|—||Francis Chan, Crazy Love (via littlethingsaboutgod)|
|—||Gilmore Girls. Mia, to Emily|
|—||C.S Lewis, The Problem if Pain|
|—||PJ Smyth (via stephniefarren)|
Porn will not make you a better man. It will make you smaller. It will make you a liar. It will kill that instinct inside you that calls you to protect and honor women. It will turn you into something you never wanted to be.
|—||C.S Lewis. The Problem of Pain|
|—||C.S Lewis. The Problem of Pain|
I just realized that being a South African definitely counts as an advantage if there is a zombie apocalypse.
Most of our houses have slam lock gates and burglar bars on all the windows.
Basically we will all be safe in our homes. So, bring on the apocalypse and watch us take over the world…
In any case, I encourage you to consider what it would be like if you tried to explain your “reproductive rights” stance to your pure, beautiful, innocent 5 year old. If you were to be honest with him, and open yourself up to his adorable and “valuable insight,” as the gay rights video put it, I imagine the conversation going this way:
Son: “Mommy, look, that woman has a bump in her tummy. She’s having a baby!”
You: “Oh, no, son. She doesn’t have a baby in there. It’s just a clump of tissue and cells. She could keep it, throw it away, destroy it — that’s totally up to her.”
Son: “So could you have thrown me away when I was in your tummy?”
You: “Absolutely, honey! You weren’t a real person until you actually were physically outside of my body. Until then, I could have taken you to the doctor to have your brains removed from your skull! Oh, don’t cry. What’s wrong? No, it’s OK. I didn’t. I chose not to have you obliterated. But I could have, that’s all Mommy is trying to say. You weren’t valuable when you were inside me. That’s all. You were nothing. You were meaningless. But now you’re super special, son! Let’s go on a picnic and forget all about this!”
Son: “But.. but… why am I valuable now but I wasn’t then?”
You: “Well because you were just a fetus.”
Son: “What’s a fetus?”
You: “A fetus is a baby while it’s still inside its mother. Actually, technically, fetus means ‘offspring.’”
Son: “So a fetus is still a baby?”
You: “Well, no. I mean, yes, but not really. It’s, like, a baby in the sense that it is, of course, of the human species and it does exist, and it is something, but it also isn’t a baby because it isn’t born.”
Son: “So why isn’t it valuable and important?”
You:“Because it depends totally on its mother.”
Son: “So we can throw things away if they depend on us?”
You: “Yes! You understand now!”
Son: “I depend on you. Can you throw me away?”
You: “Well, no. No, but that’s different. I mean, yes, I could have at one point. Look, it’s complicated. The most important thing to understand is that there was a time in the existence of YOU that YOU were nothing but a worthless parasite. All pregnant mommies are infected with worthless parasites. And they only become not-parasites when they’re born, or at 20 weeks, or 24, or 32, or whenever the mom decides. Why are you crying again? No, son, why don’t you understand that we shouldn’t cry for the million fetuses a year that are terminated? This is all necessary for the sake of consequence-free sex! Huh? Yeah, a million. Now you’re crying even more? Come on, son, don’t be such a Republican about this. You know what? Why don’t we take a trip to the abortion clinic tomorrow and I’ll get you some pamphlets and brochures to read!
OK. On second thought, don’t explain it to them.
Keep all of this toxic filth firmly contained in your own mind.
But remember that you’re ashamed and afraid to tell your child how you feel about abortion. I’m not ashamed or afraid to explain my position on anything to anyone, least of all my own kids. Why is that?