I’ve read and heard a number of news reports about the women’s marches conducted in various communities including Fernandina Beach last Saturday but still have no idea what the gals’ overall objective was. And I’m not sure they do either.
Signs carried by many of those marching encouraged onlookers to: “Respect my rights”, “Stay outraged” and proclaimed “I will not go quietly back to the 1950s” making it appear that the marchers weren’t sure what their common cause was, except to make it clear that baking cookies, dusting the furniture and ironing were not priorities on their “to do” lists.
Many news reports said that the women were protesting President Donald Trump, who in the latest postelection survey I saw, received more white female votes (53%) than his opponent Hillary Clinton, a statistic that didn’t sit well with some of the national march organizers who, according to THE WEEK Magazine, told white women to “check their privilege” so women of color and lesbians could lead the protest. Being white is “not OK right now,” an organizer said. So much for unity.
Their anti-Trump flame is sparked mostly by funding from the very rich and very nasty George Soros and fanned by the President’s frustrated and flustered mainstream media nemesis. In D.C. two of America’s most brilliant political scientists added their commentary with Madonna saying she’d like to blow up the White House and Ashley Judd comparing Trump to Hitler. Their language (“I am woman hear me swear!”) and the language of some other “lady” speakers made the vulgar 2005 Donald Trump-Billy Bush recording pale in comparison and had the scatological rapper crowd slack jawed with admiration.
The group’s global coordinator Breanne Butler said “This isn’t a march on Trump….but a march on Washington including Congress, the Supreme Court and any other representatives…..hear our voices.”
Wait a minute, wasn’t that the same message the Trump election campaign used?
Locally the police estimated that some 700-800 Amelia Island ladies (the organizers said it was twice as many), a sprinkling of guys, and lots of kids and dogs participated in unison with their D.C. counterparts holding their Saturday rally in Fernandina Beach’s Central Park after marching through town. They were respectfully peaceful and orderly and gave the appearance of a group of gals joining together for the sole purpose of being outraged, but not exactly sure what it was they were supposed to be outraged about. Maybe it’s difficult to express proper outrage when its sunny and a balmy 80 degrees on January 21. “Hey, look over there, is that the Farmer’s Market? Are those people playing petanque? Did anybody bring beer?”
One young gal the online Fernandina Observer described as “scantily-clad” used her bare chest to scrawl a wordy message on, punctuated only by two small pasties while her hirsute marching companion looked as though she had my long-haired pal Pajamadave Voorhees in a headlock.
Other locals carried signs that covered a gamut of outrage, ranging from environmental and LGBT issues to anti-Trump sentiments and women’s rights. There were also some puzzling signs that resembled byzantine charts and lengthy excerpts from authors that appeared as though they were visual aids snatched from a college sociology lecture hall.
One of the guys in the group covered all the bases by carrying one saying “I’m with her.” A woman clutched another asking folks to “Include the Excluded” without being specific, apparently offering observers an opportunity to choose from their own list of outcasts…lepers, Luddites, Lilliputians, whatever. Another guy toted a placard that nobody could argue with that proclaimed “Love your Mother.” More about moms later.
Speaker Anna Occhuizzo, urged attendees to volunteer and join groups that have missions to protect water, air and land, a plea that probably wasn’t intended to send them scurrying to the nearest Navy, Air Force or Army recruiting offices, but who knows, since all the messages were vague and disjointed, again leaving me confused as to what this feminine Hokey Pokey was all about.
You know those times when a song just starts racing through your mind and won’t stop? Well, that just now happened to me as the Kinky Freidman tune, “Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed” kicked in.
You uppity women I don’t understand
Why you gotta go and try to act like a man,
But before you make your weekly visit to the shrink
You’d better occupy the kitchen, liberate the sink.
Darn, I’m sorry. Don’t you hate it when that happens?
Anyway, back to our outraged ladies where another local organizer, Sheila Cocchi, told the online newspaper The Independent that she was proud of the turnout, adding: “It’s probably one of the most important things that I’ve done in my life,” a statement that suggests she may want to seriously reevaluate her long term personal and professional goals.
