Over at Relevant (link) Rachel Pietka has published an article entitled “Christians Are Not Called to Have Amazing Sex” (link). She opens her diatribe by citing the story of a non-Christian, Elizabeth Smart, and the fallout from her abduction. While the authoress feels that Elizabeth Smart’s kidnapping was somehow the fault of Mormon abstinence education, and while Mizz Pietka admits that Christians have learned from this tragedy — specifically to allow their young girls to slut it up in their preteen and teenage years — the authoress declares that Christians must go further in encouraging young Christian kids to indulge in irresponsible sexual behavior.
Although these conversations are evidence that Christians are forming a more candid, holistic and theologically sound discourse about sex, an area that still needs more attention is the far-reaching effects of abstinence rhetoric on marriage.
Jessica Ciencin Henriquez recently detailed how the abstinence movement affected her sex life and marriage in a revealing article titled, “My Virginity Mistake.” Henriquez relays how she pledged herself to Jesus at a purity ceremony at age 14, remained a virgin until she married six years later, and wound up divorced after she and her husband could not make things work in the bedroom.
Are you all following this nonsense?
Despite the title of her article, the authoress clearly feels that Christians are entitled to have amazing sex. She illustrates the problem of chastity, encouraging her readers to have amazing premarital sex, beginning in childhood, and then to divorce their spouses if the sex isn’t amazing after the wedding. Like most contemporary Christians, she doesn’t bother to cite any part of the text of the bible, nor any original sources from commentary by church fathers, in making her arguments.
Thanks to Rollo (visit his blog here) for finding this nonsensical article, and posting it on Dalrock (visit that blog here).
It’s difficult for me to understand this level of desperation. Even so, there is much truth in the subtext of the message.
Our brother Ebrahim is here committing the cardinal sin of lying to himself. His goal is to salvage his ego, by making his wasted time and money a noble pursuit, rather than what it blatantly is: just wasted time and money.
It would honestly be less risky for Ebrahim to just lie around in bed all day, and flush all of his surplus cash down the toilet.
As it is, he’s due to enter the marriage/divorce cycle presently, and may even end up paying child support for one of the bastards his ho’ popped out, prior to his fortuitous arrival.
I suppose congratulations are in order to Alex Jones’ media outlet, which has been granted access to the highest levels of the government it pretends to criticize. From Infowars own press release…
In an epic blow to the mainstream media’s control of the narrative, Infowars has officially received White House Press Credentials that will allow Washington Bureau Chief Jerome Corsi to attend White House press briefings.
Read/Watch more here.
These developments are interesting for a number of reasons, the most obvious of which is an apparent conflict of interest. Alex Jones has made his living denouncing the U.S. Government as corrupt. For years he has titillated the gullible with poorly-sourced stories about a coming apocalypse, in which the American military disarms the citizenry, and puts them into FEMA concentration camps for eventual mass murder. Now it appears that the author of these paranoid conspiracy theories is slumming around with the same people he claimed were going to operate death camps. What gives?
Alex Jones may even attend some White House press briefings in person, as journalist Mike Cernovich recently discussed.
Earlier we noted Alex Jones’ disastrous run through the divorce meatgrinder. Despite the fact that his children were kidnapped away from him by his ex-wife, with the help of the State of Texas, Alex Jones has not published a single story or led a single protest in support of the tens of thousands of other fathers in similar situations. Now he is going to be hanging out with the “mainstream fake news media” on a regular basis, as they rub shoulders together in the white house press room.
I never framed him for a hypocrite.
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Check out the radical feminist blog Men Stepping Up, to learn how to be a real man. Then check out Dalrock’s fun exegesis here.
A feminist, and self-described member of Antifa, was asked about her greatest real-world achievement. This is her answer…
I’ve often wondered if one of the few upsides to our society’s embrace of abortion is the self-segregating nature of its celebrants. Healthy families love their children, and a conception is celebrated by the expectant father and mother as a joyous event.
Who hates babies? Even y’r boy Boxer, who is horrified at the thought of ever having a kid of his own, doesn’t hate babies — either practically or as an abstract concept. Normal people like babies and children. We’re hard wired that way.
So who gets abortions? Irresponsible idiots, radical feminists, druggies, welfare cases, criminal scum. These are life’s failures, and it’s sadly in our long-term interest that they don’t reproduce themselves across time.
Not infrequently, a young brother will be invited to spend the night at the abode of his lady friend. In my younger days, I used to delay this as long as possible. It’s always awkward to try to sleep over; but it can be convenient to avoid the late-night drive back to home base. It’s also the prime place to gather intelligence on the psychological underpinnings of a potential medium-term fling.
One of the most annoying habits shared by a plurality of single twentysomething women is the need to fall asleep with the television on. I realize in hindsight that certain production outlets probably anticipated this from the get. Charlie Rose’s monotone voice and black background is more conducive to edging an aging skank into slumber than the canned laugh tracks and big band music of The Tonight Show. I doubt that’s coincidental.
The inability to fall asleep without stranger’s voices jabbering into their ears is a tell. People like tee-vee because it’s a means of escape from a reality that they can’t abide. When a young cubicle drone listens to the comforting father-tones, as she slips into her own subconscious, she believes (at some level) that she has daddy’s approval. This is only comforting to someone with no connection to community or authority.
The woman who falls asleep with the television on is the woman who hates herself, and can’t handle the reality that quiet introspection would force her to confront.