Friday, July 7, 2017
Sick Parents Will Create Sicker Children
Matt Walsh: Dear ‘progressive’ parents, your children are not social experiments.
The world has gone pyscho. I trust this fact has not escaped your notice. And living as we do in this den of insanity, it can be difficult to decide which new example of craziness ought to command our attention. Some would say none of them should anymore. What is the point of focusing on this or that bit of madness? Everything and everyone is mad. We get it. Why dwell on the issue?
I am sympathetic to this point of view, and I even envy those who can live according to it, but I still don’t think that apathy and resignation are the morally correct answers. After all, there are victims to be considered and they deserve some sort of defense, however fruitless it may be. This is especially the case because the victims are so often children, which brings us here:
A child in Canada is set to become the first legally “genderless” human being. The baby’s mother and victimizer, Kori Doty, is fighting to ensure that the child is issued a birth certificate with no sex designation. It will not surprise you to learn that Kori is herself a mentally ill bearded woman who identifies as “non-binary trans,” whatever in Hell that means. (And I use the phrase “whatever in Hell” quite literally.) Kori apparently eschews all gender labels and prefers the pronoun “they,” as if there are two of her, God forbid. Naturally, many media reports have descended into indecipherable nonsense by dutifully referring to this single individual in the plural. An example paragraph from the Independent:
Kori Doty, who does not identify as either male or female and uses the pronoun “they”, says their eight-month-old baby has still not been granted a birth certificate because officials say a gender of either male or female must be registered.
Apparently, if a person doesn’t believe in using proper grammar, we are now morally obliged to use improper grammar when referring to them. We all get to come up with our own incoherent editorial guidelines and impose them on everyone around us. I wonder how far this can be taken. Would the Independent follow my instructions if I explained that I never want the words “the,” “then,” “is,” and “but” to appear in the same sentence as my name? Is that how it works now? And if I claim that I’m an albino giraffe from Venus, will they report it as fact without the slightest hint of irony?
“Matt Walsh, a giraffe with albinism who hails from Venus, the second planet from the Sun, says that he can levitate and vomit gold coins if he drinks enough milk…”
I say this in an attempt to satirize the article, but if you read another few paragraphs, you will see that the article satirizes itself. Here is another actual sentence that appears in this actual “news” publication:
Doty’s lawyer, barbara findlay, who does not spell her name with capital letters, said British Columbia only issues birth certificates with a male or female gender designation.
I’m not making that up. It’s real. This is all real. Well, “real,” anyway. The “non-binary trans” person who identifies as two people hired a lawyer who has decreed that capital letters are a patriarchal conspiracy and must never defile her blessed name. God help us. For it’s clear that we cannot help ourselves.
But the most important issue, again, is not what this delusional, narcissistic woman and her pretentious, asinine lawyer choose to do. The issue is that an innocent and helpless child is being sucked into this black hole of lunacy. In saner times, the child would be removed from the home and the mother committed to a mental health facility, but we do not live in those times. Now, all we can do is sit back and watch as an entire generation is cannibalized by the LGBT agenda.
We need to understand that this child is being actively deprived of something essential to health and survival. Not food or shelter, hopefully, but something even more fundamental: identity. A child needs to know who he is. Don’t tell me he’ll “choose.” Sex cannot be chosen. And, anyway, small children lack the knowledge, foresight, or wisdom to choose even the things that can be chosen.
Have you ever asked a 4 year old kid what he wants to do today? Or what he wants to eat? Or what show he wants to watch? Have you ever given a small child any kind of open ended choice at all? If you have, you know how it works. You sit there forever waiting for them to decide, until finally you just decide for them. I made the mistake of asking my son what he wanted for lunch a few days ago, and I watched him agonize over the question for several long minutes before finally settling on ice cream. Stupid me. Of course he’ll choose ice cream if I give him a choice. That’s why I shouldn’t have given him a choice. “No,” I said. “You’ll have peanut butter and jelly.”
“But I don’t want that,” he shouted.
“You’ll eat it,” I responded.
He did. And thank God I didn’t resolve to just feed him whatever he wants every day, because if I did he’d be dead from malnutrition within the week. That’s because he’s a child. If my son is this indecisive and unintentionally self-destructive in his dietary choices, I can only imagine what would happen if I told him he’s some sort of shapeshifter and he can assume whatever identity he wants every day. His identity would surely change 8,000 times per hour, and he would never settle on his actual identity because he doesn’t really know or understand his actual identity. He needs his parents for that. Why is this so hard to understand?
A child needs you to decide the important things for him. That’s why you’re the adult. He can never make up his mind because his mind is undeveloped. He doesn’t know anything about anything. He has no information about the world or about himself aside from what you tell him. You’re the parent. That’s your job. You’re job is to teach him about the world and about himself. To help him understand and love what he is and who he is. Parents who refuse to fulfill this basic duty out of some ideological conviction are simply bad. They are bad parents. They are unfit. They are worse than unfit. They are abusers. They are destroying their children on purpose.
“But my three year old son started saying he was a girl! How do you explain that?”
How do I explain it? He’s three, you fool. That’s how I explain it. He has no idea what he’s saying. He doesn’t know what a girl is. He doesn’t know what a boy is. He doesn’t know what anything is. My kids think I fly to the moon every time I get on an airplane. They think their favorite cartoon characters live inside our TV in the living room. They think the Orioles mascot is a real bird. They think a snowman can come alive like Olaf from Frozen. My daughter told me yesterday that she’ll be 27 years old and married by next week. My son tells me 50 times a day that he’s Spiderman. And you think these cute, ignorant, little daydreamers are capable of selecting their own gender identity? Well, come to think of it, maybe that’s not much crazier than saying anyone of any age can select their gender identity.
In any case, here’s what I wish these hopelessly “progressive” parents could grasp: your children are not social experiments. They are not lab rats. They are not fashion statements. They are not mere anecdotes to be used in advancing your anti-science agenda. They are human beings and they have needs. A lot of needs. They need love. They need direction. They need guidance. They need clarity. If you will not give them these things, you are a danger to them. They’d be better off raised by monkeys in the jungle than by virtue-signaling narcissists who will use them as pawns in this perverse crusade against God and reality.
Stop hurting your children. Stop using and abusing them. Start being a parent, or give them to someone who will do the job.