"Agenda 2030 is not real. It is conceptual. It is the vision of a minority. Our families are real. Our friends are real. Our lives are sacred. We are the majority."
Too long for a t-shirt, but I'm printing that and sticking it on the wall above the monitor.
I make a similar point to people who express despair: Nothing open to human choice is inevitable. The parasite class can't exist without the cooperation of those they prey on. Withdraw it. They're naked emperors. Without the complicity of its presumptive victims, evil is impotent. And you know what Walt Whitman said: "Keep your face always to the sunshine and the shadows will fall behind you."
For the last few days I've been contemplating the birth of my older daughter. I am not opposed to modern medical care as I believe that I have had three times in my life, that being the day I was born (autoimmune rH reaction from mixing of my mother's B negative with my B positive blood type), during my first daughter's birth and when I had antibiotic resistent e coli where I would have died without modern medecine.
I'll explain about my now teenager's birth. My daughter was two weeks overdue and I was pushing for a natural labor. The hospital gave me something to speed up the process. At about four hours in I needed an emergency C section anyways.
I was diagnosed with cephalopelvic disproportion, which is a fancy way of saying my daughter got stuck in the birth canal. Now she was a big baby (8 pounds 10 ounces thus called 4 kilos by Thai staff). Believe me when I say I felt it. I went from waves of contractions that were manageable albeit not fun to one that shot up on the pain index from a 4 to 6 to a 12,000. Perhaps that doesn't describe it well enough, so I'll say this: if somebody had told me while I was screaming that they needed to machete my leg off at the thigh, which would act as a twitch so I was distracted from the pain elsewhere, I would have enthusiastically said yes. Needless to say they injected me with something to knock me out and I woke up the next morning in a Kill Bill moment frantically looking for my baby. She was fine, of course, though she had many bruises from the painstaking process of being wrenched free from the birth canal.
Now I had a midwife from India who tried to convince me that I could have meditated through it or something, but I'm not so sure. I think any pregnancy that results in both the mother and baby coming out the other side of it in one piece is a successful one. Death during childbirth is a thing, mentioned as a wage for Eve and all women for eating the forbidden fruit in the book of Genesis. The C section or Ceasarean section was named after Julius Caesar who wasn't a recent historical figure either. C section almost certainly started as a way to save the baby not the mother and I know of two women in my family tree who died during childbirth in the 1800's.
Despite that all I wanted more children afterwards and would be honored if God were to so bless me with another one. Screw them and this joyless, childless, sterile world. Do you know what's worth fighting for if its not worth dying for?
"Agenda 2030 is not real. It is conceptual. It is the vision of a minority. Our families are real. Our friends are real. Our lives are sacred. We are the majority."
Too long for a t-shirt, but I'm printing that and sticking it on the wall above the monitor.
I make a similar point to people who express despair: Nothing open to human choice is inevitable. The parasite class can't exist without the cooperation of those they prey on. Withdraw it. They're naked emperors. Without the complicity of its presumptive victims, evil is impotent. And you know what Walt Whitman said: "Keep your face always to the sunshine and the shadows will fall behind you."
For the last few days I've been contemplating the birth of my older daughter. I am not opposed to modern medical care as I believe that I have had three times in my life, that being the day I was born (autoimmune rH reaction from mixing of my mother's B negative with my B positive blood type), during my first daughter's birth and when I had antibiotic resistent e coli where I would have died without modern medecine.
I'll explain about my now teenager's birth. My daughter was two weeks overdue and I was pushing for a natural labor. The hospital gave me something to speed up the process. At about four hours in I needed an emergency C section anyways.
I was diagnosed with cephalopelvic disproportion, which is a fancy way of saying my daughter got stuck in the birth canal. Now she was a big baby (8 pounds 10 ounces thus called 4 kilos by Thai staff). Believe me when I say I felt it. I went from waves of contractions that were manageable albeit not fun to one that shot up on the pain index from a 4 to 6 to a 12,000. Perhaps that doesn't describe it well enough, so I'll say this: if somebody had told me while I was screaming that they needed to machete my leg off at the thigh, which would act as a twitch so I was distracted from the pain elsewhere, I would have enthusiastically said yes. Needless to say they injected me with something to knock me out and I woke up the next morning in a Kill Bill moment frantically looking for my baby. She was fine, of course, though she had many bruises from the painstaking process of being wrenched free from the birth canal.
Now I had a midwife from India who tried to convince me that I could have meditated through it or something, but I'm not so sure. I think any pregnancy that results in both the mother and baby coming out the other side of it in one piece is a successful one. Death during childbirth is a thing, mentioned as a wage for Eve and all women for eating the forbidden fruit in the book of Genesis. The C section or Ceasarean section was named after Julius Caesar who wasn't a recent historical figure either. C section almost certainly started as a way to save the baby not the mother and I know of two women in my family tree who died during childbirth in the 1800's.
Despite that all I wanted more children afterwards and would be honored if God were to so bless me with another one. Screw them and this joyless, childless, sterile world. Do you know what's worth fighting for if its not worth dying for?
We influence everything and control nothing. We should never surrender our influence or submit to those who seek control!