Monday, April 24, 2017

Shiver Like My Sista Kate

The Cold War and Irony go hand in hand. The 'west' defeated Communism in Russia but Communism plays a long hand in the west and it continues - and is defeating us. Now we have cold comfort in a pyrrhic victory. Even that old KGB Colonel, Putin, rails against the very Muslim terror that his mob taught to muslims. The 'home front' is in disarray brought about by the most unlikely of troops, our own womenfolk.

Who says women cannot make soldiers. They fight differently but with great effect, and they are adept at turning men to their advantage. It is a new form of international warfare.  They are International soldiers. Their main weapon is The Lie.

It is not as though we could not see it happening before our eyes.  We did nothing about it other than crumble.

My friend Moira - she of the harp and fine, high voice, brought a sister of a Sista in who had a lot to say about the demise we see all around us. Mallory Millett's sister is the infamous Kate.

You will not find Katie on the Tavern walls as a Heroine. Mallory might make it there one day though.

Mallory was there in the early days of feminism, already wounded. She had a ring-side seat watching her sister ruin womanhood. 

Kate  Millett was a psychopath, a manipulator, and emotional abuser. And a leader feted by the media. Of course, she made it onto the cover of Time Magazine.

The horror I witnessed inside the women’s “liberation” movement.
 "When women go wrong men go right after them.”
-- Mae West
“Socialism is a philosophy of failure, the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy; its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery.”  Winston Churchill wrote this over a century ago.
During my junior year in high school, the nuns asked about our plans for after we graduated. When I said I was going to attend State University, I noticed their disappointment.  I asked my favorite nun, “Why?” She answered, “That means you'll leave four years later a communist and an atheist!"
What a giggle we girls had over that. "How ridiculously unsophisticated these nuns are," we thought. Then I went to the university and four years later walked out a communist and an atheist, just as my sister Katie had six years before me.
Sometime later, I was a young divorcee with a small child. At the urging of my sister, I relocated to NYC after spending years married to an American executive stationed in Southeast Asia. The marriage over, I was making a new life for my daughter and me.   
Katie said, 
"Come to New York. We're making revolution! 
Some of us are starting the National Organization of Women and you can be part of it."
I hadn't seen her for years.  Although she had tormented me when we were youngsters, those memories were faint after my Asian traumas and the break-up of my marriage.  I foolishly mistook her for sanctuary in a storm. With so much time and distance between us, I had forgotten her emotional instability.
And so began my period as an unwitting witness to history. I stayed with Kate and her lovable Japanese husband, Fumio, in a dilapidated loft on The Bowery as she finished her first book, a PhD thesis for Columbia University, “Sexual Politics.”
Columbia U, of course. No less an Institution of infamy than Mr Putin's Patrice Lamumba U. Both intent on destroying the west, but one in New York and the other in Moscow. 
It was 1969. Kate invited me to join her for a gathering at the home of her friend, Lila Karp. They called the assemblage a "consciousness-raising-group," a typical communist exercise, something practiced in Maoist China. 
We gathered at a large table as the chairperson opened the meeting with a back-and-forth recitation, like a Litany, a type of prayer done in Catholic Church. But now it was Marxism, the Church of the Left, mimicking religious practice:
"Why are we here today?" she asked.
     "To make revolution," they answered.
"What kind of revolution?" she replied.
      "The Cultural Revolution," they chanted.
“And how do we make Cultural Revolution?" she demanded.
      "By destroying the American family!" they answered.
"How do we destroy the family?" she came back.
      "By destroying the American Patriarch," they cried exuberantly.
"And how do we destroy the American Patriarch?” she replied.
      "By taking away his power!"
"How do we do that?"
       "By destroying monogamy!" they shouted.
"How can we destroy monogamy?"
Their answer left me dumbstruck, breathless, disbelieving my ears.  Was I on planet earth?  Who were these people?
"By promoting promiscuity, eroticism, prostitution and homosexuality!" they resounded.
Yes, I recall my Catholic education. Some call it indoctrination and that was exactly what it was. In the original meaning. It taught us Doctrine.

"Who made you?"
"God made me"
"Why did God make you?"
"To Know Him, Love Him and Serve Him"

Quite a different message, don't you think?  Love, Learn, Co-Create.

