Today’s Lost ‘Vocation’ Of Motherhood!
Mega Dairy Farms: Have we as Animal Activists become so lethargic
as to sit back and let them come to Britain? Well shame on us if we
have! Apathy, weariness and lethargy are the curses of the whole
animal activist movements. Life is short; eternity is long; and we
were put on this earth to fight for the rights of the defenceless.
Therefore, ‘woe are we!’ if we allow valuable – God given – time to
pass by, when we could be out: rocking the proverbial boat and
stirring the consciences of others against the horrendous existence of
battery Belsens around us!
Indeed, these latter monstrosities are most ugly blots on our
Nation’s most ‘green and pleasant land’ – or what’s left of it! Yes,
and as my dear friend Cynthia O’Neil so frequently reminds us: ‘All
that is necessary for such evils to spread like a deadly and lethal
plague, is for us – as assumed animal activists! - to sit back
discussing it while – at the same time - doing nothing about it!
Indeed, as my long deceased mum used to repeatedly say to me: “James,
don’t just dream about doing good deeds: but go out and do them!” Yes,
she – though long dead – yet speaketh; and I thank my God for every
remembrance of her.
Separated from my Dad, whom I never knew until around ten years of
age, she brought up, single handed, my brother and myself with true
Christian values. Kneeling in prayer at our bedsides each night, she
taught us to love Jesus. Yes, and to be grateful for being males which
she frequently wished she’d been. Then – as if to take the part of a
Christian Dad – she would sing the following words:
So you want to know my laddie what I would
have you be,
When the whole wide world’s your playground and
your strong and big like me.
To fight and face
life’s battles; and win them: if you can!
But first and foremost laddie: ‘Be a Man; be a
Man!’
When as a later teenager I identified myself with the ‘Born again’
Christians she didn’t always understand me; and when I told her later
that without accepting Jesus publicly she would end up in Hell, I
seemed to have hurt her more than words could tell! But the fact was
that whereas I was a teenager doing plenty of Bible bashing to get
others ‘;saved!’; her own teenage years had been spent quite
differently. Rather than spouting about Jesus, she used to quietly
and secretly go around after each ‘pay night’ from work, buying fresh
pies and then taking them to the many street urchins who wandered
around the slums wearing little more than a vest! And, indeed, to
affirm that she’d been doing this to possibly buy a future entry in to
Heaven via good works, - as some of the ‘born again’ might have
affirmed - could not have been further from the truth. Indeed, hers
was a goodness that sought no reward now or hereafter!
To receive a delightful breakfast each morning; one at midday from
school; and one beside a warm fire at evening, were things that had a
lasting effect. Indeed, just to see her waiting at the gate with a
warm smile and our little dog in her hands was a tonic in itself.
Indeed, such things helped to make me who I am today; And
consequently, I could ‘weep buckets’, when I see children today
hurriedly pushed in to communal pre. school nurseries or, later sent
off to a boarding school; where nannies are left to care for them.
Indeed, I sense that a society which has hardened it’s conscience
concerning factors such as taking hens out of a family environment and
putting them in to an impersonal and communal battery or barn complex,
will obviously see little if anything wrong in having children
communally being brought up in conditions helpful to the state! Yes,
and a means whereby women can have offspring, but not be too
encumbered by them. After all, by going to work, mother as well as the
passing Dad, can pursue their careers; and once that nursery and
boarding house fees have been met by both going to work, the children
can probably be blest with gifts of foreign holidays, smart phones,
computers etc, etc.
Yes, but today’s mothers – or is it child breeders for their
dormitory? - fail to realise that what counts of far more importance
is time spent with their offspring in a loving home environment.
Indeed, I sense I can hear so many youngsters saying: “Will you spend
more time with me mum?” But then you may think I am old fashioned?
Well, looking around at modern home life – or the little that’s left
of it! – I’d say: ‘Give me the past any day!. Yes, and even though
they included living through the Second World War, and all the
restrictions it imposed; most children were happier by far then, than
they are today; and it’s basically because mothers were far more a
reflection of dear Mary the, the blest mother of Jesus, than mothers
could ever be today!
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Tony Benn R.I.P.
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