Hello everyone, and welcome to another look into the lunatic fringe of Christnutdom! I’m your host, QueenofSwords, and even I was a little taken aback, to read in the annals of this week’s subject, that learning a certain European language can lead to school shootings. But then again, such tragic incidents could be avoided if only we all went back to the idyllic life of ancient Israel, where men were men and not, as another article so charmingly put it, “poofters”. Without further ado, let’s walk very carefully through the asylum – you don’t want to disturb the raving inmates – because this week’s Nutwatch throws a landmine into
Which is over the backs of women and the buttocks of children, judging from their essays on the respective subjects.
Lighting the Path to Godly Family Legacies
with burning copies of filth like “Christian” romance novels. Like everything else in the world except the bible (peace be upon it), these are anathema to the virtue of
Chaste, perhaps. Thinking, never. What passes for that activity in the Patriach’s Path is a manic dash to be the most submissive, the most modest and the most self-flagellating.
Amanda closed the paperback book she had been reading and looked up at the disheveled kitchen. She sighed heavily as she glanced at the clock…
It was that good a book, huh? Boy, first page into a website and already there’s heavy breathing.
She had been reading the most intriguing "Christian" romance novel and hadn't noticed the time slipping away…or anything else for that matter. If only Larry could be more like Christopher, the romantic, godly character in her book, life would be so much more exciting. Surely then, she would be a better wife and mother!
Surely then she would be like Millicent Veronica, the ravishingly beautiful, godly heroine! Surely then Christ Himself would make room at the right hand of God the Father for her!
Feeling weary of soul and exasperated, she rose to prepare for her husband's return from work. Small seeds of bitterness had been liberally sprinkled upon her soul.
Her soul being rich in manure, they grew rapidly to trees of bitterness, and she harvested fruits of bitterness, from which she made pies of bitterness, which she sold for several dollars of bitterness…
Romance novels are designed to entice the female weakness of romantic fantasy.
By this logic, you could say that all stories, including the bible, are designed to entice weaknesses of one kind or another. And the bible probably contains more references to penises, hymens and sex than all the romance novels published in a year.
How well will our husbands fare when compared to a fictitious Romeo born of the imagination and flawlessly painted as a picture of dramatic manhood, and exaggerated chivalry?
Ouch, I’d say someone’s husband is just not able to deal with his paper counterpart. Is Fabio better in the sack, or just the kind of person who treats women as equals?
Could we be in danger of causing ourselves to be dissatisfied with our own precious husbands whom God has provided?
Lucky this didn’t work the other way around. What exactly is the mechanism which prevents husbands from reading novels like The Cobra Event or Dune and comparing their wives to the women in these books? If not for this no doubt divine protection, a massive book-burning would be required, lest global dissatisfaction result from the unholy pursuit of reading fiction.
Beware Woman of God!
Yes, beware her! Woman of God be brainless and silly! Woman of God need Man of God to show Woman sense! Especially when she goes so far as to declare
Any woman who insists on using capslock hasn’t yet learned to be submissive.
It's so easy to believe that we are being submissive when we are in agreement with our husband. "Honey, I believe that you should wear your hair long and down, the way that you wore it when we met."… So you happily submit and get working on it right away.
I wonder how you “get working on it”. Do you order your hair to submit and grow longer “right away”, or is it enough if you just fast and pray for a Barbielike mane?
What about when your husband informs you that he is going to allow your 13 year old son to play a game that you feel is particularly dangerous?
Like “Rumble” with the local gang, or “Hide the Sausage” with his best friend? I swear, teenage boys always seem to have food on their minds.
I am not saying that you should not give input and wisdom into these matters, but both of you must know beyond a shadow of a doubt that his is the last word.
Because his genitalia will trump yours any day. Let’s hear it for the XY factor.
If… you get the urge to show your disapproval with a healthy dose of the "silent treatment," repent right away and out loud! Confess to your husband right then and there that you were tempted to be unsubmissive in your behavior and ask him hold you accountable for such behavior.
There was no behavior as such, only temptation, but since in Christianity the thought = the deed, ask hubby to give you a good spanking and send you to bed without dinner. You have clearly failed to realize that your husband, simply because he was magnanimous enough to marry you, is
Instead of trusting God to work through her husband, she had argued, whined and complained when he had said that she couldn't attend the ladies retreat… he knew the women who ran it were not women he wanted his wife learning from. They had a feministic viewpoint and he knew his wife's weaknesses.
