I haven’t the heart to plug in any feminist pictures. Here are some nice, sane, wholesome birds instead. God’s stuff is so much better than ours.
A few years ago someone made the best-seller list with a book on how to raise a “feminist baby.”
What is a feminist baby? Near as I can make out, a feral creature: not nice, not nice at all.
Make lots of noise, throw your toys, soil your diapers–
Actually, I think that’s a pretty fair description of what feminism has become.
Some feminist music for you to listen to while you read this…
Every bad thing you ever thought about feminists and feminism is true.
F’rinstance, this new book by Loryn Brantz, Feminist Baby (http://www.powerlineblog.com/archives/2017/11/for-christmas-feminist-baby.php). It is intended to be read aloud to your girl baby so that she will grow up to be a feminist. Then again, she may grow up fit for nothing but to be confined in some kind of institution.
Here are some of the wise sayings Ms. Brantz says your baby ought to learn.
“Feminist baby makes a lot of noise.”
“Feminist baby throws her toys!”
“Feminist baby says no to pants!” She means diapers. Say no to diapers.
It is highly tempting to wish upon this moron that she have a baby girl, that she raise the baby according to her own written precepts, and then have to live with the consequences. But I suppose it would be a sin to wish feminism even upon a feminist.
I checked amazon.com today. They call Feminist Baby “a refreshing, clever book.” Whoever wrote that does not have an actual feminist baby in the house. The book’s rank today is 11,329. None of my books have ever come anywhere near that ranking. Maybe because I never thought of recommending pathological behavior as a desirable design for living.
But that’s our culture. Pour it on, you villains, pour it on. God is laughing now. And you will know it when He stops.