a three-year-old call the shots? Are you pranking me? Best case scenario, kids are regularly muddle-headed over any number or life-shaping issues well into their teens — and Yahoo is gushing because Charlize Theron celebrated her toddler son’s announcing he’s really a girl?
(And how about that “grow a pair” crack? She obviously thinks said “pair” is irrelevant if her little boy can essentially wave it away with one pre-pubescent pronouncement.)
What next from Trendy Parenting 101?
Hey, momma, I’m a bird! I’m gonna jump out the window and fly around the yard, okay?
That’s fine, dear. Just be back for dinner. And don’t poop on the car.
Jackson is ominously confused, and that tragedy is compounded by his equally, but less excusably, misguided mama.
The popular — and woefully overworked — expression “time to put on your big boy pants!” turns on a self-evident understanding: Mature individuals are supposed to engage necessary tasks which juveniles might avoid because they are difficult or unpleasant. In an earlier, less arch, era, it would have been framed this way: “Time to act like a grown-up!”
The “big-boy-pants” construction loses all logical traction if kids and adults are essentially the same — except smaller, bigger, younger or wh**ever. Seems to me “time to act like a three-year-old!” just doesn’t carry the same oomph.
Back in the early 1980s, I heard a favorite Bible teacher articulate, “Parents are not first called to be their children’s friends, but their parents.” Some may have classified it a rather mundane observation, but nearly four decades ago it left an impression on me; and, I concede, I had no idea what was on the way culturally. A pre-schooler with a penis and XY c********es announces he is actually a girl, and mom throws the thumbs up? Well …
God invented mothers and fathers to guarantee the propagation of the species; not just reproducing offspring, but raising them to fruitfully continue the process themselves later in their lives. Parents are to birth children, then protect them, guide them, introduce them incrementally to reality so they can survive when they achieve their own independence. That routinely involves setting limits; telling the wee ones “No” when appropriate; informing them “Your wrong” when, in fact, they are.
It entails a willingness to be a temporary “bad guy” in the eyes of their children (accent on temporary); to risk their progeny’s “disliking” them for a season because they intend the long-term best for that very same progeny.
Sure, that approach might elicit a tantrum from those momentarily on its receiving end; screaming and foot-stomping could ensue, water-works flow. That’s where the elder participant is supposed to remind the youthful one that human beings aren’t mere beasts; we aren’t to be controlled by our passions, rages, instincts or brute physical impulses. Turns out, we’re blessed with the ability to delay gratification when that’s the prudent course; to deny our t***sitory appetites; to refuse foolishness even when it tantalizingly beckons.
Time was most adults would shrug their shoulders at that arrangement – perhaps not especially enjoying it, but accepting that’s the way it is; recognizing there’s no profit pretending otherwise. Meantime, nowadays, “pretending” has become fashionable, even sophisticated.
Mommy, I’m going to pretend I’m the opposite of what my birth certificate says!
Terrific, darling! I’ll pretend along with you that’s normal and healthy.
Responsible caretakers, conversely, understand: If they hang in there “adulting”, it’s a good wager the kids will come around eventually. In 1944’s Going My Way, Father O’Malley (Bing Crosby) muses, “You know, when I was eighteen, I thought my father was pretty dumb … [W]hen I got to be twenty-one, I was amazed to find out how much he’d learned in three years.” One of my now-grown sons, who gave us our share of fits during his school-age phase, still apologizes occasionally for those boyish indiscretions.
Today, a generation is marinating in the potentially lethal preposterousness that just wanting something or saying something makes it so. What’ll they do when facts on the ground demonstrate otherwise? When their new boss shoots them down the first day of their job for insisting they deserve the same perqs as a twenty-five-year veteran? When the coach tells them that, despite their protestations, they won’t be starting quarterback because they can’t complete a pass? When the bank requires their mortgage payments arrive by the due date even though they complain they ought to have a few weeks’ grace?
Mind you, in sixteen states and the nation’s capital, the apparatus of government presently requires some parents play make-believe along with their sons and daughters: “Conversion Therapy Laws” decree it officially illegal for a concerned mom or solicitous dad to take their g****r-confused minor for licensed counselling to help him work through his possibly t***sitory, hormone-driven identity issues. Catch that? In America 2019, parents’ attempting to help their child reconcile himself to reality — Illegal.
State-enforced fantasy. Delusion courtesy of government facilitation.
Ms. Theron and those sharing her parenting philosophy likely consider these policies positively peachy. Of course, they’re manifestly an atrocity – a failure of family and state to carry out their inherent duty to the youngsters in their purview.