She was such an adorable little doormat that merely realizing women had the right to vote might blow her tiny mind.
He didn't feel like he could explain this to her as he feared her reaction, so he had simply said, "no."
He feared her reaction? What is he, a man or a microbe? If she argued, whined and complained again, was he going to pee his pants?
If he is making a bad decision, but you are submitting in a Godly fashion, God can still use the situation because you are obediently staying within God's order. If you try to take over and "rule," the whole situation could blow up in your face. (even if your decision was in fact, the "right" decision.)
We are not shown how precisely the situation could blow up in your face – can God no longer use this situation, since it has icky estrogen all over it? Anyway, it seems as though situations are only big enough for one gender – preferably male. If you ever feel as though you too can “rule” anything, you are probably suffering from the deadly disease known as
In my depression and weakness I began to desperately need [my husband]…
as a fish needs a fish-hook.
As my dependence on him grew, I began to find submission to him a joy and a relief. I went through a long period of physical and emotional weakness as I relished his care and protection of me.
He must have been an absolute whiz at emptying bedpans and checking under the bed for monsters.
I hated for him to leave for work in the morning and couldn't wait for his return in the evening.
“Only when he came back was I able to rise from my coffin and feed on his blood that I might live!”
In my self-sufficiency I had denied defiantly being a "weaker vessel."... In my desperation I became overwhelmed until the Lord, in His Sovereignty, and through his orchestrated circumstances, caused me to be broken, weak and needy.
Is it my imagination, or is this a religious variant of Stockholm Syndrome? Just batter and/or humiliate your victim long enough and she’ll come to relish it. If this was a movie, it could be called Crucifying Helena.
Pray that He would break your strong will
and scoop your brain out of your skull with a melon-baller. The sad part is that there are women who would relish this kind of childlike passivity, because it removes any of the responsibilities of adulthood from them, and Nancy Wilson sums up this viewpoint in
Two Bensons, as well. I think I need them to cope with this drivel.
This submission is another hedge of protection, because it is obedience. The responsibility of the decision rests on the husband; the consequences are his problem, not hers.
In other words, abdication of responsibility is the best safety net a girl will ever have. If you don’t ever try to make a decision or do anything for yourself, you’ll never go wrong. Just let the men handle everything and take all the heat for it, and in case you’re wondering what’s left in life for you to do besides birthin’ and beatin’ babies, see below.
It's snowing. The roads are slippery. You are tempted to worry, and you think it's a bad idea to go. Now stop and think about it. Trust God. Is He the Lord of the roads? Is He Lord of the weather?
No, that would be Thor. And “Lord of the roads” makes him sound as if he drove the biggest Mack truck on the I-94.
Next, if you have given your husband your advice, and he still wants to go, submit to him. It's his call. Trust God, and submit to your husband. Rest and be beautiful.
Yes, if you submit, you can keep your hair silky and manageable, and your skin a fresh peaches-and-cream. Truly, this monumental accomplishment is worth your servantlike status; you’ll be the prettiest person in the morgue if the Lord of the roads decides that it’s your day to hydroplane. Of course, better a dead submissive than a live assertive; most of the anti-feminism articles littering The Patriarch’s Path are by men, and Rev. Steve Schlissel leads the pack with
Civilizations crumble when
you discover Mechanized Transport before any of the other civs and rush a bunch of Panzers into the field?
women fail to harness men’s urge to sinful dominion through the evil use of force, or their sinful propensity to sexual straying.
So let me get this straight : the women who are supposed to submit (and be beautiful) are now told that they are responsible for the destruction of civilization because they didn’t control the men?
Only in fundamentalist christianity would this kind of compartmentalization occur.
Throughout history women have been the single greatest earthly power in civilizing and taming fallen man.
Does anyone get to civilize and tame fallen woman, or is that species just more fun when it stays fallen?
Men control the world: women control the men… a pretty pleasant arrangement. Woman domesticates man, makes him fit and proper for home use.
She neuters him to stop him spraying the furniture.
A woman, by being a woman--i.e., by being nurturing (a quality which feminists one day deny, the next affirm), by being loving, caring, encouraging, soothing, comforting, stimulating, challenging,
“Stimulating, challenging”? This sounds like a Special Education class, or maybe a game of Lego. The poor woman has to be everything including the kitchen sink, and she probably has to clean that out too.
by needing--causes man to behave deferentially. Precisely because she is not his equal, a man makes decisions with a woman’s needs in view.
I can understand this reasoning, since men have a long history of making decisions with the needs of their inferiors in mind. I mean, look how well the plantation owners treated their slaves.
