From our brother Didact, a link to a description of a better time, and a reminder of the heights from which we have fallen.
I was raised 20 years later, and thre are some commonalities. You could not get BB guns easily, but most country kids had them, and one would not swear. You were expected to play outside until dinned.
I broke my arm at five on Christmas eve trying to jump over the highest tower I could make just like the little red engine. That hurt, but not being able to swim that summer — hurt more.
Set in the 1940s, the film depicts a series of family vignettes through the eyes of 9-year-old Ralphie Parker, who yearns for that gift of all gifts: The Daisy Red Ryder BB gun.
This was boyhood before the Nerf gun and “bang-bang you’re dead” were banned; family life prior to “One Dad Two Dads Brown Dad Blue Dads,” and Christmas before Saint Nicholas was denounced for his whiteness, and “Merry Christmas” condemned for its exclusiveness.
If children could choose the family into which they were born, most would opt for the kind depicted in “A Christmas Story,” where mom is a happy homemaker, dad a devoted working stiff, and between them, they have zero repertoire of progressive psychobabble to rub together.
Although clearly adored, Ralphie is not encouraged to share his feelings at every turn. Nor is he, in the spirit of gender-neutral parenting, circa 2020, urged to act out like a girl if he’s feeling . . . girlie.
Instead, Ralphie is taught restraint and self-control. And horrors: The little boy even has his mouth washed out with soap and water for uttering the “F” expletive. “My personal preference was for Lux,” reveals Ralphie, “but I found Palmolive had a nice piquant, after-dinner flavor—heady but with just a touch of mellow smoothness.” Ralphie is, of course, guilt-tripped with stories about starving Biafrans when he refuses to finish his food.
This time stated to fall in New Zealand after a couple of deaths. Girls killed while out running or walking their horse, from memory. This led, by the time my lads were at school, to regulations that the parents must be at the classroom to pick one;s child up. I will not mention the speeds we hit on rat runs through Auckland to get to the bloody classroom on time, or that our kids did not grow up as much outdoors but with Barney. or that there were less neighbourhood kids to play with, or that it required play dates.
But this I know. Unless this is the end times (and we do not know the hour or day), this cycle of sheer stupidity will end, and there will be a restoration.
5 And now says the Lord, who formed Me from the womb to be His Servant,
To bring Jacob back to Him, so that Israel might be gathered to Him
(For I am honored in the sight of the Lord,
And My God is My strength),
6 He says, “It is too small a thing that You should be My Servant
To raise up the tribes of Jacob and to restore the protected ones of Israel;
I will also make You a light of the nations
So that My salvation may reach to the end of the earth.”
7 This is what the Lord, the Redeemer of Israel and its Holy One,
Says to the despised One,
To the One abhorred by the nation,
To the Servant of rulers:
“Kings will see and arise,
Princes will also bow down,
Because of the Lord who is faithful, the Holy One of Israel who has chosen You.”
8 This is what the Lord says:
“At a favorable time I answered You,
And on a day of salvation I helped You;
And I will watch over You and make You a covenant of the people,
To restore the land, to give as inheritances the deserted hereditary lands;
9 Saying to those who are bound, ‘Go free,’
To those who are in darkness, ‘Show yourselves.’
They will feed along the roads,
And their pasture will be on all bare heights.
10 They will not hunger or thirst,
Nor will the scorching heat or sun strike them down;
For He who has compassion on them will lead them,
And He will guide them to springs of water.
11 I will make all My mountains a road,
And My highways will be raised up.
12 Behold, these will come from afar;
And behold, these will come from the north and from the west,
And these from the land of Aswan.”
13 Shout for joy, you heavens! And rejoice, you earth!
Break forth into joyful shouting, mountains!
For the Lord has comforted His people
And will have compassion on His afflicted.
14 But Zion said, “The Lord has abandoned me,
And the Lord has forgotten me.”
15 “Can a woman forget her nursing child
And have no compassion on the son of her womb?
Even these may forget, but I will not forget you.
46 While He was still speaking to the crowds, behold, His mother and brothers were standing outside, seeking to speak to Him. 47 [Someone said to Him, “Look, Your mother and Your brothers are standing outside, seeking to speak to You.”] 48 But Jesus replied to the one who was telling Him and said, “Who is My mother, and who are My brothers?” 49 And extending His hand toward His disciples, He said, “Behold: My mother and My brothers! 50 For whoever does the will of My Father who is in heaven, he is My brother, and sister, and mother.”
Sticking to the idea of families, Bruce Charlton has an analogy: the establishment is akin to an abusive stepfather, the people to the mother who enables and defends her homme du jour and only those who cannot define innocence are. This is the modern, progressive, matriarchal hell.
It challenges us. We are commanded to honour our parents. To care for them. Though we know that our actions have at times not been ideal for our kids. I’d suggest, that the actions we did that were most disapproved by the sociologists and educational establishment are those what are best. I’d also suggest we homeschool. Kea and I debate facebook: it is the only way we can communicate with half the family due to cellphone plan costs, but on this we agree, it is damaging to all, and dangerous for a badthinker like this blogger.
But here is the secret. Badthinkers speak truth. I’ve enjoyed reading Chesterton, but his age was innocent. The long war had not started, and even then he knew that you were not needing to censor the press. You were censored by the press.
I could do dozens more where the government, academia, industry, or unions lied and most people believed them. I’ve written about those again and again – the 1960’s Harvard Sugar Study, anyone (High Carbs, Harvard, Insurance, And Avoiding Doctors)? If it was just statements from politicians that were lies that most of us believed? I don’t have enough electrons on my computer to store all of those.
Essentially, unless I get up and go outside of the cave I’m in, I’m sitting and watching those shadows on the wall. But when I do get up and go outside of that cave, I learn amazing things – all those things that are glossed over in history classes, and generally not easy to find, though they’re (for today) clearly documented on even Left-leaning sites like Wikipedia®.
All of those things that receive warnings on Twitter® and are banned on Facebook™? Shadows. I’m not saying that everything that gets a Twitter© warning is the Truth. But I am saying that if they’re suppressing an idea, it merits investigation and clear thinking, and abandoning your preconceptions to try to find Truth.
But if someone would have told fifteen year old me that those things in the bullet points above were true? Would I have violently rejected that?
Fifteen year old me wanted to believe in the government, wanted to believe that the press wasn’t hopelessly corrupt. Me in 2020 has seen too much.
The only cure for lies is truth. The only cure for the eill we do habitually is to change our habits. (It would also help if we did not pay people to have bad habits, but I digress into the evils of the welfare state)
For the truth will bring you, as it idiChesterton (and Lewis, and even this much less clever blogger), to the cross, and then you have a binary choice. Converge with the abusive powers of evil — the zeitgeist, or embrace the cross and get ready for the spirital battle.
But in that choice, know that the zeitgeist will be destroyed by the recreation and restoration of this world. May this be by reformation, and we have a prolongation of the time of mercy. For I speculate that when Christ returns no one will bend the knee until the scales are stripped, they see their evil, and know that it iso late.