|
|
12/03/08
|
||||||||||||||||
|
|
December
06, 2004
One side sees teaching the benefits of abstinence as the cure-all for unwanted teen pregnancies and the spread of sexually transmitted diseases, while the other side promotes enhanced sex-education for the same remedy.
Both sides are wrong.
First, responsible, caring and loving parents do not “teach” their children about abstinence from sex before marriage: They enforce it. If you don’t want your underage teen daughter to get pregnant, you simply don’t allow her to. Which part of that don’t you get??
If you love your daughter, you never allow her to be alone with a young man of interest to her. You let her be with him privately. You let her talk to him privately. You let them get to know each other. But you never allow the two of them to get into sexual mischief out of your supervision.
My mom & dad fell in love when she was 13 and my dad 15. My father was allowed to come to my future mother’s house and visit with my mother in the living room while her parents were listening to the radio in the adjacent kitchen. In the process, they became best friends as well as future mates. They were married 43 years before my father died.
My mother thought she was the all-so modern woman, so she didn’t see any reason to restrict my sister in the same way. My sister got pregnant at age 16. She lost the baby after she married her lover, so the marriage was somehow annulled.
My mother allowed my sister to cavort with men older than she at age 13. They went with friends to beach parties together without adult supervision. As a result, my sister developed a taste for booze. My sister died at age 47 – looking like she was 63 – as a result of liver failure from a long life of alcoholism and prescription drug abuse.
My mother was an idiot -- a modern idiot. She never learned from the example her own parents enforced, and I’ll never understand why. My mother often stated that if she’d known how great sex was before she got married to my dad, she’d have had sex with him before they were married. Did she think my sister was different?? Oh boy…
However, Mom did say my father was an honorable man and would never have allowed it to get that far before they were married. I believe her. Parents in those days also counseled their sons on the honorable ways to conduct themselves with young women of interest to them – especially if they considered the young woman for marriage.
Now let’s jump to 1967.
In 1967, when I graduated from High School, one young lady in my entire class of 1,400 students at Gunn High School in Palo Alto, California, got pregnant. She was shuffled off to an undisclosed location the moment her pregnancy was discovered, she gave up the baby to adoption, and returned.
In 1973, Roe V. Wade made elective abortion legal. Around the same time, the Pill was discovered, offering an alleged 98% protection against unwanted pregnancy. Schoolgirls often carried the circular plastic pill containers in their tight rear jean pockets to show off their “protection”. What they were really advertising was their sexual availability.
Since then, the unwanted pregnancy rates of teenage girls skyrocketed.
In 1967, it was a personal disaster for a young girl to get pregnant. Back in those days, that fear factor kept those young ladies chaste. The joke was they used an aspirin tablet for birth control back then – held tightly between the knees. Back then the girls simply said, “No way, Buster, I’m not getting pregnant!” Believe me, I was there when they said no.
So here we are in 2004, where we’re being told that the unwanted teen pregnancy rates have dropped substantially. Oh yeah? Compared to what?? 1967? 1950? No, 1990!
Give me a break! So the unwanted teen pregnancy rate went bonkers by the 1990s, and they’re going to claim “success’ against those figures in 2004? Is that dishonest or what?
The “Sexual Responsibility” proponents, those of the “farm animal” persuasion, totally miss the point where it comes to controlling unwanted teen pregnancies. Basically, their attitude is that these kids are nothing more than farm animals that can’t control their sexual impulses. So when they have hot, steamy monkey sex, they should use protection in the form of condoms to prevent sexually transmitted diseases, and the pill, patch or shot, to prevent unwanted pregnancy, and if that doesn’t work, abortion is the answer to their problem. They don’t even want to suggest not having sex to begin with, because farm animals just can’t help themselves when it comes to a human heifer in heat. Yep, that’s what they believe, even though they will never admit it.
Brilliant … Just brilliant!
I write “brilliant”, because that’s where the whole theory of the Farm Animal Doctrine falls apart. These kids are having sex 24/7 because their sex education classes in public school tell them they have a 98% chance of not getting pregnant when they have sex, abortion on demand if they do, and condoms to prevent transmission of sexually transmitted diseases whether they get pregnant or not. But the underlying message is to go for it if it feels good because you just can’t help yourselves, and that is a terrible mistake.
That is where the whole theory of sex education to reduce the rate of unwanted teen pregnancies drops dead under the weight of thousands of unwanted pregnancies. These kids are having sex as often as married people, so is it any shock or surprise that they are experiencing the same birth control failure rate as married couples do? If the birth control rate of the Pill is 98%, doesn’t that mean that if you have sex 100 times in a month, you have 2 chances of getting pregnant? Helloooo…anybody there???
I’ve talked with hundreds of married ladies who told me they got pregnant using the most sophisticated methods of birth control. Well guess what? That is why they call it birth control instead of pregnancy prevention. If they called it the latter, it would be false advertising. If teens are having sex 24/7, they are going to experience the same birth control failure rate as married women, and I repeat myself from the previous paragraph because there are a lot of delusional parents out there who didn’t get it the first time.