It seems to me that while these gals represent a potentially powerful force to be reckoned with, they lack a shared purpose, particularly one that doesn’t involve a dust mop, a stove or an iron. They’ve made it clear they don’t want to spend much time in the kitchen “rattling those pots and pans” but other than hating President Trump they appear to be protesting aimlessly and need direction for their communal outrage.
I’m here to help. I have a just and feminine cause for Ms. Cocchi and her ladies-up-in-arms that’ll make her even prouder and bring her group together under a common banner with outrage for all — single motherhood and helping prevent it.
I don’t mean mothers raising children on their own because of circumstances beyond their control such as well-justified divorces (abuse, abandonment, infidelity, addiction) being widowed, having a spouse incarcerated, etc. I was raised by a widowed mother from the age of five and have first-hand knowledge of the difficulties these women face.
I mean women who are being praised and celebrated because they are willingly and purposely bearing illegitimate children and being encouraged to do so. In the meantime the nuclear family is vilified, while the tax payers are forcibly enlisted to feed, house and cloth the single mothers and their kids. Even single mothers who are impregnated through artificial insemination are celebrated as success stories with many claiming that the child is more important than the father. Really? Tell that to the kid.
Single motherhood is epidemic and those that encourage, promote and glamorize it are crazy wrong.
Hollywood and the media rave on about the merits of being a single mother and celebrate unwed mothers such as Halle Berry, Nicole Richie, Jessica Alba, Susan Sarandon and many more. An American Idol winner’s album featured a song called “Baby Mama” celebrating teenage single motherhood. Movies and television shows glorifying single moms are too numerous to list.
While liberal government policies pay single women to have children out of wedlock (“Hear us roar! What’s holding up my government check?”) pop culture cheerleaders glamorize these unwed mothers and society suffers, but none as much as the children of these unmarried women.
For example a single women in her early twenties featured in the Jacksonville-based Florida Times-Union during its annual Christmas fund raiser series last month, explained that she was in need of financial help because she has four children. It was also revealed in that story that each child had a different last name and there was no husband in the house. Earlier this month the paper ran a front page story about a baby that was kidnapped from a 16-year-old single mother 18 years ago at a Jacksonville hospital. The young woman was recently found living in North Carolina with the kidnapper. From what I’ve read she was lucky she didn’t have to go home from the hospital with her biological parent, who was awarded $1.6 million dollars in a lawsuit against that hospital, lost her house and today is flat broke. At the time of the child’s birth the father was in jail and the mother now has a couple of other kids and no husband, no job and no prospects.
Being born to a single mother is like winning a prison lottery.
The strongest predictor of whether a person will end up in prison is that he or she was raised by a single mother. Some 70 percent of inmates in state juvenile detention centers serving long-term sentences were raised by single mothers; 72 percent of juvenile murders and 60 percent of rapists come from single-mother homes. Some 70 percent of teen births, dropouts, runaways, juvenile delinquents, and child murders involve children raised by single mothers. And 80 percent of ALL prison inmates come from single-parent homes.
Single motherhood may be the single most important and unreported social problem in America, eclipsing crime, drugs, poverty, education, homelessness and welfare because it drives all of those ills. And it’s going to get worse. According to the U.S. Census Bureau by 2005 — just 12 years ago — more than one-third of all babies born in the U.S were illegitimate. Single mothers account for 85 percent of homeless families and 90 percent of all welfare recipients are single mothers.
So, ladies here’s something that you can justifiably be outraged about. Talk to your sisters and do society and yourselves a favor and direct your outrage at helping prevent single motherhood…it’s bad for the mother, children and society. And I’ll be outraged right alongside you.
Speaking Of Protestors: Anti-Trump inauguration day protestors smashed windows of a Starbucks and a Bank of America, spray-painted anarchist graffiti on a variety of surfaces in downtown D.C. and destroyed cars among other damaging acts to accomplish what? How do their actions accomplish their goals? And what are their goals? As far as I can tell all they achieve is to drive moderate Americans further and further away from the Democratic party, the organization most folks rightly associate with these loons.
“Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose” Department: In her Thamm-O-Gramm and Fernandina Beach Observer column earlier this week keen local political analyst and commentator Suanne Thamm revealed a number of issues the city grappled with some 45 years ago that are still on the current agenda. In doing so she recalled how in the 1970s former City Commissioner Ron “Get off my lawn you little bastards” Sapp suggested a voter referendum that would have limited the population of Fernandina Beach to 12,000. And if he had been successful way back then I’m sure he would have proposed an ordinance that would have prevented any of them from driving past his house on Alachua St.
Bar Room Betting Material: How can Donald Trump be the 45th President since there have only been 44 people ever elected President? When the 22nd President Grover Cleveland (1885-1889) ran for a second term he was defeated by Benjamin Harrison (1889-1893), who became the 23rd person to hold the office. When Harrison ran for reelection Cleveland ran again and defeated him to become the 24th President (1893-1897) and the only President to serve two nonconsecutive terms, so he’s counted twice.
Things I Don’t Get Department: Why are Democrats so incensed over the Russian hacking of Democratic Party political emails and so delighted that former president Obama pardoned Bradley (aka Chelsea) Manning, who gave away U.S. military secrets to our country’s enemies?
Department Of Silly Broadcasting: During an inauguration day morning NPR broadcast session (Jacksonville WJCT, 89.9FM) Friday, January 20, NPR’s Mara Liaison haughtily gloated that she was looking forward to counting the number of times President Trump said “I” during his inaugural speech, implying that the new president was an egotistical bore. Where was this woman the past eight years when the personal pronoun “I” was the linchpin around which President Obama’s speeches rotated? Good grief, the sooner President Trump pulls the government’s financial plug on this claptrap the better. By the way, “I” was mentioned just three times in President Trump’s speech and in the following phrases: “I will fight or you…. I will never let you down” and “The oath of office I take today is an oath of allegiance to all Americans.” The new President used “you” and “your” 16 times and “we” 45 times. Ms. Liaison I suggest that YOU update YOUR resume as YOUR tax payer funded pay days are numbered.
Drinking, Dining & Dancing: Friends Cal Atwood, Joe Murphy and I enjoyed our monthly lunch this past Wednesday at The Surf and I can honestly report that we all left totally satisfied with the food, ambiance and service. Joe had one of the newly created $9.95 Monday-Friday specials selecting fish and chips, with a huge piece of cod and a cup of chicken noodle soup, that he proclaimed “very good.” Cal and I split one half of Manager Joey Ledet’s now legendary muffuletta and a side of fries. The muffuletta, which is not on the menu, is back to its reasonable $11 for a half and $19 for a whole one. If you’re lucky you’ll get Michelle or Jessie as a server, either one is a delight, attentive and both very easy on the eyes. By the way, a whole muffuletta weighs in at just over two pounds. Find a better and tastier sandwich anywhere! Oh, the $9.95 special also offers a choice of a meatball sandwich, Philly cheese steak, club hoagie, shrimp poboy, oyster poboy, southern fried fish sandwich or a grilled Ahi tuna sandwich, all with either soup of the day or a salad. If you’re there Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday you might want to sit in the Artie Steinig “Breakfast Club” tiki bar section where Artie holds court and offers a special happy hour 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. and features a not-on-the-menu special of two hotdogs with fries, chili, onions, jalapenos and cheese for just five bucks. When Artie arrives to unlock the place at 9 a.m. there’s already a line of folks waiting to get in and I understand why. I enjoyed breakfast at the 1120 South 14th Street Doo Wop Diner Thursday morning with another breakfast club group consisting of local musician Dan Voll, Pajamadave Voorhees, Carol “Mom” Voorhees, and the spunky and very pretty Zan Maddox, about as interesting group to ever congregate at one table and engage in conversation that made no sense whatsoever, thus providing a terrific kerfuffle-free environment. You can’t beat the Doo Wop’s breakfast specials with nothing I could see costing more than nine bucks and the two eggs, ham, toast, grits and coffee I ordered going for just seven dollars. They only serve breakfast and lunch opening at 7 a.m. and closing at 3 p.m.