The Academy Award-winner gets emotional commenting on her children? Thanks to her currently reckless behavior, more tears could await her and her son down the road – only not the warm-n-fuzzy kind to which they’ve become accustomed.
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Are you really loosing sleep over this....she has more money than the Beatles you know, she can do wh**ever she wants.
Why don't go help people who have been damaged by the Catholic Church, with genuine problems?
bahmer wrote:
Scary Things Happen When Adults Fail to Do Their Duty — Celebrities Not Excepted
By Steve Pauwels - May 1, 2019
This has been skittering around the media lately:
Charlize Theron loves her kids. She can’t talk about them without holding back tears and in a recent interview with the Daily Mail she illustrates why she’s a truly great parent. In 2012 the actress adopted her second child, Jackson. … “I have two beautiful daughters,” she says. The actress goes on to explain that upon adopting Jackson, “I thought she was a boy…Until she looked at me when she was three years old and said: ‘I’m not a boy!’” … Theron says, “just like any parent, I want to protect [them] and I want to see [them] thrive.” … Theron’s response is a perfect example of how to deal with children t***sitioning. The actress herself isn’t afraid to speak her mind on other topics … when it comes to dating, demanding men need to “grow a pair” and ask her out. We’re supposed to cheer and swoon over this report, correct? That’s the unmistakable vibe. Still, newsflash: the superstar’s choices are a grievous example of an adult parent’s abdicating her responsibility toward her children. It’s nice she gets all dewy-eyed when speaking about them — but letting a three-year-old call the shots? Are you pranking me? Best case scenario, kids are regularly muddle-headed over any number or life-shaping issues well into their teens — and Yahoo is gushing because Charlize Theron celebrated her toddler son’s announcing he’s really a girl?
(And how about that “grow a pair” crack? She obviously thinks said “pair” is irrelevant if her little boy can essentially wave it away with one pre-pubescent pronouncement.)
What next from Trendy Parenting 101?
Hey, momma, I’m a bird! I’m gonna jump out the window and fly around the yard, okay?
That’s fine, dear. Just be back for dinner. And don’t poop on the car.
Jackson is ominously confused, and that tragedy is compounded by his equally, but less excusably, misguided mama.
The popular — and woefully overworked — expression “time to put on your big boy pants!” turns on a self-evident understanding: Mature individuals are supposed to engage necessary tasks which juveniles might avoid because they are difficult or unpleasant. In an earlier, less arch, era, it would have been framed this way: “Time to act like a grown-up!”
The “big-boy-pants” construction loses all logical traction if kids and adults are essentially the same — except smaller, bigger, younger or wh**ever. Seems to me “time to act like a three-year-old!” just doesn’t carry the same oomph.
Back in the early 1980s, I heard a favorite Bible teacher articulate, “Parents are not first called to be their children’s friends, but their parents.” Some may have classified it a rather mundane observation, but nearly four decades ago it left an impression on me; and, I concede, I had no idea what was on the way culturally. A pre-schooler with a penis and XY c********es announces he is actually a girl, and mom throws the thumbs up? Well …
God invented mothers and fathers to guarantee the propagation of the species; not just reproducing offspring, but raising them to fruitfully continue the process themselves later in their lives. Parents are to birth children, then protect them, guide them, introduce them incrementally to reality so they can survive when they achieve their own independence. That routinely involves setting limits; telling the wee ones “No” when appropriate; informing them “Your wrong” when, in fact, they are.
It entails a willingness to be a temporary “bad guy” in the eyes of their children (accent on temporary); to risk their progeny’s “disliking” them for a season because they intend the long-term best for that very same progeny.
Sure, that approach might elicit a tantrum from those momentarily on its receiving end; screaming and foot-stomping could ensue, water-works flow. That’s where the elder participant is supposed to remind the youthful one that human beings aren’t mere beasts; we aren’t to be controlled by our passions, rages, instincts or brute physical impulses. Turns out, we’re blessed with the ability to delay gratification when that’s the prudent course; to deny our t***sitory appetites; to refuse foolishness even when it tantalizingly beckons.
Time was most adults would shrug their shoulders at that arrangement – perhaps not especially enjoying it, but accepting that’s the way it is; recognizing there’s no profit pretending otherwise. Meantime, nowadays, “pretending” has become fashionable, even sophisticated.
Mommy, I’m going to pretend I’m the opposite of what my birth certificate says!