Kate's Satanic doctine is all about destruction of all that is Good.
They proceeded with a long discussion on how to advance these goals by establishing The National Organization of Women.   
It was clear they desired nothing less than the utter deconstruction of Western society. 
The upshot was that the only way to do this was "to invade every American institution.  Every one must be permeated with ‘The Revolution’": The media, the educational system, universities, high schools, K-12, school boards, etc.; then, the judiciary, the legislatures, the executive branches and even the library system.
It fell on my ears as a ludicrous scheme, as if they were a band of highly imaginative children planning a Brinks robbery; a lark trumped up on a snowy night amongst a group of spoiled brats over booze and hashish.
To me, this sounded silly.  I was enduring culture shock after having been cut-off from my homeland, living in Third-World countries for years with not one trip back to the United States. I was one of those people who, upon returning to American soil, fell out of the plane blubbering with ecstasy at being home in the USA. I knelt on the ground covering it with kisses.  I had learned just exactly how delicious was the land of my birth and didn't care what anyone thought because they just hadn't seen what I had or been where I had been.  I had seen factory workers and sex-slaves chained to walls.
How could they know?  Asia is beyond our ken and, as they say, utterly inscrutable, and a kind of hell I never intended to revisit.  I lived there, not junketed, not visited like sweet little tourists -- I’d conducted households and tried to raise a child. I had outgrown the communism of my university days and was clumsily groping my way back to God.
How could twelve American women who were the most respectable types imaginable -- clean and privileged graduates of esteemed institutions: Columbia, Radcliffe, Smith, Wellesley, Vassar; the uncle of one was Secretary of War under Franklin Roosevelt -- plot such a thing?  Most had advanced degrees and appeared cogent, bright, reasonable and good. 
How did these people rationally believe they could succeed with such vicious grandiosity?  And why?
I dismissed it as academic-lounge air-castle-building.
As did so many others back then. But just look at how successful Kate has been. 
 I continued with my new life in New York while my sister became famous publishing her books, featured on the cover of “Time Magazine.” “Time” called her 
“the Karl Marx of the Women's Movement.”
This was because her book laid out a course in Marxism 101 for women.  Her thesis: The family is a den of slavery with the man as the Bourgeoisie and the woman and children as the Proletariat.  The only hope for women's "liberation" (communism’s favorite word for leading minions into inextricable slavery; "liberation," and much like "collective" – please run from it, run for your life) was this new “Women’s Movement.”   
Her books captivated the academic classes and soon "Women's Studies” courses were installed in colleges in a steady wave across the nation with Kate Millett books as required reading.
Imagine this: a girl of seventeen or eighteen at the kitchen table with Mom studying the syllabus for her first year of college and there's a class called "Women's Studies." "Hmmm, this could be interesting," says Mom. "Maybe you could get something out of this."
Seems innocuous to her.  
And to millions of women who 'identify' with other women and not with Humanity, let alone God. It is the 'ordinary' woman who is now feeling the heat of all the hatred and destruction that they disregarded over two generations. Not disregarded totally though. They cheered it on the 'empowerment'
How could she suspect this is a class in which her innocent daughter will be taught that her father is a villain?  Her mother is a fool who allowed a man to enslave her into barbaric practices like monogamy and family life and motherhood, which is a waste of her talents.  She mustn't follow in her mother's footsteps. That would be submitting to life as a mindless drone for some domineering man, the oppressor, who has mesmerized her with tricks like romantic love.  Never be lured into this chicanery, she will be taught. 
Although men are no damned good, she should use them for her own orgasmic gratification; sleep with as many men as possible in order to keep herself unattached and free. 
There's hardly a seventeen-year-old girl without a grudge from high school against a Jimmy or Jason who broke her heart.  
The personal becomes political. That boys and girls discover themselves and one another with some difficulty, mistakes, immature desire and plain silliness is fodder for blame instead of learning and wisdom. 
Boys are learning, too, and they can be careless during high school, that torment of courting dances for both sexes.
To this old Tavern Keeper who has been around far longer than most, it is more than simply sad to see that today's young men, in the main, have adopted the worst aspects of Kate's catechism. They hate: they eschew marriage: they fall for the promiscuity, eroticism and prostitution - particularly the latter.
By the time Women's Studies professors finish with your daughter, she will be a shell of the innocent girl you knew, who's soon convinced that although she should be flopping down with every boy she fancies, she should not, by any means, get pregnant.  And so, as a practitioner of promiscuity, she becomes a wizard of prevention techniques, especially abortion.
The goal of Women's Liberation is to wear each female down to losing all empathy for boys, men or babies. 
The tenderest aspects of her soul are roughened into a rock pile of cynicism, where she will think nothing of murdering her baby in the warm protective nest of her little-girl womb. 
She will be taught that she, in order to free herself, must become an outlaw. This is only reasonable because all Western law, since Magna Carta and even before, is a concoction of the evil white man whose true purpose is to press her into slavery.
Be an outlaw! Rebel! Be defiant!  (Think Madonna, Lady Gaga, Lois Lerner, Elizabeth Warren.) “All women are prostitutes,” she will be told.  You're either really smart and use sex by being promiscuous for your own pleasures and development as a full free human being "just like men" or you can be a professional prostitute, a viable business for women, which is "empowering" or you can be duped like your mother and prostitute yourself to one man exclusively whereby you fall under the heavy thumb of "the oppressor."   
All wives are just "one-man whores."
So many times I have heard young men say that. Young that they need shave only once a week and still have the cradle marks on their backsides. They have been indoctrinated in hatred and dismissal of women. 
She is to be heartless in this.  No sentimental stuff about courting. No empathy for either boy or baby.  She has a life to live and no one is to get in her way.  And if the boy or man doesn't "get it" then no sex for him; "making love" becomes "having sex." "I'm not 'having sex' with any jerk who doesn't believe I can kill his son or daughter at my whim.   
He has no say in it because it’s my body!” (Strange logic as who has ever heard of a body with two heads, two hearts, four arms, four feet?)
There's no end to the absurdities your young girl will be convinced to swallow.   
"I plan to leap from guy to guy as much as I please and no one can stop me because I'm liberated!”  
And those that fight against the tide of filth and hatred are dismissed as 'bigots'.

