Signs of cultural decay

When I think of grandmothers, I think of she who adores her grandchildren.

When I think of grandmothers, I think of she who represents wisdom learned via experience.

When I think of grandmothers, I think of she who takes her faith seriously and desires to pass that seriousness along.

When I think of grandmothers, I think of she who is at the center of family get togethers and who’s doing her level best to see that needs are met.

When I think of grandmothers, I don’t think of what you’re about to see.

When I think of grandmothers, I don’t think of having to warn you not to allow your young children to listen to what you’re about to listen to.

When I think of grandmothers, I don’t think to remember that some of them were radical feminists years ago who apparently long for the old days.

H/T The Good Deacon who adds:

Are the pro-choicers really this desperate? This is just embarrassing.

The silver lining here is that today’s feminists are being unmasked for all to see.

And it ain’t pretty.

Crossposted(*).

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