My mom
made the news twice last week, well not actually my
mother, but her persona. The first was in Maryland
with the second in Colorado and both stories show
how mothers are the last pillar supporting America’s
crumbling family. Atheists dismiss the timeliness of
these two story’s close proximity to Mothers’ Day as
purely coincidence. We believers know the Truth.
Baltimore began the news week with riots
choreographed to advance the agenda our massive
central government must exert federal police control
over its citizenry. If you missed the video of the
Maryland mother halting the fledgling rioting career
of her 15-year-old son, here is the scene: This
young man was camouflaged as an ISIS terrorist
wannabe complete with a black hoodie and back pack.
With his identity concealed, he began chucking rocks
at police and was having a fabulously great riot
until his mother spotted him. Faster than a speeding
bullet, she shot into the street and grabbed the
little perpetrator by his ear. She may have hollered
the customary parental disclaimer “this will hurt me
more than it will hurt you”, but her profane
punctuation muffled her exact words. Mom began
whacking her son about the head and shoulders and he
immediately dropped his rock and surrendered.
Mothers who discipline their children on national
news are rare in these days where self-esteem reigns
supreme. As a kid, I never rioted in downtown
Ingomar or Parkman, but the crazed look in the eyes
of that mother reminded me of my mom when I did
something which pushed her beyond her limits of
maternal sanity. I guess she cared.
The second loving Mothers’ Day story comes from
Aurora, Colorado; a city-kid filled suburb of
Denver. It seems a mom sent her four-year-old
daughter to the Children’s Academy with a lunch
containing a sandwich, string cheese and a packet of
Oreos. Apparently, the all-American Oreo cookie is
on big government’s no-fly list, so the little
girl’s lunch was confiscated for her benefit.
Because leftists believe children belong to the
community rather than parents, the lunch sack was
sent home with a nasty-gram outlining snacks the
government deems acceptable. Hold that thought while
I tie this story to my lunch as a child.
Through all of grade school Mom packed my lunch and
placed it on top of the piano by the back door. My
brothers and I would grab our lunch buckets when we
sprinted out the door to school. We never knew what
special goodie was in our black metal boxes, but
when we opened them at lunch they smelled wonderful
and I would not trade those memories for a semi-load
of government certified snacks. Had a school
employee confiscated my lunch, Mom would have
exploded making the Baltimore Super-Mom look like
Mary Poppins and this brings me to my point.
To instill a progressive utopia, the American family
must be destroyed. Step one began five decades and
22 trillion dollars ago with fathers being replaced
by assistance programs so as to trap single mothers
and their children in perpetual dependency. Look at
Baltimore. Step two targets mothers by enacting
school lunch, breakfast and weekend meal programs
followed by strict nutrition regulations for mothers
stuffing lunch sacks. Look at Colorado. Always
promoted as being “for the children,” these programs
actually eliminate mothers and lock the children in
dependency while preparing them for the final
solution; government pre-K indoctrination. Taken to
completion, American mothers will soon become
nothing more than breeders producing the next
mindless generation of worker bees loyal to the
collective.
America may not have suffered enough for most moms
to realize politicians promising more programs are
their enemy and not their friend. I was blessed with
a mother who figured this out decades ago and made
me the man, husband, father and grandfather I am
today. Thanks Mom, happy Mothers’ Day.
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