In other words, these people will turn your daughter into a slut with my sister's books as instruction manuals. ("Slut is a good word. Be proud of it!")  She'll be telling you, "I'm probably never getting married and if I do it will be after I've established my career," which nowadays often means never. "I'll keep my own name and I don't really want kids.  They're such a bother and only get in the way."  They'll tell her, “Don't let any guy degrade you by allowing him to open doors for you. To be called ‘a lady’ is an insult. Chivalry is a means of ownership.”
Thus, the females, who are fundamentally the arbiters of society go on to harden their young men with such pillow-talk in the same way they’ve been hardened because, "Wow, man, I've gotta get laid and she won't do it if I don't agree to let her kill the kid if she gets knocked-up!” Oppressed? 
Woman has always had power. Consider the eternal paradigm: only after Eve convinced Adam to eat the fruit did mankind fall. I.e., man does anything to make woman happy, even if it's in defiance of God. There’s power for ya! 
Without a decent womankind, mankind is lost. 
As Mae West said, "When women go wrong men go right after them!"
I’ve known women who fell for this creed in their youth who now, in their fifties and sixties, cry themselves to sleep decades of countless nights grieving for the children they'll never have and the ones they coldly murdered because they were protecting the empty loveless futures they now live with no way of going back.  “Where are my children?  Where are my grandchildren?" they cry to me.
"Your sister's books destroyed my sister's life!" 
 I've heard numerous times. "She was happily married with four kids and after she read those books, walked out on a bewildered man and didn't look back."   
The man fell into despairing rack and ruin. The children were stunted, set off their tracks, deeply harmed; the family profoundly dislocated and there was “no putting Humpty-Dumpty together again.”
Throughout the same time these women were “invading” our institutions, the character of the American woman transformed drastically from models portrayed for us by Rosalind Russell, Bette Davis, Deborah Kerr, Eve Arden, Donna Reed, Barbara Stanwyck, Claudette Colbert, Irene Dunn, Greer Garson.  These were outstanding women needing no empowerment lessons and whose own personalities, as well as the characters they interpreted, were strong, resilient and clearly carved.  Their voices were so different you could pick them out by that alone.  We all knew Rita Hayworth's voice.  We all knew Katherine Hepburn's voice.
I dare you to identify the voices of the cookie-cutter post-women's-liberation types from Hollywood today. How did these “liberated” women fall into such an indistinguishable pile of mush?

