I apologize for the scanty posting, but our usual wingnut friends have really been leaving it in the locker room lately. Fortunately, WorldNetDaily has just brought up a young prospect from the farm level, and let me tell you — this kid really knows how to bring the heat.
This year, as the birth-control pill turns 50
…it now has to get yearly prostate exams.
America is discovering a lethal side effect. It’s called moral stupefaction. The pill has made an entire generation of adult Americans progressively more stupidly infantile.
America’s most mature and intelligent adults:
One half-century of a fatal, anti-baby culture is killing us. There is a culture-wide inability to think intelligently about what we have done to ourselves.
Remember the days of uncontrolled fertility and high maternal and infant mortality rates? Man, we were smart back then…
When the saga of oral contraception began in 1960, my surviving peers and I were in kindergarten. I say “surviving” because the pill emerged the year my classmates were conceived.
So you attended kindergarten as a fetus? These Head Start programs are getting out of hand.
This was the year some of my other peers were not conceived.
“[P]eers who were not conceived” seems like an overly fancy term for “imaginary friends.”
The fanatical eugenics crusader Margaret Sanger had been demanding a “miracle pill” since 1923. In 1953 she persuaded a rich, frustrated, anti-child feminist to bankroll hormone experiments on women. Eight-hundred ninety-seven test subjects, who did not want to have babies, simply popped the new experimental drug. Eureka. No babies.
Well, you can’t argue with success. Thanks, Science!
My surviving peers grew up being taught this was success in the name of science, in the name of the future and in the name of the state. The FDA approved commercial sales in 1960, and the Sanger generation, seated in the kindergartens of a government school system, would now give life to a culture of death.
Right after Story Time and finger painting.
I have since wondered which of my potential classmates missed their birth days.
I’m guessing all of them.
And I wonder how many of my kindergarten friends lost little brothers and sisters when the pill went on the market that first year of school – the year my school chums were celebrating each others’ 6th birthdays.
I think you forfeit the right to have your argument taken seriously if
A) You use the word “chums,” and
B) You’re not Adam West.
We were the culminating fruit of the eugenics movement.
That’s the worst name for a school athletics team I’ve ever heard.
Soon my hot-blooded classmates were matriculated into junior high.
To the accompaniment of Foreigner’s Double Vision album.
They were now old enough to taste social freedom themselves, and they all knew exactly what this culture of freedom was. It was an endorsement by science and government to be immature and irresponsible. They knew exactly where babies came from. And they knew this drugs-and-personal-self-indulgence culture was anti-baby. Eureka. Perpetual fun, no consequences, and no babies.
That sounds…awful?
For the Sanger generation, mature family life with children was no longer a part of growing up. Approved drugs could be obtained – free – by the healthy adolescent for a new cultural purpose: to bypass the responsibilities of family.
Mature, responsible adolescents start making babies the instant their testicles drop.
These drugs cured no medical ailment, but promoted a long-term social purpose endorsed by the government. The FDA, the Post Office, the courts and the school curriculum all approved of the new “pill” culture.
The Post Office? Seriously? You’re not just pining for the Fifties like most wingnuts, you’re actually weeping bitter, salty tears over the Comstock Act? Wow. I’m accustomed to reactionary pundits who want to turn back to the clock, but Mr. Botkin apparently wants to turn back the sundial. Let’s check his bio…
Well, you’ve got to admit, he’s got a friendly face.
Geoffrey Botkin is the founder of the Western Conservatory of the Arts and Sciences. He is the host of a mentoring webinar for men at www.westernconservatory.com.
His wife and two daughters are profiled along with (Reverend? Lay Preacher?) Mr. Botkin at Vision for Ministries:
Geoffrey Botkin is a Christian leader and mentor to pastors in New Zealand, a nation that holds promise for the reformation of Christian civilization…Geoffrey is the father of Anna Sophia and Elizabeth Botkin, recent co-authors of Vision Forum’s best-selling book, So Much More, a book which is reintroducing the West to concepts of multi-generational family fruitfulness and the ways daughters can become cultural leaders by becoming dynamic assets of family and church.
Unfortunately, Anna Sophia and Elizabeth were recently confiscated by the federal government when the FDIC determined they were “troubled assets.” Anyway, back to the way the Pill raped Modern Culture, and then didn’t even have the decency to give it a baby…
Take a pill and engineer the population of an entire nation. Take a pill and be yourself. Take a pill and gratify your desires immediately. Take a pill and protect yourself from the consequences of infantile stupidity.
So there’s a pill that will relieve me of the urge to read your column?
Now, sex and recreation were co-joined with the concept of permanent adolescence. An entire generation was listening to Mick Jagger croon, “Let’s Spend the Night Together,” and Jim Morrison scream, “Light My Fire!”
