By TLB Contributor: Ken LaRive
In no way do I want to insinuate that only women are to blame. Men are responsible for what they do too. Government programs, the media in all of its various abilities, are also responsible… But to see this, to understand this, all of it must be laid on the table. It is the only way to fully understand it, and if you think it valuable, to reach out and change it.
Seems like many other institutions, from war for profit, intolerant and condescending religions, to the dominate control that government plays in our lives and very spirit, doing what is right with a loving heart will set a precedence, and others will emulate your good intentions. Yes, by doing good, others will take up your standard and imitate it, one at a time… but a mean and ignorant spirit will be emulated too… and as it takes far less effort to perfect, and has become a growing cancer in our new Socialistic/Progressive world.
The miracle that is woman… intuition
Anyone who has ever been married to a woman knows first hand what speculation is, and it has little to do with the formal definition, i.e., The forming of a theory or conjecture without firm evidence.
Call it what you will, an educated guess, a hypothetical synopsis, a conjectural affirmation, a supposition or presupposition, or perhaps a surmised opinion, but all of these descriptions would fall short in an accurate analysis of a woman’s speculative power. It is a true mystery, indeed, an enigma, and every person who ever had a mother knows of that precognitive connection to something akin to magic. Some even suggest it to be a supernatural ability, and it has confused and confounded all scientific scrutiny to describe it.
Like invisible lines of force, perhaps an ability to actually tap into the cosmic plasma of reality, a woman can predict the future, influence the present by sheer will, can see into the great vast myriad of random past possibilities, and choose the one most likely to occur in the future. Somewhere in this prediction, in most every case, is an element of fearful concern. A mother’s fear seems to be the catalyst that can connect the dots, to see the hand before it is played, to actually light a dark future path with a conclusive volition of certainty, and all of it designed as a survival technique. It isn’t a base fear I am referring to, but a kind of fear that is so profound it can not truly be described, as there is nothing stronger than the Love between a woman and her child, and so too for everything she holds dear…And, without a singular doubt, it has lit the mind of men. Take a look around at the men who do not take this amazing gift to heart, and you will find vast and empty space inside of their shells, shadows of what they could be…
Sure, no real way to prove, or show it on a graft, nor is there a statistic of any substance… but we all know that her cognitive ability saved our lives many times. Not only was this gift evident in her eyes, a recognition we learned at her knee, but it permeated from her from morning till night without fail, and could actually float above us like a guiding spirit, even in the middle of the night and far far away…
But I must admit: Some women have been twisted by strong willed, dominating, and unhappy men, and they have responded in like kind. There is a special kind of hate that a woman of this kind produces, and it is called vindictiveness. A vindictive woman has lost her loving will, and displaced it with slow, malicious, and evil intent. They are, in many cases, a product of mean spirited men in their lives, from fathers to husbands… and they fight back with bitterness, resentment, and rancor. And so twisted, they actually revel in the pain of others, some of it they actually inflict, well hidden by deceit.
But there is another kind of women who relish in their speculative gifts… Though fear, in and of itself, may seem negative, when it is mixed with another powerful and primary force, Love (Agape, or selfless Love), they move together as one magical elixir. Could this singular element be the key to her amazing ability, the constant of Love? And what of some men today, who estimates what a man is by the number of conquests he has had, and all of it based on lies and deceit, without honor or responsibility. Isn’t it a woman who teaches them what and who they are, the actual potential of what they can be? A vindictive woman, a jilted woman, builds walls around her mind because of a constant pain she can not extinguish, and in the process pushes and pulls those around her, to fulfill her needs with selfish motivations, and all of it designed by boundaries… Boundaries she creates by the bones of conquest…
We all have our parts to play in this confusing and convoluted world. Men and women are indeed two pieces of the same puzzle, and yet it seems that this ability, just as the strength of a creative spirit that permeates from our hearts, are dwindling fast. In one generation the differences we once held precious, are actually akin to our very survival as a species, and is dissipating in one social experiment after another. B.F. Skinner would be jumping for joy, as his mice studies have mirrored the very breakdown of our society. And yes, metaphorically, some are now eating there babies.
Where once women looked to marry a man who could provide for her family, was genetically superior and healthy. or was deemed by her to posses inordinate survival skills, many of the new kind of experimental woman seek a man who can posses a soft (so called) feminine side… a sensitive side based on emotion, as promoted by the silver screen and the black box. Fitting together as one is not their goal, but dominance and control is. Rolls that were typical and innate to men and women just a generation ago… are, in many cases, entirely reversed. Responsibility is devolving into a collective mindset, at conventionality at war with forms of social orthodoxy that took eons to develop, and some to prefect, are now disregarded as out of date.
Love is understood to now mean lust, self responsibility to selfishness, motivation to achieve is anti- social and unfair, and truth is found in the eye of the beholder where anything goes. And as we battle, 3100 abortions are performed every single day, we have more incarcerations than any other country on the planet because rules are profitable, sex is promoted to be perverse and yet is the number one selling tool, government intrusion into our lives give us constant trauma, designed to justify their ability to take away Liberty. And all of it tied together like a gift, for corporate profit, a black bottom line without a moral compass.