Terrific, darling! I’ll pretend along with you that’s normal and healthy.
Responsible caretakers, conversely, understand: If they hang in there “adulting”, it’s a good wager the kids will come around eventually. In 1944’s Going My Way, Father O’Malley (Bing Crosby) muses, “You know, when I was eighteen, I thought my father was pretty dumb … [W]hen I got to be twenty-one, I was amazed to find out how much he’d learned in three years.” One of my now-grown sons, who gave us our share of fits during his school-age phase, still apologizes occasionally for those boyish indiscretions.
Today, a generation is marinating in the potentially lethal preposterousness that just wanting something or saying something makes it so. What’ll they do when facts on the ground demonstrate otherwise? When their new boss shoots them down the first day of their job for insisting they deserve the same perqs as a twenty-five-year veteran? When the coach tells them that, despite their protestations, they won’t be starting quarterback because they can’t complete a pass? When the bank requires their mortgage payments arrive by the due date even though they complain they ought to have a few weeks’ grace?
Mind you, in sixteen states and the nation’s capital, the apparatus of government presently requires some parents play make-believe along with their sons and daughters: “Conversion Therapy Laws” decree it officially illegal for a concerned mom or solicitous dad to take their g****r-confused minor for licensed counselling to help him work through his possibly t***sitory, hormone-driven identity issues. Catch that? In America 2019, parents’ attempting to help their child reconcile himself to reality — Illegal.
State-enforced fantasy. Delusion courtesy of government facilitation.
Ms. Theron and those sharing her parenting philosophy likely consider these policies positively peachy. Of course, they’re manifestly an atrocity – a failure of family and state to carry out their inherent duty to the youngsters in their purview.
The Academy Award-winner gets emotional commenting on her children? Thanks to her currently reckless behavior, more tears could await her and her son down the road – only not the warm-n-fuzzy kind to which they’ve become accustomed.
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A lot of good table talk there, I can't ever write table talk without thinking about Hitlers Table Talk, that was a trigger, the same trigger Hitler used to create interest by beginning the table talk with disagreement kicking the discussion off with an emotive challenge, his trick was to begin the conversation with an injunction needing to be appeased, if it couldn't be pacified it became official N**i policy, I don't know if that is exactly true but as Hitler got more and more dictatorial less and less got appeased.
So homosexuality was unacceptable in the 3 rd.Reich, I remember working with an old fellow who worked for the N**ies in his Italian homeland manufacturing machine guns exclusively for the German Army who paid him better than Mussolini's factories who had all the patriots and Hitler had all the mercenaries.
Mussolini began his movement in Switzerland 1902 as a philistine following Friedrich Nietzsche so we really should look there to see what was going on in the development of N**i ideology, because this is where the accusation made by apologists for t*********r identity comes from and is most hurtful to traditionally held ethical and moral values of sexuality and social relationships.
If Hitler had of been a follower of Bertrand Russell, things would have been different and Hitler was an artist and Bertrand Russell was Not in any way artistic, although artists gravitated towards Russell's pacifism.
Hitler could easily have teamed up philosophically with Russell except for his WW1 history, and Russell certainly wasn't into abstract art he openly confessed ignorance and indifference towards art in 1929, quote "for beauty is a subject about which I have never had any views on" end quote.
Bertrand Russell is seen by many to be in a different era to Hitler that is because he had such a long life, in the 1920's "abstract art" was a hot topic, Russell didn't like it and Hitler didn't either, they had a lot in common and more importantly Hitler loved the British. I'm no Historian correct me if I'm wrong.
That's the point I'm making t*********r identification came from the WW1 pacifist movement that the F*****ts despised although Nietzsche was a nihilist who maintained values don't exist and logic is a gravitational exertion of weak to strong, so why weren't the F*****ts like Ernst Rohm and his brown shirts, or why wasn't Ernst Rohm like Hitler both despised abstract art, did Rohm love the British, I'm not sure about.
Freud's ideas about the personal images associated with male organsm are what I think was the difference between them, some cringe others wallow, I noticed you mentioned this aspect as hormone-driven identity issues in the paragraph which I quote.
"Mind you in 16 States and the Nation's Capital, the apparatus of Government presently requires some parents playing make believe with their sons and daughters "Conversion Therapy Laws" decree it Officially illegal for a concerned mom or soliticous dad to take their g****r-confused minor for licensed counselling to help him work through his possibily t***sitory hormone-driven identity issues. Catch that, ? In America 2019 parents' attempting to help their child reconcile himself to reality - illegal".
