“We’re from the government
and we’re here to help.” The nine most terrifying words in the English
language, as Ronald Reagan once stated.
To what do I refer?
Per Life
Site News: “A devout Catholic family in Massachusetts had their 15-year-old
daughter taken away from them after they refused to
refer to her with male pronouns while her school was secretly socially
transitioning her behind the parents’ backs.
Joseph and Arlene Kutzko
haven’t been allowed to see their daughter, Sophie, in nearly two years. Since
then, the Department of Children and Families (DCF) has housed her in a boys’
dormitory, put her on birth control pills and antipsychotic medications.”
Dear
God.
It is
hard for me to fathom the words “had their 15-year-old daughter taken away from
them…” Was this in Stalinist Russia, North Korea, China, Iran? The Third Reich?
No, Massachusetts. Apparently, there is no longer as much difference between
these entities as one would think. So, the state “took” the daughter from her
parents because they refused to participate in a pernicious lie? And tried to
“transition” her behind her parent’s backs? The state hasn’t “allowed” the
parents to see their own child in two years? And has placed her in a boys’
dormitory and given her antipsychotic medications and birth control pills. Who
the hell approved these actions? Does “The State” now trump parents? And do
real, actual boys need birth control pills? For what other purposes does “The
State” have the “right” to confiscate parents’ offspring? To force them into a
certain approved political party or religion? To make them believe the Earth is
flat? Can anyone else see how heinously dangerous and evil this is?
When I
was young, my father took me to see our baseball team on “opening day” on
several occasions. The “home openers.” These games, early in the season, were
always played in the afternoon. One year, when I was in eighth grade and in
junior high, he needed to take me out of school after lunch to attend the game.
School officials frowned on this and were not going to grant permission for me
to leave. During the 5 minutes we had between classes, I darted across the
street to a convenience store and called my dad. I told him of my school’s reluctance.
He said, “no problem, son, I’ll come right over and speak to them.” About 30
minutes later, I was called into the principle’s office over the intercom. The
powers that be informed me that it would, in fact, be perfectly okay for me to
go to the game with my dad…who was standing far off to the side. The powers
that be, my advisor and the principal among them, looked shaken and ashen as
they proceeded to extol the virtues of father-son outings and spring baseball.
Moral of
the story? Screw the government. My dad was there to help me…confront
the government.
Any--
and every-- society that allows government to have the ultimate power over
parents and families is a society that is morally bankrupt and ultimately
doomed to failure.
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