Was that supposed to be a sweet pea parade?  Because, I didn’t see any sweet peas, in the botanical or the female-sweetheart-nickname sense. That string of militant feminists couldn’t be any one’s sweet pea.  At best this parade was disturbing.  As Henry Van Til recognized, culture is religion externalized.  What we do is driven by what we think.  It’s just the reality of humanity, we are self-aware religious beings and we do what we do for a reason.  You don’t fight wars or fight for survival without a reason.  Today many like to believe in the Dream of a culture free from religion, well sorry, that too is a religion.  So, today we witnessed the parade of our culture and I really wanted to throw up.

Early Sweet Pea float for the Women’s Christian Temperance Union. Back when women fought for morality instead of against it.  This was one half of the paradox, man vs. woman, in a struggle that made culture work.  But then the women gave up and decided to join the other side and now we have disaster.

I found myself heckling more than once, in a parade that was historically a small town festival centered around flowering peas,  Lathyrus odoratus L., Latin which most people used to understand. It’s not hard to unite around such a simple idea, you grow some pretty flowers and have a festival when they are in bloom.  Sure, why not?  Then we shared a common religion under the God who made the flowers grow, and there were no active rebels seeking to destroy every aspect of culture. We had real problems like surviving the winters in the west, protecting our loved ones from wild animals and wild Indians and mother nature.  Today mother is lord, or she would be, mother that is, except for the three abortions.  Now she is just she, and she is very angry at  discovering her historical oppression, as angry as the women of old would be surprised to hear they were oppressed. The parades of old might have featured portly politicians waving flags and simple campaign slogans, but they were hardly political.  There were towns all across America celebrating the bounty of the harvest,  celebrating pretty flowers in a world of life-threatening hardships.

Now we celebrate the march of militant feminism.  Apparently the theme of the parade had something to do with ‘dream’, probably evoking vague feelings of Martin Luther, no not the hero, the black guy, and the one line from any speech that anyone could quote you these days.  But I was dreaming the whole time for a world which still had a moral compass and some respect for the created order.  I found the ‘float’ for the Historical Society ironic, with their slogan something about ‘Preserving our history’.   Ironic because the majority of the rest of the parade was celebrating and furthering the destruction of everything historical.

The only notable man in the parade was dressed as a mermaid.  Apparently the only culturally acceptable role for a man these days is in drag.  He was followed by a band of drumming dykes, which was, incidentally, the closest thing to a marching band the parade had to offer.  I don’t recall seeing any American flags in the entire procession but there were plenty of rainbows.  And a ‘coexist’ banner–thing.  I’m not really sure what any of this is supposed to be, the notion of floats is out the window. I guess a total break down in civic order is now called ‘thinking outside the float’.  I love the hypocrisy of forcing a statement like that, rather than just doing it.  Of course, like all our religious sentiments these days, the thinking generally stops at the sentiment expressed.  But the action marches on, as did the butch menagerie beating on their multicolored buckets.  ”Let us coexist in hell” I believe I heard them chant.  They were followed by a string of spandex coated and uncoated females from various dance troupes, of all ages.  Apparently this is what women do these days.  Parades of yesteryear, with their marching bands and military arrays conjured up the old stories of wars won of peace and freedom achieved.  The marching jazzercise-yoga-spa-massage-pilates suited up in their uniforms is kind of like that, except I’m not even sure they know what they are fighting for.  Oh yes 100 years since women’s suffrage.  Or was that 100 years of women’s suffering?  I’m not sure but based on the destruction of the nuclear family and the jaded abused women I always meet, I am inclined to think the latter.  And a great number in this troupe were wearing old-fashioned dresses, my goodness isn’t the petticoat the symbol of oppression?  And so it has become for we are all under petticoat rule.  The state is now our mommy, keeping us safe from everything, including ourselves and sinister parades distributing candy.  We simply can’t throw candy, someone might get hurt.  So, they hand it out or slide it out of a tube(I almost said ‘shoot’ but we cant be connoting anything to do with guns now can we).  If I’m not mistaken clueless children getting wiped out by parade floats traveling five miles per hour, use to be how we cleaned out the gene pool.  I’m not sure I might have to make a trip down to the Historical Society to check that one out.

All in all, this is a woman’s world.  It’s not surprising that the words of Jesus would be so corrupted.  It’s frustrating that more people don’t recognize it.  Christianity recognizes the dignity of women and so Satan corrupts it into the worship of women.  And so here we are today, with a parade full of women asserting their rights–to not act like women.  We have a culture of feminism, because we have a religion of female worship.  That’s how it works.  We aren’t allowed to take risks or have spirited debate without being sued or medicated.  We aren’t allowed to be men, it scares the women and I’m pretty sure it’s not loving.  Jesus said so. Na na na na na.

A similar thing happened in the last round of creation.  It is evident from scripture that there was no capital punishment before Moses.  Cain killed Abel and his punishment was exile rather than death.  But after Noah, capital punishment, an eye for an eye, was instituted.  That is all well and good, like the entire law of God, until it becomes a god.  Tribal revenge became the motivating factor on this earth.  It became their religion (it is still the religion of Darwinian Hitler, and the Muhammedan).  The good law of God was perverted, because that’s all Satan can do.  He is not creative, he thought the murder of Jesus would mean victory for him.  He didn’t know about the deeper magic, the way self-sacrifice and humility conquer.  But when he finally figured it out, he twisted it.  Now legitimate compassion for the weaker sex has turned into worship.  And men don’t want to participate in this woman’s world.  They stopped going to college and they stopped taking care of their families, and they stopped respecting women, because; “what’s the point?”.  They get no recognition and women think they, and their welfare checks, are doing just fine with out him.  And it all started in the Church, the center of religion for the world.  The center of truth for the world.  The light of the world.  It all happened because men stopped going to church.  People wonder why men  don’t like singing warm fuzzy, cooing, love songs to the worship leader in church. Gee is that really hard to figure out?  In the old days men could retreat to the club, or the pub or the bar, but not anymore.  They were once free to discuss theology amongst themselves without offending everyone. That’s actually sexist and illegal now.  So the women are there and everywhere now, trying to be men and that messes up everything, from the Church all the way down to a parade about sweet peas.

I recently went through all the 8mm film taken by my grandfather in the 50′s and 60′s.  The majority of it was from the Apple Blossom Festival in Wenatchee Washington.  Now there is something to celebrate, the greatest apple producing city carved out of a desert by American can-do spirit.  My grandfather helped to design the canal system fed by Grand Coulee Dam that provides water to the center and power to the entire state of Washington.  He spent his final years in a rest home in Wenatchee drawing pictures of flowers.  He grew tons of rose bushes, for his wife his entire life.  And apparently, he loved the parade.  Back then the parades didn’t feature women dressed like an amazon military brigade fighting to fit into ever smaller leotards.  They featured princesses, up on pedestals, surrounded by cascades of flowers.  Those elaborate floats and those elaborate dresses must have taken hours, like anything that is worthwhile.  You can’t help but think that those women were cherished.  Which led to children who were well adjusted and raised in stable homes. Which led husbands who were respected and provided more than paying the gym bill via child support.  Which led to a culture where we were free to stop and smell the sweat peas.  I wonder if the men didn’t participate in the parade because they are too busy giving 50% of their labor to the government for social programs.

My mom kept wondering where all the horses were, in a parade, in Montana.  I was personally wondering where all the cars were but cars and cowboys are just too masculine for this culture.  Then there at the end were the four horsemen.  Sorry, make that women, but nevertheless, fitting.

 

Some of grandpa’s footage.