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These Freudian images now include female metabolic organs and this I think is new and associated with liberation ideology imparted from pacifism which is not wrong but liberation ideology has hijacked the sexuality subject and that is wrong because this biological human attribute is nothing other than a socially shared fetishism that is evident in prehistory, did you know for example oral sex was fashionable many thousands of years ago, we know this by tracing the markers left by the v***s herpes, correct me if I'm wrong.
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Scary Things Happen When Adults Fail to Do Their Duty — Celebrities Not Excepted
By Steve Pauwels - May 1, 2019
This has been skittering around the media lately:
Charlize Theron loves her kids. She can’t talk about them without holding back tears and in a recent interview with the Daily Mail she illustrates why she’s a truly great parent. In 2012 the actress adopted her second child, Jackson. … “I have two beautiful daughters,” she says. The actress goes on to explain that upon adopting Jackson, “I thought she was a boy…Until she looked at me when she was three years old and said: ‘I’m not a boy!’” … Theron says, “just like any parent, I want to protect [them] and I want to see [them] thrive.” … Theron’s response is a perfect example of how to deal with children t***sitioning. The actress herself isn’t afraid to speak her mind on other topics … when it comes to dating, demanding men need to “grow a pair” and ask her out. We’re supposed to cheer and swoon over this report, correct? That’s the unmistakable vibe. Still, newsflash: the superstar’s choices are a grievous example of an adult parent’s abdicating her responsibility toward her children. It’s nice she gets all dewy-eyed when speaking about them — but letting a three-year-old call the shots? Are you pranking me? Best case scenario, kids are regularly muddle-headed over any number or life-shaping issues well into their teens — and Yahoo is gushing because Charlize Theron celebrated her toddler son’s announcing he’s really a girl?
(And how about that “grow a pair” crack? She obviously thinks said “pair” is irrelevant if her little boy can essentially wave it away with one pre-pubescent pronouncement.)
What next from Trendy Parenting 101?
Hey, momma, I’m a bird! I’m gonna jump out the window and fly around the yard, okay?
That’s fine, dear. Just be back for dinner. And don’t poop on the car.
Jackson is ominously confused, and that tragedy is compounded by his equally, but less excusably, misguided mama.
The popular — and woefully overworked — expression “time to put on your big boy pants!” turns on a self-evident understanding: Mature individuals are supposed to engage necessary tasks which juveniles might avoid because they are difficult or unpleasant. In an earlier, less arch, era, it would have been framed this way: “Time to act like a grown-up!”
The “big-boy-pants” construction loses all logical traction if kids and adults are essentially the same — except smaller, bigger, younger or wh**ever. Seems to me “time to act like a three-year-old!” just doesn’t carry the same oomph.
Back in the early 1980s, I heard a favorite Bible teacher articulate, “Parents are not first called to be their children’s friends, but their parents.” Some may have classified it a rather mundane observation, but nearly four decades ago it left an impression on me; and, I concede, I had no idea what was on the way culturally. A pre-schooler with a penis and XY c********es announces he is actually a girl, and mom throws the thumbs up? Well …
God invented mothers and fathers to guarantee the propagation of the species; not just reproducing offspring, but raising them to fruitfully continue the process themselves later in their lives. Parents are to birth children, then protect them, guide them, introduce them incrementally to reality so they can survive when they achieve their own independence. That routinely involves setting limits; telling the wee ones “No” when appropriate; informing them “Your wrong” when, in fact, they are.
It entails a willingness to be a temporary “bad guy” in the eyes of their children (accent on temporary); to risk their progeny’s “disliking” them for a season because they intend the long-term best for that very same progeny.
Sure, that approach might elicit a tantrum from those momentarily on its receiving end; screaming and foot-stomping could ensue, water-works flow. That’s where the elder participant is supposed to remind the youthful one that human beings aren’t mere beasts; we aren’t to be controlled by our passions, rages, instincts or brute physical impulses. Turns out, we’re blessed with the ability to delay gratification when that’s the prudent course; to deny our t***sitory appetites; to refuse foolishness even when it tantalizingly beckons.
Time was most adults would shrug their shoulders at that arrangement – perhaps not especially enjoying it, but accepting that’s the way it is; recognizing there’s no profit pretending otherwise. Meantime, nowadays, “pretending” has become fashionable, even sophisticated.
Mommy, I’m going to pretend I’m the opposite of what my birth certificate says!