They all look exactly the same with few individuating characteristics and their voices sound identical, these Julies and Jessicas!  My friend, Father George Rutler, calls them "the chirping fledglings of the new Dark Ages."   
The character of the American woman has been distorted by this pernicious movement. From where did this foul mouthed, tattooed, outlaw creature, who murders her baby without blinking an eye and goes partying without conscience or remorse come?  And, in such a short little phase in history?
Never before have we heard of so many women murdering their children: 
Casey Anthony killing her little Caylee and partying-hearty for weeks; Susan Smith driving her beautiful little boys into a lake, leaving them strapped in the water to die torturous deaths; that woman who drowned her five children in the bathtub?  “Hey, if I can kill my baby at six months of gestation why not six months post-birth, just call it late late-term abortion.”
I insist that woman always has been the arbiter of society and when those women at Lila Karp's table in Greenwich Village set their minds to destroying the American Family by talking young women into being outlaws, perpetrators of infanticide, and haters of Western law, men and marriage, 
they accomplished just what they intended.   
Their desire -- and I witnessed it at subsequent meetings till I got pretty sick of their unbridled hate -- was to tear American society apart along with the family and the "Patriarchal Slave-Master," the American husband.
We're all so busy congratulating each other because Ronald Reagan "won the Cold War without firing a shot" entirely missing the bare truth which is that Mao, with his Little Red Book and the Soviets, won the Cold War without firing a shot by taking over our women, our young and the minds of everyone tutored by Noam Chomsky and the textbooks of Howard Zinn. Post-graduate Junior is Peter Pan trapped in the Never Neverland of Mom's (she's divorced now) basement. 
Christina Hoff Sommers says, "Moms and dads, be afraid for your sons. There's a 'war on men' that started a long time ago in gender studies classes and in women's advocacy groups eager to believe that men are toxic… Many 'educated women' in the U.S. have drunk from the gender feminist Kool Aid.  Girls at Yale, Haverford and Swarthmore see themselves as oppressed.  This is madness."
If you see something traitorous in this, a betrayal of my sister, I have come to identify with such people as Svetlana Stalin or Juanita Castro; coming out to speak plainly about a particularly harmful member of my family.  Loyalty can be highly destructive.  What about Muslims who refuse to speak out right now?   
I was one of the silent but at last I'm "spilling the beans." 
The girls have been up to something for years and it's really not good. It's evil. We should be sick to our souls over it.  I know I am. And so, mass destruction, the inevitable outcome of all socialist/communist experiments, leaves behind its signature trail of wreckage.
So much grace, femininity and beauty lost.
So many ruined lives.
It went quite quiet for a minute of two. I gave the lady a drink.

On today's politics Mallory had this parting shot:
It's completely woven throughout the fabric of The Democratic Party. It's not the Dems of your grandfathers....not by a very long shot! It's been entirely taken over by the radical Marxist Left which is made up of ideals and ideas which could not be more antipathetic to everything for which America stands. Period. 
We've been invaded from within. 
Our largest and deadliest Trojan Horses are the Universities. We did not win the Cold War. We've been snookered by clever operators. They took over our children and our media and that was that.
There are Great Movements in life that overtake entire societies.  They are Super-natural. Christianity for example, created the goodness of the western world. Love one another: forgive trespasses; learn the world; learn of God the Creator: co-create heaven on earth.  

It has the power, if deployed well, to save the whole world.  Its catechism is being sent to the 'remaindered' table.

It has opposition. Satanic force exists too, you see.  The Prince of Lies is real.  Most of its lies are banal and seductive. Its targets are easily taken in no matter how stupid the lie is.

It is fueled by Hatred, Envy, Fear, Anger and Spite. What do you think were the main emotions and feelings, attitudes and expressions around Mallory's sister Kate's table? What do they produce? A catechism of destruction, issued for free even in kindergarten.

It is responsible for Communism which was designed to weaken us, wastefully of resources, and sow seeds for future destruction. It was communism that exported the knowledge of hatred's best tactics to diaparate groups world-wide. 

A bastard child of communism is Feminism. It is beating the coherence and life from our society, like a steak hammer softening us up for the fire. 

And the fire itself? The horror that is coming? 

Satan's own catechist's.


Drink deep. Only Grace will quench the fire.


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