| Part two of three |
| SPINBUSTERS |
| "I Don't Have a Daddy" |
| Take it from Sherri Z. Heller, Commissioner of the Office of Child Support Enforcement: ''Courts, nonprofits, state agencies are all discovering that reaching out to local faith-based organizations is an effective strategy for making their programs work with populations that have been very difficult to reach, such as fathers coming out of prisons.'' Yah, the man-fodder for your Prison-Industrial-Complex is indeed �very difficult to reach,� isn�t it, Ms. Heller? You know all about prison life for American males, dontcha? Snag �em while they�re broke, beaten, raped and disoriented, eh? They�re sure to kowtow to your fascist agendas then. They�ll be SO thankful to you and our Bonny King Georgie. The appropriately named Ms. Heller ought to be glad that those incarcerated American men that can�t "reach" her. One day, perhaps, they will. And if they don�t, rest assured � the true King will. She will learn a new meaning of �enforcement� then. But for now, Ms. Heller and her Chief Executive Demon rule our asses, watchcap to wingtips, cradle to grave. And their grip is ever-tightening. There is nothing even remotely �faith-based� about these new policies. They are straigtforward coercions, using children as bait. �Faith� � for the enlightenment of our �Religious� Right � grows from FREE WILL, not from turning children into hostages of King George�s State Church, the Leftie-Fems, and the Child Enforcement Gestapo. �Faith� and �force� do not mix. Except in our New Tyranny. Males only need apply. And lest you imagine I have some personal axe a�grinding here, lemme turn over my cards: I�ve been to most of these churches, heard all the raps. And way back, I realized I was gonna get far more �religion� and �faith� from six minutes of �Tumblin� Dice� and �Every Picture Tells A Story� than I ever would from some weak-kneed, fire-breathing pseudo-moralist, preaching from WomanChurch�s morally ascended pulpit. And I don�t owe child-support, either. Never been hitched, never had kids: I smelled the man-trap early on, and ran for Sweet Freedom every time the latest galfriend started talking Rings of Power. But kids like me. I guarantee, given King George � or Ms. Heller -- on one side of the room, and me on the other, one-thousand-percent of the tykes would rush to my side. Once upon a time, when I still naively believed in the goodwill of this land -- and of women in general -- I was very active in my communties, helping kids in a variety of ways. I volunteered to tutor at elementary schools, nudging along the dyslexic, and taking the most �troubled� (read: non-servile) boys aside for one-on-one help. It didn�t really matter if we were composing a short essay, or puzzling over multiplication tables. What these single-momed, �special-ed� boys most needed � what they absolutely CRAVED � was sincere attention from a caring, independent man who�d been out in the Real World, survived, and thought them worthy of notice. I went 4.0 in grad school in Education, but eventually could not tolerate the feminized curriculum, nor the matriarchal values I was expected to instill in the kids � especially those trusting, innocent, soon-to-be-stomped little boys. I�ve helped out kids in many other ways � overwhelmingly single-mom rugrats. Sometimes I bought them food, or appliances, or games, or helped with the rent, the homework -- or just took the bunch out bowling or to the pizza parlor. I spent a year taking animals to visit kids at a Shriner�s Hospital. It was one of the most rewarding, joyous experiences of my life. I never considered it charity, and certainly not work. I loved it, and so did they. The animals were ecstatic, and Big Fun. My own father was the same way: always volunteering as the Little League ump (and shouldering the abuse), ferrying the whole neighborhood gang to the carnival, or just sitting on the front porch, laughing at the lawn-sprites and watching for speeding cars. Each Christmas season, no matter how impoverished, I do something for kids, and for the homeless. Some years all I can manage is a few cheap toys, or a fiver here and there. But the thought of a kid without presents at Christmas knots me up. I�ll spare you the rest of the details. I point them out not to establish my sainthood � for which any opportunity was long gone by the time I was eleven � but merely to illustrate that there are a LOT of men like me � single, childless men � out there in America. And MANY of them support children in ways seen only by God and his servants. But the more the Mommy State and its paternalistic, despotic �leaders� veer towards Gynocratic Fiefdom, the more the Fem-Left and �Religious�-Right hold the gun to our heads to pony up for �the good of the children,� the faster and the further men will retreat from contact with children, and from relationships of any sort with women. Men will simply opt-out of the whole horrid, hypocritical, oppressive Mess. Like I did. The reason is simple. Men aren�t as stupid as the Matriarchy supposes. They know when they�re being mocked, when they�re being oppressed, when their goodwill is being taken-advantage-of. And eventually, one-by-one, they will revolt � first passively, by withdrawal, and later by more direct, violent means. It is inevitable. Any trapped, cheated, tortured animal will do likewise, no matter how severe and retributive the consequences. |