FYI to mothers and fathers of boys: it is open season on your son in our gyno-centric culture, and the feminists are pushing hard for a no-closed season and no-bag limit.  If you’re a parent of a boy and would like him to retain his masculine distinctiveness, you might as well go ahead and buy the family HazMat suits because you’re dealing with a feminist philosophy that is hazardous to your boy’s masculine health. 

The feminists and the men who have yielded up their private parts to the lesbians—I mean feminists—have an organized system of male hatred that they just can’t wait to slap your son with.  They’re out in stretch pant force in Hollywood, our school systems and in limp churches with one goal in mind: to turn your son into a dandy they can direct. 

The primary message of our increasingly jacked-up, feminized nation is that there is nothing about men that is good, or even acceptable.  Guys get tolerated nowadays only to the extent that they yield to the cultural castration.  To the feminist, the only good man is either a dead one or a neutered one.

Get it right mom and dad, your son is the Nuevo piñata of postmodernism, and according to the Ms.’s, their sex is to blame for all societal ills.  For the dasypygal misandrist matriarchs, men are but a necessary evil whom they’d like to silence and dehumanize.  And to make it fun for the fem’s, they’ve made men the brunt of all of their jokes. 

Speaking of jokes . . . why are you so touchy, feminists?  What has happened to your tough skin?  Jeez, Louise.  I can’t even tell a joke about a woman any longer without NOW coming over to my house and unscrewing all my light bulbs. 

Case in point:  I was at the Miami Improv the other night watching two comedians, one man and one woMAN.  Both comedians told jokes that took jabs at the opposite sex.  The female, a semi-funny, chunky has-been said, “my mom always said men are like linoleum floors.  Lay ‘em right, and you can walk all over them for thirty years.”  All the women roared with laughter, and my buddies and me grinningly agreed.  Then the male counterpart took the stage and said, “women are like cow dung: the older they get, the easier they are to pick up.”  The men of course hit the floor laughing, but the women, the women, let out a deep growl of disapproval.  It was as if the comedian said he’d like to eat a deep-fried kitten for dinner or something.  Seems like these girls can dish it, but they can’t take it.  Oh, well . . . back to my original screed.

To counter the organized hatred of men and masculinity that your son is facing it’s important that you, the parent, completely blow off all of the smack our PC-addled culture is trying to sell you.  You’ll need two things to do this:  attitude and inspiration.  You can get the attitude by buying my book, The Bulldog Attitude, and you can get inspiration and directives for your boy’s masculine upbringing from the Holy Bible. 

As the title of this column denotes, this is part three in a series in which we’re looking at Genesis 1-3 regarding raising boys instead of some liberal University’s Gender Studies class. 

In Genesis 1.26-3.16 we see God’s intention for his first boy.  He was:
1. Born to be wild
2. Born to Lead
3. Born to Cultivate
4. Born to Slay Dragons
5. Born to be Wise and
6. Born to Reflect the Majesty of God. 

Having covered one and two in my previous columns, here’s my dig at point three: Born to Cultivate.
 
The Garden of Eden that God allotted Adam was not some dorm room that he was licensed to trash, but a place he was “to tend and keep” (Gen.2.16).  Adam was to cultivate that which he had subdued.  With his leadership came the responsibility and accountability to God to take that which was under his care and make it better.  Can you say better?  I knew you could.
 
This means, mom and dad, it’s cool for you to have expectations of your kid about his role in your family and in this game of life: it is to enhance that which is good and to not whiz on everything people have worked for.  Let little Johnny know that whatever gets tossed to him is to be brought it into greater order, usefulness and beauty.  Make sure he gets the message that he’s to do it.  You heard me . . . him.  Johnny.  Not the government, not mommy, not his nanny, not his church, or his lawyer—Johnny is to get his act together.  Johnny is to make the place shine.  And Johnny is to feel really bad if he does not make things better and people prosper.
 
Therefore, parent of he that liveth in the God-blessed testosterone fog, train your son that he is not free to use, abuse, abandon, desert, ignore, overlook, disregard, forget, avoid, mistreat or neglect that which gets placed under his care—and if . . . if . . . he does, he is to have his backside whupped.  What am I saying?  Your boy needs to slowly begin to feel the weight of masculine responsibility on his shoulders and learn how to get his skinny legs strong enough so that he doesn’t drop it.  BTW parents . . . it won’t crush him.  He’s tougher than you’re being led to believe. 
 
Discipline your boy to fend for himself and others as if there were no government, no church, no school, no courts, no therapy, no drugs and no cops to lean on to make things all better. Yeah, raise him to feel as if it is his duty to be the provider, to educate his children, to defend his family and nation, to judge disputes, to offer worship, to give spiritual advice and comfort—and to do all of this without acting like a chick. 
 
The wild thing that’ll happen is you’ll see little Johnny turn into big John who brings to the table more than waxed eyebrows and manicured hands and who’s always looking to the ladies to lead him.  Instead, you’ll have raised a son who brings to the table emotional strength, physical toughness, firm correction, world wisdom, constructive criticism and ethical principles—and one who does it while having a heck-of-a-lot-of fun.  This cultivating spirit will, by fiat, make him a leader wherever he happens to go and you know, you know, the long-toothed feminists will really, really, really hate that.
 
 
To be continued . . .

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