Now, do I have your attention? If your underage daughters are not allowed to be alone with young men of interest to them, then they are not going to get pregnant. That’s not called abstinence; because abstinence is a voluntary decision no responsible parent should ever leave up to a daughter they love.
Since when does sex have anything to do with a parent’s trust? My grandparents didn’t let my future parents get all hot & heavy in private before marriage because they knew damn well sex has nothing to do with trust. Sex is more often an uncontrollable natural act between a couple who love or lust after one another if allowed, so parents of my grandparent’s generation simply didn’t allow it to happen. As a result, unwanted pregnancies in those days was scandalous, if it happened at all, and it was the parents who were most often held accountable.
Next, my little 16 year-old friend told me she didn’t know what HPV was. Huh?? What are they teaching this girl in sex education? Do you know what HPV is? It’s the Human Papilloma Virus, which is currently infecting 3 out of 5 girls and boys under age 25. 70% don’t know they are infected with it, and if undiagnosed, the critter is responsible for most cervical cancers, and if that’s not troubling enough, it advances into uterine cancer that will kill a girl.
The spread of HPV, like Herpes, cannot be prevented by condom use. It is spread by physical contact, and in the outbreak of genital warts, if that occurs at all, it manifests internally in young females who don’t have a clue until they start spotting – and that is often too late.
So those right wing Bush Christian types who advocate teaching abstinence in school over the Farm Animal Doctrine have no better argument. When it comes down to it, only the parents of these girls are in a position to prevent them from having sex, and mostly, they aren’t doing it.
But there is light at the end of this tunnel. Read the attached article, “The Girl In The Brown Bikini”. Teach your daughters the lesson of it. I’d have pursued and married her if I could have, and she’ll never be forgotten. The Girl
In The Brown Bikini I didn't want to be found, and I made certain I wouldn't be. I had checked into a hotel under my favorite assumed name of Chuck Sanders, paying cash for five nights and six days of rest & recuperation that I needed desperately. You could still do that back then, and I didn't care what the consequences might be for my unexcused absence. I'd had it, and I needed to rest and be left alone for awhile. This was during the height of the so-called "Sexual Revolution", when advanced methods of birth control were solidly in place; where abortion had just been declared legal by the Supreme Court of the United States, and when sexually transmitted diseases were defeated by a simple shot of penicillin. There was no genital Herpes, no warts, and no AIDS. I had girlfriends stashed all over the United States as well as a very cute little Aussie nurse in Viet Nam, and I had been divorced six months. Life was good. Actually, that wasn't true at all. My generation just kept telling ourselves it was. All the Sexual Revolution did was make sure we all went through divorces and left our children and our former wives exposed to a mean and unforgiving world. We were the generation that really messed things up. The Sexual Revolution was a fraud in every way, and it remains that to this day. But on the sleepy, warm, and unthreatening sands of Atlantic City that afternoon, I opened my eyes from a cat nap and beheld the most beautiful young woman I had ever laid my eyes upon to that day. She was olive skinned and tanned, with dark natural auburn highlights in her long hair, wearing a cute little milk-chocolate brown bikini and cavorting with others I assumed to be her brothers and sisters. She had a perfect figure and an angelic face of uncommon, classical beauty that makes men's knees weak. This was a goddess, indeed. She was probably twenty-years-old, give or take a year, but the way she carried herself with such complete self-assurance revealed to me that she was someone very, very special. I caught her glancing my way, and she gave me a very sly little smile I will never forget, as she quickly looked away. I was instantly smitten, I simply had to meet her and I left all my usual shyness behind me. I approached her, I introduced myself, and I asked her out. I like to keep things simple. Strangely, she asked me to wait there, and departed into the beach crowd that had grown considerably as the day wore on. I soon lost sight of her. I didn't know if I had been brushed off or what, but her sincerity and her openness convinced me to stay, and in a few moments a mature man appeared with her in tow. She pointed me out to him, and stayed behind while he approached me. This was way out of the ordinary, and the hair rose up on the back of my neck. I instinctively looked at his hands while assessing his physical prowess and inspected his attire for a concealed weapon. He walked with a characteristic military swagger, and he was in excellent physical condition for a man of about 45 years-old. I know he must have sensed my concerns, so he smiled and extended his hand to me from a few paces away, asking if I was Carl. I affirmed that, and shook his hand. He told me he was Sasha's father. That was the first time I heard her name. In the meantime, Sasha had gone back to playing on the beach with her siblings. I immediately recognized his dialect. He was Israeli, probably a past or present member of the Israeli Defense Forces. There had been a lot of trouble between Israel and her hostile neighbors recently, and I sensed he and his family might be on the shore in Atlantic City for a little R & R themselves. What he told me next, I have never forgotten. He said, "Carl, I understand you have expressed an interest in my