Men’s power in the world is created by God to be direct, women’s indirect--but not a whit less real. The moment women are societally regarded as “the same as men” they cease to be fit subjects for deference and their powerful constraints on men are lost.
I wonder how Adam managed in the garden without Eve. God must have grown so tired of Adam killing the animals and peeing on the Tree of Life that he eventually produced a woman for Adam to defer to, with the results that we see today.
Feminists… even want to be in the same dorms and barracks as the men but not have passes made at them.
Would the good reverend wish to have passes made at him in a professional setting? His reasoning, for lack of a better term, is so ridiculous that I wonder if some uppity woman turned down the prospect of a date with him.
When women demand and are afforded equal treatment as per egalitarianism, real bad times for women follow. They are increasingly used, abused, abandoned and despised.
Sure, women can vote, go to college, have careers they enjoy, earn money, and walk out of abusive relationships, but these lead to real bad times – bad times involving education, competence, fulfilment, self-esteem, financial security and freedom. Yep, real bad times. Though at least something other than feminism is blamed for school shootings, as is explained in the article
Columnists and commentators solemnly lament what can happen when young people are allowed to view violence, be ridiculed and ostracized, learn German…
Oh ja, that the devil’s language is. Germany must be a hotbed of teenage murderers; if only the surviving population would just read The Patriarch’s Path and start speaking English like God-fearing people! And to get back to the many faults of women, if only these wretched beings would start
You may be surprised with your husband's response to modest dresses…
Swift and complete impotence?
I found that my husband was much more attracted to the inner beauty that God was beginning to develop in me, than he had ever been to any of my feeble attempts at being sensual.
What did these feeble attempts involve – shaving her upper lip?
Those attempts usually just cause husbands to be a bit suspicious of their wives and jealous of other men.
Probably because the other men have wives who know how to look attractive. It must be hard to kiss your wife’s inner beauty or to fondle what God’s beginning to develop in her.
You see, you don't want to have a "lust" relationship with your husband
Yes, you want to have a platonic, brotherly relationship with him, rather than all that icky sex stuff.
so if you're choosing clothes that will "turn him on" then chances are they're going to "turn someone else on" too!
And then it will be your responsibility to “turn someone else off”, for verily I say to thee, sexual desire is as a light switch and thou art the electrician.
Concentrate on pretty nightgowns and such for the "turning on" time! He may appreciate not having to "share the experience" with other men!
I’m not sure too many men would be interested in sharing this “experience”; give them some credit for taste. Of course, the fundamentalist woman needs to be treated as a fragile and empty cocoon by all men, which is another reason for the standard of dress described by Mrs. M. L. Chancey in the article
When we dress for the day, does our clothing declare that we are feminine and precious -- people to be protected and cared for? Or does it proclaim that we can earn our own way in the world and slay our own dragons?
If God meant for women to earn their own way in the world, He would have given them brains.
The woman clomping around in "tank pants" and combat boots… invites others to treat her as "one of the guys"… leaving her to fend for herself in a dark parking lot.
Christian women, on the other hand, dress in such a feminine fashion that men can hear them screaming for help from ten blocks away. The Christian woman’s halo also illuminates the entire parking lot, discouraging rape like nothing else.
But the woman of gentle, discreet femininity invites honor and distinction. Men hush their rough talk when she enters the room. Men think twice before letting a door close in her face. No one would dream of slapping her on the back.
Because she has none. Were you to slap her, your hand would sink into a wet mushy substance that takes the place of her spine.
Girls, when you pull on that tight sweater that amplifies your bosom and reveals your bare midriff, are you putting your Christian brothers before yourself?
Certainly, they’ll be queueing up before you to admire your perky breasts and cute christian navel.
When you wear low-cut necklines, you are offering to the public what belongs to your husband alone to enjoy.
Having never seen the upper half of a pair of breasts before, the public will be shocked and titillated to witness yours, which of course are bigger and better than anyone else’s.
Will your husband be happy to know that countless men before him have enjoyed beauties that should "ravish" him alone?
No, he will feel puny, he will be overcome by inadequacy, he will stew in jealous insecurity and wilting manhood all night long. All this because other men saw your boobs. Now imagine what would happen if you weren’t a virgin! Naturally, you could overcome all this marital misery if you took the Christian way and recognized your position as a
I am owned by my father. If someone is interested in me, he should see him.
