A prominent, male scholar who once sat on the board of the National Organization for Women is now sounding the alarm on what he calls a “crisis” of fatherlessness, putting him at odds with his former colleagues.
While feminists often call for society to “dismantle the patriarchy,” Warren Farrell, who has taught at seven universities, including Georgetown, Rutgers and American University, said he has tracked a dismantling of fatherhood in many communities that has wreaked a devastating toll on boys and men, including a rise in gangs, homelessness and domestic and foreign terrorism.
During the 1970s, Farrell served on the board of NOW, the liberal feminist group co-founded by Betty Friedan. While he was traveling the world speaking about the importance of feminism,” Farrell told “Just the News AM” television program, women — “teachers, usually” — would come up to him after his speeches and say, “You know, in my classroom, the boys are having more problems than the girls.”
Farrell’s sister, a teacher, told him that when a boy started exhibiting behavioral problems, “she started looking into his life,” he recalled. “And his parents had just divorced, and the father was not around. And then this pattern repeated itself.” read more
In other news, researchers have proven that salt tastes salty.
Sorry, I thought this clown was being an ass.
I see that he’s peddling his new book. My bad.
Just in… The rain is wet too!
Pretty good author.
Healthy well adjusted males need to learn certain skills/mindsets/moral attributes, and these must be taught by the father of the household. How to treat women, how to protect the weak, how to live by a code of honor, and how to have self respect.
Dads are not only necessary but vital. Both boys and girls learn by seeing how their dad treats their mom and how he takes responsibility for the welfare and protect of his charge, the nuclear family.
Hey Rich, maybe that’s the way God intended it.
The God that democrats renounce in everything they do anymore.
The Gods of the Copybook Headings
AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.
We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.
With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.
When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “Stick to the Devil you know.”
On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “The Wages of Sin is Death.”
In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “If you don’t work you die.”
Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!
50 years LATE, but better than never, I suppose… 😳
1 of the many goals of COMMUNISM
and now Burn Loot Murder to break
up the nuclear family.
Isn’t that Chris Mathews from that mirror universe where they all had goatees?
The Gods are always right, on that copybook heading.