Terrific, darling! I’ll pretend along with you that’s normal and healthy.
Responsible caretakers, conversely, understand: If they hang in there “adulting”, it’s a good wager the kids will come around eventually. In 1944’s Going My Way, Father O’Malley (Bing Crosby) muses, “You know, when I was eighteen, I thought my father was pretty dumb … [W]hen I got to be twenty-one, I was amazed to find out how much he’d learned in three years.” One of my now-grown sons, who gave us our share of fits during his school-age phase, still apologizes occasionally for those boyish indiscretions.
Today, a generation is marinating in the potentially lethal preposterousness that just wanting something or saying something makes it so. What’ll they do when facts on the ground demonstrate otherwise? When their new boss shoots them down the first day of their job for insisting they deserve the same perqs as a twenty-five-year veteran? When the coach tells them that, despite their protestations, they won’t be starting quarterback because they can’t complete a pass? When the bank requires their mortgage payments arrive by the due date even though they complain they ought to have a few weeks’ grace?
Mind you, in sixteen states and the nation’s capital, the apparatus of government presently requires some parents play make-believe along with their sons and daughters: “Conversion Therapy Laws” decree it officially illegal for a concerned mom or solicitous dad to take their g****r-confused minor for licensed counselling to help him work through his possibly t***sitory, hormone-driven identity issues. Catch that? In America 2019, parents’ attempting to help their child reconcile himself to reality — Illegal.
State-enforced fantasy. Delusion courtesy of government facilitation.
Ms. Theron and those sharing her parenting philosophy likely consider these policies positively peachy. Of course, they’re manifestly an atrocity – a failure of family and state to carry out their inherent duty to the youngsters in their purview.
The Academy Award-winner gets emotional commenting on her children? Thanks to her currently reckless behavior, more tears could await her and her son down the road – only not the warm-n-fuzzy kind to which they’ve become accustomed.
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Good post Bahmer...
It is d********g what is being allowed these days....
She should not be allowed to adopt...
Sew_What wrote:
Are you really loosing sleep over this....she has more money than the Beatles you know, she can do wh**ever she wants.
Why don't go help people who have been damaged by the Catholic Church, with genuine problems?
It's about the trend that people are blindly following this BS and I am sad I'm leaving my grandkids in this mess. In 2014 I started to turn and look at the world around me and was in utter shock at the changes. I had spent my whole adult life looking to work and home I never had the energy to do anything but that. Nothing would have changed had I noticed sooner but it crushed me that I had been so intent on just MY WORLD I failed to notice the world surrounding me was fast turning to something I didn't like nor be proud of. My hope is Trump can turn this country around and continue to make us proud Americans
bggamers wrote:
It's about the trend that people are blindly following this BS and I am sad I'm leaving my grandkids in this mess. In 2014 I started to turn and look at the world around me and was in utter shock at the changes. I had spent my whole adult life looking to work and home I never had the energy to do anything but that. Nothing would have changed had I noticed sooner but it crushed me that I had been so intent on just MY WORLD I failed to notice the world surrounding me was fast turning to something I didn't like nor be proud of. My hope is Trump can turn this country around and continue to make us proud Americans
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From that point of view, unless they get adopted by a "caring parent" like Cherlize, are your grandchildren so incompetent, that they'll do wh**ever society says is ok and their parents are so disengaged about everything that...what...who cares.
The world is going to change whether you want to or not. Caring about it means nothing.
Cherlize is from South Africa, and Trump isn't going to turn anything around...ridiculous.
Sew_What wrote:
From that point of view, unless they get adopted by a "caring parent" like Cherlize, are your grandchildren so incompetent, that they'll do wh**ever society says is ok and their parents are so disengaged about everything that...what...who cares.
The world is going to change whether you want to or not. Caring about it means nothing.
Cherlize is from South Africa, and Trump isn't going to turn anything around...ridiculous.
I see you are also rude and unfriendly so be it if you had read what I printed you would notice said that nothing would have changed
bggamers wrote:
I see you are also rude and unfriendly so be it if you had read what I printed you would notice said that nothing would have changed
The left has been quietly rotting out our society and culture for decades. Many "everyday" Americans weren't aware of what was going on, (because the majority of the media resides on the left, they of course didn't inform the American people about anything,) and like you people were busy living their lives. It will take a lot more than the e******n of Donald Trump to turn things around. President Trump has done one thing though, the left is so poisoned by their hatred of him, they have let the mask slip, and more and more people are seeing them as they truly are...corrupt and power hungry.
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