My kitchen has three large south-facing windows in a sort of bay window configuration. This area gets lots of sunlight, especially when the leaves are off the trees, so it’s where I start my seeds in late winter.
I have wanted to comment on women having to register for the draft for a while, and now I am finally getting around to it. On this matter, all I can say is: thank you, feminists!
In years of railing on the internet against feminism, against modernism, against materialism, and in favor of a traditional kin-based patriarchal social structure, I have accomplished only a little, mainly changing the minds of a handful of people who may have been readers of one of my previous two blogs. But feminists, in their inability to consider any long-term consequences of their political agenda, have accomplished what I could not; they have assured an almost immediate return to marriage and natalism in the event of a war requiring conscription.
Thanks to the tireless efforts of feminists, men will be in a position to call all the shots if there is ever a draft for a war; every young woman will suddenly realize that she has an immediate desire to become pregnant as soon as possible because the alternative is the risk of getting killed in battle or taken prisoner by an enemy that has not had the, er, benefit of HR’s sexual harassment training. There is zero possibility that our current economic set-up of subsidizing single motherhood will be sustainable if suddenly the majority of 18-29 year-old women decide to become pregnant at the same time; the sheer weight of that economic burden would collapse the system.
Most women know that they are utterly unsuited for fighting in a war (as opposed to serving as nurses or the like) and would only be in the way, endangering the lives of the other soldiers. Women aren’t stupid and have a higher sense of self-preservation that you might suspect by looking at feminist talking heads.
But really, can you even imagine someone like Lena Dunham, Anita Sarkeesian, or Lindy West fighting in a war? Regardless of what they may say, it is not now nor has it ever been one of feminism’s goals to establish actual parity of responsibility between men and women. Were there to be a war with a female draft requirement, young women would instantly know whom to blame for this—feminism, which would be revealed as the anti-family, female-supremacist failure that it really is. And young women would also quite clearly see where safety lies – in marriage and motherhood.
Which is what I have been saying for years now.
So now I say:
Thank you feminists, for achieving what I could not: our assured eventual return to a kin-based patriarchal social structure which is the source of safety and well-being for women and children. You have my deepest gratitude.
Great job, feminists!
The loveliest kinds of snow days are the ones where school is cancelled the night before to really give you time to savor it.
We were hit by a pretty decent snow storm yesterday and by evening, both the school I work at and my children’s school had cancelled, causing us to have an impromptu celebratory dance party in the living room. It has happened in the past that my school has cancelled but the children’s has not, which is its own kind of celebration for me but causes them to gnash their teeth at the injustice of this world; it is their sad fate to attend a school district where the superintendent hails from Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, which means he usually doesn’t see the need to cancel school for anything less than a foot of snow.
Which is close to what we’ve gotten over the past day:
Our dirt road hasn’t been plowed yet, so I’m spending a pleasant snow-bound day catching up on household tasks and working on starting seeds for the garden. Also, here is an update for my little countertop water garden:
Also, I’ve decided to save and attempt to root and plant the top of a pineapple from the grocery store; apparently this is possible to do and may even result in an actual pineapple fruit growing on the plant.
We’ve had some strange weather here the last few days – it warmed up from below-zero temperatures midweek to the 50s on Friday and Saturday, resulting in a fierce wind that sent dried leaves swirling and dancing through the forest, driving our Shiba Inu Ruby mad with delight as she chased them hither and yon. Earlier in the week it had snowed and even the snowflakes were worth chasing and snapping out of midair:
I left the house shortly after five this morning, when the -12 windchill made our faces burn with cold, to drop a sleepy but excited teenager off at the high school. Today was the regional performances for One Act and our troupe was heading over to Avondale High School in Bloomfield Hills, where they took third place out of five – not bad!
We are in the depths of cold, dark winter and every human being in this town has caught the same miserable virus that settles into your lungs and leaves you coughing for a month. I daydream about spring gardening while flipping through the Burpee Seeds catalogue…
But after an exhausting, endless week of leaving home before dawn and returning home after dark, I’ve finally collapsed on the couch with a glass of wine in front of a crackly fire, kids and dogs and husband at hand.
I can’t think of any place I’d rather be on this frigid night!
Wherever you are, I hope you too are cozy and at peace.
Last week in Our Best Days Are Behind Us, Patrice Lewis (whom I generally admire) wrote:
Individual liberty corrected many of our nation’s wrongs over the subsequent century.
So here’s a question – what changed? Why should America’s best days be behind it?
…Today we’ve reversed our good-to-bad ratio. Many of the things that were very bad (slavery, etc.) have been corrected. Many of the things that were very good are being crushed.
Belief in, and reliance upon, God has dropped precipitously. Government interference in our personal lives is high. Morals and responsibility are low. Illegitimacy has skyrocketed. Men make babies and walk away. Women have turned to government handouts to support those babies, or have government-funded abortions to kill them. Thrift and self-sufficiency are distant memories. Handouts are now multi-generational legacies.
The trouble is that progressives have taken over. They’ve gone far beyond the notion of correcting legitimate grievances to the creation of a fake “utopia” based on goals that can only be achieved through coercive force […] Our nation will continue its decline unless its people recapture the qualities our Founding Fathers envisioned: minimal government, a balanced budget, maximum personal responsibility, thrift, strong families, hard work and an unshakeable faith in God.
I suppose this is all cyclical. After all, the famous quote attributed (probably incorrectly) to Alexander Fraser Tytler remains eerily prescient for America:
A democracy is always temporary in nature; it simply cannot exist as a permanent form of government. A democracy will continue to exist up until the time that voters discover that they can vote themselves generous gifts from the public treasury. From that moment on, the majority always votes for the candidates who promise the most benefits from the public treasury, with the result that every democracy will finally collapse due to loose fiscal policy, which is always followed by a dictatorship.
I admire Mrs. Lewis’ homesteading skills and enjoy her social commentary, and she comes so close to getting it, understanding that liberalism is the crux of the problem, but then she just couldn’t connect the dots that the Founding Fathers were the original American liberals. I think of this blind faith as Founding Father Worship.
The disconnect is so odd because it’s like saying, “Hey this democracy train is actually heading straight for Tyranny-ville and I’ve got the Tytler Train Schedule right here telling me that’s where this train is bound for, but if we can just somehow throw the democracy train in reverse for a spell, surely we will somehow get to some other destination instead, as opposed to just taking longer to getting to Tyranny-ville!”
Trying to back up the democracy train, which is what the most conservativey conservatives want (as opposed to plain ole’ conservatives who just want to slow it down a little), is kind of like the Ferris Beuller kids trying to turn back the odometer on Dad’s Ferrari by setting its wheels up on blocks, throwing it into reverse, and putting a brick on the accelerator:
Which, as you know, worked oh so well:
Odometers by their nature go forward. It’s what they do.
But people just can’t seem to let go of the idea that democracy itself would be an awesome form of government if only it didn’t keep doing what democracies by their very nature must always do – collapse into tyranny.
But point out that there are other forms of government – such as monarchy, for instance -and even the most conservative folks look at you with bafflement and even horror:
“B-but what if the king is a tyrant?!”