Gift
Life can be like the ghoulish faces carved in a pumpkin.
Life isn't even controlled chaos. It's deliberate disorder.
We begin life as an infant, grow mature, come into adulthood. That's deliberate.
When I was young there was a little ditty that went like: "First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes — and the baby carriage." This was used to tease couples who were in a semi serious relationship, like 'going steady'.
We try to make life neat and orderly. But life doesn't go into boxes because of...
People. People have been, for the lack of a better term, sinners, since Adam and Eve disobeyed in the Garden.
We have become too smart. At one time we knew that first comes love then comes marriage, but now?
Women need their sexual freedom. Whereas bad men have been able, in times past to fornicate without consequences, women have been held accountable. Now women should have that same right...What and why?
There is a cynical tendency and a basis for that cynicism. Smart people tell us, if you want a good life with successful outcomes, wait.
Wait, be responsible, get married, become financially stable have children. In short doing things the way of past generations gives us better lives and better homes.
Fornication is wrong. It destroys cultures, homes, people, and future generations.Feminism is a proponent of godlessness. It's as if they're angry they aren't men, but they're gonna get in your face if you happen to have won the lottery and been born a male...
When asked what is meant by being a feminist most women get it wrong. They believe it is equality in work and pay and stuff.
What it comes down to is rabid anti-masculinity. They claim that men have been oppressing women all these centuries. They ignore history.
Most feminist aren't feminine. They are masculine. As someone said in the long ago, feminist want the right to be like men—but they don't want to be like good men. They want to be like bad men.
Hence the ability to fornicate, and now if a child is conceived, to kill the child. Avoid responsibility.
