Thursday, June 07, 2012

IMPRINTING


At an orphanage, years ago, I watched an interesting thing happen. Mama duck was sitting on six eggs and someone added a seventh egg; a chicken egg. One by one the family hatched; six little ducks ... and a little chick.

One day mama duck took her family out for their first swim. The swimming pool? This was a fifty-gallon can cut down to about a foot, set in the dirt and filled with water. I got there to see the first family swim; mama duck first, then one by one the little ducks jumped in and soon were happily bobbing around in the water ... now the chick watched mom go In and without hesitation, jumped into the water and ... fluttered a bit and then sunk! (We rescued it.) A very wet little chick peeping loudly!

Indeed the chick thought it was a duck, but it wasn't.

Unfortunately it imprinted on mama duck but it was a chicken not a duck ... from then on, things for that little disoriented chicken got real confusing.

What a cruel thing it is to see boys grow up with no father to imprint on! No father to bond with! I work with these kind of disoriented boys. In many cases, products of single parent families. I know well what I'm talking about.

Add to this problem, the growing Western trend to feminize the male. The progressive activists yell ... "Lets make them all one happy gender, a new kinder and gentle gender ... Unisex! The Metro-sexual ... buying, smelling and grooming like a girl. Cutesy! The bi-sexual. The homosexual! Femi-men. A sick experiment!"

This disoriented boy easily falls into a perverted social slot.

As we can see today, an anatomically correct boy doesn't necessarily grow up to become a real man.

When a boy grows up imprinting on mama and his sisters, there is trouble ahead! "Billy, you're Mama's little man ..." (I hate to hear mom say that!)

Caution, single parent Mom! Not only is it difficult being a single parent ... it can be dangerous! And take a good look you "anti-male women activist" ... hope you like what you've done.

And father, by the way ... where the hell are you?