daughter." "My daughter tells me she likes you as well." That relaxed and pleased me very much. Then he said, "Carl, we are Orthodox Jews, and we do things a little bit differently." "If you would like to see my daughter, the first thing we will do is ask you to join our family for dinner." "If that goes well," he said, "I will allow you to see and get to know my daughter, but she will be chaperoned by her brother, who will always remain a discreet distance from the two of you." "Of course, you will need to provide for her brother as well." He winked. And then he said, "Is that acceptable to you?" Was that acceptable to me? Oh, it was far more than acceptable! Sasha's stature in my eyes had just taken a giant leap from mere goddess to potential wife goddess with those simple words from her father. Those words told me volumes about her. First, this young lady came from a family that truly loved and cherished and valued her. In the cesspool of the so-called "Sexual Revolution," this young lady had remained untouched and unspoiled, and because her family held her value so very high, she in turn held her own value just as high, and it showed in everything about her, from the bright glow in her eyes to the self-assurance of her walk. This was not a young woman being deprived; this was a young woman being preserved and protected, and there wasn't the slightest hint that she resented it in any way. That is why, the moment I presented myself to her, she went to get Daddy. Acceptable? Absolutely! But the problem I couldn't escape was that it was simply impossible: I wouldn't even be able to make it to the dinner. Between my duties and responsibilities to Circus Vargas and all my other extracurricular obligations, I wouldn't be anywhere near Atlantic City for another six months. My heart sank. I looked at her father and said, "Sir, would you please tell your daughter that if there were any way at all possible for me to stay and court her, that I would do so without hesitation." I said, "My business obligations require me to travel extensively, and I won't be returning to this area for some time, and I will only able to stay here for a few more days." And then I said, "Please assure your daughter that I am not making up an excuse not to see her under the circumstances that you require, and I want you to know how much I respect you for doing that for her." Sasha's father smiled warmly and said, "I understand, and I will relay your message to her." With that, he turned away and melted back into the beach scene from whence he'd come, and I sadly picked up my beach towel, returned to my room, and stayed there the rest of the day. I didn't want to get another glimpse of her. That was 29 years ago, and I have never forgotten the girl in the brown bikini. I learned so much from that simple encounter, not only from the example Sasha's father set, but about myself as well. I had girlfriends everywhere, at least half of which fell into bed with me the first time we were alone together, and do you know what? We had a lot of fun and lots of laughs together, but I can't remember most of their names now. The example Sasha's father set also served me as a guide for choosing my future wife. Sasha was incredibly beautiful, but my Elizabeth is a drop-dead gorgeous, exotic lady of Mexican decent, and we will be married 24 years on December 10th. Her "old fashioned" parents raised Liz very much like Sasha's did, and I thank God often for entrusting her to me, for she is indeed His child. Most of the parents of underage girls today let them date un-chaperoned with boys they are attracted to at age 15 and 16. They don't have a clue where their precious girls are half the time, which accounts for the high incidence of unwanted teen pregnancies and sexually transmitted diseases in the 14 to 17 year-old age group. These young girls are being pummeled daily with sexual images, and call me crazy, but I cannot shake off the niggling feeling a substantial portion of Americans get a vicarious thrill knowing these kids are sexually active. I know of several mothers who actively facilitated their underage daughter's sexual liaisons, while concealing it from the girl's father! Mothers like that belong in prison! And what do the "facilitators" call for to stem the incidence of unwanted pregnancy? Abstinence? No way. No, they want these girls to remain sexually active, so they call for greater access to the most effective means of birth control. The people
with these diseased minds remind of those described in Romans I: 28-32,
which reads: Does that passage hit the nail on the head or what? Most birth control methods boast a 98% or 99% effective rate, and that's just not good enough. Two percent is too high. One percent is too high! Where your daughter's entire future can be compromised by an unwanted pregnancy with such disastrous after-effects, how can any "loving" parent allow their underage daughter to take such a risk? Sasha's
father didn't, but then, Sasha's father obviously loved his daughter,
not only in word, but in deed -- and the girl in the brown bikini obviously
knew it. "Woe
unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light,
and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!
Woe unto them that are wise in their own eyes, and prudent in their own
sight!" - Isaiah 5: 20-21 Carl F.
Worden
|
Archives There Is No Terrorist Threat II How Did Kerry Get To Be The Democratic Nominee? Conservatives Of Conscience: The Republican Rift Widens Poll: Bush Opens Lead On Kerry? If Being a True Christian Were a Crime... The Draft Threat Is NOT A Hoax The Draft Is One Headline Away The Scott Peterson Murder Trial Ends There Is A Terrorist Threat in America- The Peterson Trial Goes Bonkers Get Ready For Peterson II: The Sequel Complete Archives for Carl F. Worden
| ||||||||||||||
 |
Submit
Feedback
|
|
||||||||||||||
|
|