They were also listening to the 1910 Fruitgum Company sing “Goody Goody Gumdrops” and Frankie Avalon croon “True, True Love” and “Theme from Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea.”
Federal bureaucrats were doing their part in the revolution, not just giving pills to poor minorities (per Lyndon Johnson), but to school girls (per Margaret Sanger).
She was our worst President ever.
My headstrong peers graduated to yet greater social freedoms, with fewer and fewer responsibilities. The first year of dorm life in college was an opportunity for unlimited indulgence and uninhibited childishness. When the pill didn’t work, my peers threw tantrums to demand a backup, another “fix” for the wages of indulgence. It came that year, right on time, with Roe v. Wade. I remember campus discussions about legalized abortion.
“It’s murder, isn’t it?”
“Of course it’s murder. Everybody knows it’s murder. But it’s legal. And it’s just a baby. The Supreme Court said it’s totally OK to abort. So it’s totally OK.”
How nice that they have Special Ed programs at the college level.
Eureka. Perpetual intemperance, no babies and no arrest warrant for murder.
Well, I’d call that a good day. Now comes Miller Time.
But consequences of the death culture are piling up. The children they never had are not there to keep the economy strong.
If only we had more crack babies on welfare, we wouldn’t have had to bail out AIG.
The government’s solution? No babies. According to House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, the government must tax more workers to pay for more state-funded contraception so there are fewer children to take care of, thus relieving the nanny state of the high costs of raising children for infantile parents.
Ah yes, Nancy Pelosi — mother of five, and anti-baby jihadist.
But the absence of babies leads to, well, something the Sanger generation does not want to think about: future consequences. Infants think only about the immediate present. Infantile men have the same problem.
Voting Republican?
Could this be true partly because of the pill and what the pill does to men physiologically? An estimated 110 million women currently ingest the pill. Large amounts of unprocessed estrogen and progesterone pass through their bodies, into the sewage treatment systems and back into the water supply…
Male fish down river from these plants are becoming physiologically female.
It’s a valid lifestyle choice.
When male humans drink the water or eat the fish, what happens to them? Why is sperm count falling in American men?
Well, it could have something to do with the industrial and agricultural chemicals that saturate the environment: “Among the estrogen mimickers scientists are concerned about are carbon chlorines, used in many pesticides; phthalates, widely used in the plastics industry to soften PVC; and dioxin, a byproduct of paper processing and herbicides.”
So unless Archer Daniels Midland is using woman pee as a pesticide, I think toxic runoff from factory farms remains a greater threat to public health than the consequences of eating a tranny trout.
Why is breast-reduction surgery on the rise in men?
Well, I don’t know about you, but these boobs are killing my back. Plus, yesterday I got poked by my underwire.
Why do men show such passivity?
Because we’re Passive Purple Four Balls!
Why do they insist that overpopulation is still the No. 1 environmental problem when there are so few babies?
Really? I guess you haven’t been to a movie theater lately. Or a grocery store. Or on an airplane…
Fifty-nine modern nations are plagued by the high-tech benefits of birth-control pills.
And that would be — what? Flying cars? Warp drive? Programmable sex droids?
Each of them have waged a cultural war against babies.
So far, we’ve barely held our own, thanks to our high-tech, birth control-powered weapons, and the babies’ preference for fighting like barbarian warriors — with sword and shield — mostly because their diapers can double as loincloths.
Each of them suffer below-replacement birthrates. Each of them face potential extinction.
Apparently he saw , which opens with the words, “Man is an Endangered Species,” and he’s afraid that soon we’ll all be wearing leather Viking pants and French braids, like Barry Pepper, and mining gold for genocidal aliens who sport deadlocks and platform shoes from the Bootsy Collins collection. But don’t worry, Geoff, because even though we’ll be crapping behind bushes and barely able to summon fire from flint and tinder, we’ll be totally capable of flying thousand year-old F-16s, so we can bomb the Pfizer plant that makes birth control pills.
But concerns such as national suffering, dangerous international geopolitics and the disappearance of entire nations are matters that would require mature thinking – something that was successfully bred-out of the American people when they accepted the pill as, in the words of Hugh Hefner, the greatest invention of the 20th century.
So is it just the Pill, or do all forms of contraception make you stupid, infantile, and indifferent to the disappearance of entire nations? Suppose Luxembourg vanished, overnight — even though the study door was locked from the inside! — would I still be able to solve the mystery — assuming I just use condoms and hadn’t caught man-boobs from girl urine or hermaphrodite mahi mahi? Or would the baffled police have to bring in a consulting detective who likes to bareback?
Or a Costco on a weekend…
Left by Maryc on January 16th, 2010