After our son was born just over 31 years ago, we began passing milestone after milestone. For example, one milestone was when he first realized it was himself in the mirror, another was when he became smarter than a cat and then when he became smarter than a dog.
After that, our parenting skills came into play. We managed to teach him to read, helped him understand math and get his driver’s license. We taught him to think independently and not take anything at face value.
The only thing left was to coax him into adulthood and still have him like us when he got there. I had heard too many stories from other parents whose kids hated them. Don’t get me wrong, we weren’t parents who had to be their kid’s best friend. We were parents first and foremost. But my wife and I did work hard to make sure we had a good relationship with him.
He graduated from high school, and we were still a happy family. So far, so good. My wife and I had done our part. We had given him all the skills he would need to succeed in life. He turned into a fine young man.
Then he went to college.
There comes a point where the child becomes responsible for their own actions. By this time, our son had become a grown-ass man and capable of making his own decisions.
Or so we thought.
After four years of non-stop liberal indoctrination, he ended up drinking the entire pitcher of Kool-Aid, and started believing everything they told him to believe.
I’ve spent quite a bit of time over the past couple of weeks trying to put my finger on exactly what damage was done to our son by the liberal education system. The best I can come up with is that they tore down his ability to think independently and instilled in him a blind faith in authority.
Two or three times a year, I get an email from the University of Massachusetts. Apparently, I’m on their mailing list because that’s where our son got his degrees. Two or three times a year, UMass tries to convince me to give money to them to help pay for other kids’ educations.
I sent them a perfectly fine young man, and they broke him. Why in the hell would I want to give them money so they could do that to someone else’s kid?
I realized recently that the last time my son asked for advice from my wife or me was right after he got out of college and before he left for Seattle. I helped him pick out his first car. He hasn’t asked for my advice once since then. He’s been getting his advice from someone else. And it has been very, very bad advice.
I was talking with one of my brothers a couple years ago. I explained to him that our son was irrationally afraid of catching COVID. He’d received every booster available and was one of those people who wore a mask outside when no one else is around.
In response, my bother said, “What happened? I used to think that you’d ruined him because he used to question everything. Now he doesn’t question anything.”
Sadly, it’s true.
My son wholeheartedly believes anything someone in authority tells him to believe.
My wife tried to talk some sense into him about the vaccines and Mainstream Media’s coverage of COVID. He accused her of swimming outside her lane.
Specifically, he said, “The idea that you somehow know better through selective internet readings than people who have a lifetime of experience with virology and, like, the last 150 years of medical knowledge is absurd.”
And I say if the government’s response to COVID had anything to do with medicine, I might agree. But very instant that the CDC claimed that the COVID virus wasn’t going to infect Black Lives Matter supporters, it was obvious that their opinion had nothing to do with medicine and everything to do with politics. Anyone should have been able to see that.
And if it had just stopped there, it would have been bad enough. Sure, I’d rather he didn’t allow himself to be jabbed again and again. But as long as the vackseens don’t kill him, I figured he should be OK. Or at least OK enough.
But it gets worse.
About the same time he developed this irrational fear about COVID, he was diagnosed with clinical depression. This would have been at the end of 2020. No big deal, lots of people are clinically depressed. With the right medication, he’ll be fine.
Or so I thought.
For the first few years after he moved away, he’d visit us a couple times a year. But, with the COVID travel restrictions, we haven’t seen him for at least three years. We’d keep in touch with text, phone calls and emails. But no Skype, which didn’t seem all that weird at the time. But, armed with hindsight, now I understand.
Even phone calls became few and far between and it got to a point where we’d be pleasantly surprised if he just replied to a text.
This is where it gets worse.
I’m going to pause because some of you know me in person. And what I’m about to say sounds like something I might say just to see what kind of a reaction I can get. But I assure you, I am not making this up.
A couple of weeks ago, our son informed my wife that he’s pretending to be a woman. That’s not quite how he put it, but essentially that’s what he said. Yup. My 6-foot-two, 200-pound son, with a voice like James Earl Jones is pretending to be a woman. We’re talking the whole nine yards. For more than a year, he’s been getting hormone injections, having laser hair removal and using the women’s restrooms.
Let me do the math for you. In late 2020, he was diagnosed with clinical depression. He started with the hormone treatments in February of 2022. In less than fourteen months, someone had convinced him that he’s a woman trapped in a man’s body, and that taking female hormones is his only option.
I told you that story so I can tell you this:
If someone can do this to a grown man, a grown man that was raised from birth to think for himself and should have been impervious to all of it, just imagine what they can do to your little boy or girl when you’re not paying attention. You MUST make sure you’re aware of the propaganda being presented to your child as fact. Don’t fall for any of that “my kid has a right to privacy” bullshit. Be a parent. Never stop being a parent.
I know you have a lot of questions. So do I. Needless to say, this is a very difficult time for my wife and me. In my next few episodes, I’ll share with you some of the things I’ve learned and give you an opportunity to tag along as I try to make sense out of a senseless situation. In the very next episode, I’ll share how we responded to the news and where things stand today.
Thanks for listening.