The losses are horrifying to a Libertarian, as we see this systemic failure of individual responsibility as designed, one mandate after another, in increments undetectable by the average person so involved in every day activities. It becomes a structure, and on it are nailed mindless pacifists, intolerant, self-centered, perfect fodder for a system that produces, by indoctrination, cookie-cut minds, easily controlled. Women, who spend an hour in front of the mirror, shop in a super market where over 80 percent of the products they buy, to feed their family, are unhealthy if eaten on a regular basis. They can not tell you what the national debt is, or have even a remedial understanding of what a Republic based on law is, and the rote and cant of their limited and uninspired education is soon forgotten as frivolous… as are their counterparts, the new metro-sexual men.
In no way do I want to suggest that men do not have their own form of survival speculation, or that women no longer have their speculative ability, but that both are being systematically, and quite possibly irreconcilably destroyed.
Where once they motivated their men to hunt for food, now many abhor this practice to be barbaric, and sympathetic to the plight of a Bambi-like entity who cowers in fear deep in the foreboding woods crying to its mama, where critters like spiders, snakes, mosquitoes, tics and fleas and flies, heat and cold, permeates inhospitably. And it isn’t as if they have quit the use of eating meat, but that the process of that kill is found too close to their microcosm of borders. Borders that grow taller and stronger with each passing day in their lives, boundaries prescribed to them not from the inside out by a classical education, but by propaganda and scientifically formulated advertisement, with all of that point-of-sale directed right at them, an open vessel… an empty container needing fulfillment.
Divorce is up from 60 to 80 percent, depending on the color of your skin, and children out of wedlock hold about the same number. Some men no longer know how to even greet a woman, and a simple kiss on the cheek becomes awkward. A smile is interpreted by some as a come-on, because their minds are cluttered with false speculations… created by insensitive “new men”, and the tipping of a hat or opening a door forgotten and unappreciated. Words like chivalry, gallantry, valor, heroism, honor, and respect, is lost by new and meaningless games of social confusion, and all of the muddiness is produced by a media mindset, where Black Friday and a January white sale become an every-day mentality, and women… who once would multitask an entire household, drives to the corner market for a frozen pizza or TV dinner while listening to the radio. She cracks her window and displays her cigarette with a perfectly manicured and delicate hand that has known no physical work, because she does not want to stink up her new car, …and her lungs are not much considered, because she thinks that she is can beat all odds. And as she paints her eyes in the rear view mirror, speeds and zing-zags while texting, she is no longer guided by a nurturing force for goodness and self awareness that we old men remember. Instead, she displays an overt disdain, an arrogant demeanor, as she uses the lust of the new men as her personal power over them. Yes, I remember it well… Once taught to take a strong stance against the advances of a young man’s libido, they now attempt to match it with the same verve, as they see others doing in the great wasteland, their true god.
Because their speculation is no longer based on unselfish concern and Love, but a nature of selfish needs, the outcome is given in like kind. It is a universal law, the law of cause and effect, as what you sow you will reap, and the questions we once asked this life are, to them, now demands, as if everything is self-balanced, fair, free, and deserved. Without a pure and loving speculation from women, who were, and still are, the very cornerstones of our society, men are blind. And without strong men of value, so too are women… Perhaps, and I dare to say… our ancestors, who braved an uncertain and dangerous world arm and arm, might have had the true magical mixture, where men and women actually reveled in their differences. Here we find ourselves in a wondrous world, and few appreciate it…
There is no clear-cut method I can see to reverse this trend. The force we have to oppose is vast and powerful, with bright colored lights that dazzle a suggestive mind… but then there are some among us who still remember, when men were men, and women were…
A good partner…
And I will continue to open doors, to put women and children on pedestals with awe and respect, to tip my hat with a smile, and to put my arm out as a gesture of chivalry… that the new woman considers to be a trap of male dominance. I still walk on the the street side, and as we walk together, I will have her hand on my arm, perfectly balanced, and there is a certain amount of comfort as we walk in the French Quarter. She knows that I would die for her, and she considers me true, tested, capable, and trustworthy… and the new men know this too, and move out of our way without understanding… and under my coat I carry a 9mm, as some things do not change, and I consider myself on constant guard duty, just as the men of old must have been, so I’ve been told, so long ago. I have been married to a real woman of speculation, for nearly 43 years, and I am so honored, lucky really, to have found her. But I had the ability to see her from across the room when she was just 14, and we have been together ever since…
Author’s note: I’m finished “The Robber Barrons” by Mathew Josephson, (holy cow), and have started “The Presidency of John F. Kennedy” by Herbert S. Parmet, who has brought tears to my eyes from the very first page… Know your past, and you will know the direction you wish to take in the future. And oh, one other thing, or two: Change does not always mean for the better. Don’t vote for a person because of the color of his skin, but what he is inside, but you won’t know him unless you take the time to study. Trust no one with you mind, and immortal soul. Different does not mean better, and if you dress like a clown you should not be surprised when people laugh. The reason I never got a tat is a simple one… I could not think of one symbol strong enough to outlast me, and what kind of person would want to go through life with the face of Micky Mouse on their arm… and the Chinese symbols on your neck? Well, this world has a place for everyone… And I’ll have a pickle with my hamburger please. Thanks for listening, and good hunting.
Women are the conscience of men. Do you understand that concept? A hundred years ago most everyone knew this… I am not referring to our conscious ability, our self-awareness, but conscience, our moral compass. When women lose that ability, society falls, and dominant men, evil in intent, will take control. Take a look at your world, and you will see it to.
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