
Dour feminism has teamed up with Marxist logic to demonise adults throughout our society.
The feminist movement of the 60s started the ball rolling with its shrill war cry of ‘all men are rapists’ leading to the inevitable conclusion that having been impregnated by ‘rape’, women should bring up children as single mothers in the vague hope that the next generation would not be influenced by the adult males. Unreconstructed feminists such as Harriet Harman are still astride that particularly lame donkey with their attempt to portray women as the lone victims of domestic violence from those dastardly males. ‘Fathers for Justice’ never stood a chance in that climate.
Now that Marxist logic has joined forces with the Talibans of Feminism, or perhaps because they have signed up as lifetime members of the Marxist regime, we are undergoing a full scale demonisation of adults.
Adults are a force to be feared. Children can only be protected by the State.
The NSPCC plaster the walls of places that children frequent with posters. Don’t ever talk to strangers, they say; don’t ever accept sweets or toys or anything else from strangers; say ‘no’ very loudly if any adult, even an adult you know, ever tries to touch you in a private place, or in any way that makes you feel uncomfortable.
One of the many satellite television stations that come our way is saturated with advertisements from the NSPCC illustrating the ‘harm’ that adults do to children. Advertising on other stations – the Polar Bears falling from skyscrapers if Daddy doesn’t change his car, the ‘flood’ nightmares endured by small girls if Mummy doesn’t change all the light-bulbs pronto, reinforcing the image by suggesting that pressure is required from children in order for adults ‘to behave’.
We have had a wave of publicity regarding the pedophiles in our midst. No longer couched in coded terms between adults, but brazenly discussed on the early evening news. Michael Greisemer actually pinpoints 1987 as the year this began. Beware the adults in your midst.
State censorship of the Internet is always presented in terms of protecting the children. From adults.
The anti-drinking and anti-smoking campaigns are addressed towards children – ‘I don’t want my Mummy to die’, the message is clear, Mummy and Daddy are irresponsible adults and the State is doing what it can to protect you from them. From Adults.
Parents are banned from supervising children in the school playground – only State appointed agents can be trusted to protect you. From Adults. The message is hammered home yet again, adults as a species need to be heavily regulated and controlled, they represent a clear and present danger to you.
Parental discipline is seen in terms of physical abuse, and should not be tolerated by a child. As youngsters we were brought up to ‘be seen but not heard’ (although my own Mother managed to extend that to ‘neither seen nor heard’!) If I had to identify the difference between growing up in the middle of the last century and now, it was that optimism countered anxieties with assumptions that the future was better, and progress was inevitable. So this century’s new adults may be the first generation in the developed world facing a future without belief in the inevitability of some form of Utopian future.
This new generation of children will receive ‘parenting lessons’ – from the State, not their own parents.
As though to complete the circle, yesterday saw a radio programme on BBC4 ‘Mother was a Blackshirt’ - an object study in disassociation from one’s parents. It was perfectly in tune with the new morality.
Francis Beckett’s mother Anne was a young working woman. Anne was sent along to Mosley’s headquarters by the Pitman’s Shorthand temp agency to work as a secretary.
She didn’t choose to take the job, you understand, she was directed to by adults…
“She was never a racist but worked amongst racists,” Francis Beckett said.
Nasty wicked adults, and her little more than a child herself.
It was at fascist headquarters that Anne joined the Blackshirts and met and later married one of the Blackshirt elite, John Beckett, Francis’ father.
Whoops! Not just working amongst them, but promising to ‘love, honour and obey’ one of them; and copulating with them…
John was sent to prison with Oswald Mosley during the war – and his family spent the rest of their lives living hand to mouth.
See? It was the little children that suffered in the end.
Expect more programmes exposing the guilt and shame that children have had to endure as they grow old enough to understand what deeply nasty people their parents were, and how it was only the intervention of the State that rescued them.
The Children of the future are truly the Children of the Damned. Us.
Just wait until they hear of the debt we have inflicted on them.
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Slightly over the top Anna, but a similar idea.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1240770/France-introduce-new-law-banning-psychological-violence-marriages.html
as a former child I have to say that this scenario is very familiar. now that i’m grown up i have put away childish things except ice cream, especially when it snows, and fruit salads and winegums and the beano.
The similarity between the ends achieved by New Labour, and the means to these ends proposed by the Frankfurt School is too great not to be noted.
We are being destroyed from within.
Assigning perniciously planned conspiracy to mad people misses the point: they’re mad. They club together because they’re mad. They have no desire to rule the world – they simply believe this IS the world.
For this reason they have added a
Another excellent article,Anna. I have asked this question before and no-one seems to have an answer. Where can we all escape to so we don’t have to share our lives with either feminists or islamonazis? Because frankly I am bloody sick of them. I would take the lot and set fire to them because they are all scum and they know they are!!!!
mark January 5, 2010 at 18:35
I’d suggest you go to Fiorina 161!
Elvera,
I just joined the queue of people Googling Fiorina 161……..
Mark,
“…no-one seems to have an answer. Where can we all escape to…”
Maybe the answer is that there is no place as this is a global conspiracy. If you can find a nice uninhabited island in the Pacific, you might have peace for a couple of years, but you’d be waiting for the French to conduct another nuclear test. (Or Brits or Americans).
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do . . . Philip Larkin.
I love that poem.
.. They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.
(This Be The Verse, 1971)
You beat me to it, miss mink.
Thought provoking piece, Anna.
To miss pink.
I love that poem too.
It all seems well within the bounds of reasonable scaremongering.
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