At the time of my marriage, my father gives me away to my husband and there is a lawful change of ownership. At that point and at that point only, I am no longer bound to do my father's will. Instead, I must answer to my husband.
“But my husband wants me to do weird, scary things that my sweet, sweet daddy never asked me to do! I want my daddy back!”
Perhaps this article should be titled “Call Girl” instead, though I doubt anyone would pay so much for so little. But let’s move on from the wonderful world of paternal pimping to
I wished fervently that the article would deal with sexual practices between consenting adults. This being a Christian website, I was not so fortunate.
I have used a dowel rod purchased at the hardware store, about 5/16th of an inch by 18-24 inches, seems about the right balance of heft and flexibility.
This sounds like some twisted version of Home Improvement. Perhaps The Patriarch’s Path could provide a fundamentalist ER, which shows how to provide medical attention to over-beaten children without any interference from nasty Social Services.
A paint stick is too wimpy, except maybe for the bare backside of small children.
If you could find a long enough stick, you could even apply it to the bare backside of small fetuses. Start practising that loving art early!
I once saw a specially designed paddle made of heavy wood that was about a foot long and 3/4th inch thick with rounded edges and a hand grip on one end. This was far too solid for a rod: you could kill someone with that weapon.
But has the “someone” accepted Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior? If so, it’s safe to kill them. If not, please make them repent of their sins and become a Christian first, lest they burn in hell forever.
The back, the buttocks and the back of the upper legs are a safe place for a beating… (and are less likely to be visible to anyone else in case the "stripes" remain a while).
I don’t know why they can’t be patriotic and put some “stars” on the little one’s body as well. That would a nice thing to display, surely.
The idea of corporal punishment is to inflict enough pain to break the will without doing serious injury… a proper beating will be forceful enough to leave marks: red lines or even possibly welts that disappear shortly. A spanking is supposed to hurt!
Do you have to inspect your child’s bare body for the proper marks and welts that tell you you’ve done a good job, or is it enough if they’re just sobbing in agony?
Mere tapping with the rod, or spanking through layers of clothing and diapers, will not be effective.
I’d suggest removing the diaper, but then baby might pee on the floor in terror, necessitating further discipline.
Your aim should be to spank until you elicit a cry of repentance from the child,
or a cry of ecstatic pleasure from yourself. Either way, there’s gotta be screaming.
a cry that signals the child is yielding his will and succumbing to the pain. Perhaps this sounds cruel, but what do you think is the point of spanking?!… The pain is what God uses to break the will and produce a submissive spirit.
There are times when it is clear that the infant is not getting what he wants, so he screams in protest. This is a form of revolt that should be nipped in the proverbial bud… Those who wait until a child is two or three to start spanking are definitely waiting too long.
I just hope that they can distinguish the infant’s scream of repentance from the infant’s scream of protest. Their children’s first words, instead of “Mama” or “Daddy”, must be “Please, no more!” “Forgive me!” or even “Goodbye, cruel world!”
Nor is it ever too late. There is nothing in the Bible to suggest that once a child grows to a certain age or size he is immune to this form of punishment.
And remember, if your grown child won’t drop her pants and bend over for you, there’s Biblical justification for stoning. You can always have more children to replace the rebellious one; in fact you’ll probably have lots of children if you agree with the article
And your womb follows. Oh wait, that was just a uterine prolapse from too many pregnancies.
We had attempted to use condoms at one point, but it seemed like such a cold and dirty way to celebrate the wonderful gift of love-making that God provided for a husband and wife.
“Cold and dirty”… didn’t anyone ever warn them not to re-use the condoms?
No matter what "form" of birth control we use, it is still what it is called....birth CONTROL! We are trying to control conception instead of trusting God to control it. Make sense?
Not in the least, because then you ought to take your hands off the wheel and trust God to CONTROL your car. The happy ending to this trust in god would be more wonderful pain, which according to Nathan D. Wilson would contribute to the bringing-up of men, rather than
Make him play for pain. Put him in a sport where he will get banged up, especially if he doesn't bang up the opposition. Make him eat ants.
Formic acid, the hitherto unknown cure for homosexuality. Then again, this entire website drips acid, though of a somewhat different variety. Their animosity towards women and children is masked in a condescending paternalism, and their sentiments regarding the former are so far removed from reality that they might as well be discussing the care and feeding of Tribbles, which, being soft, cooey, fecund and otherwise useless, resemble the ideal Patriarch’s Path woman. Eat ants? These people swallowed their own self-respect and intelligence a long time ago.
Till next week, everyone!