Dakota Beacon

I’ve been thinking about Joe Biden’s answer to the woman who said she had two daughters, one of them “transgender” - in other words a girl and a boy, the boy being subjected to “transgendering”.  She asked about his position on this.  Admittedly, she was rather vague as to what she was looking for in specifics, but Biden took hold of the line and reeled himself in with some sort of slightly irrelevant story about two gay men he saw as a young boy.  And something about an eight-year-old deciding to make his life “easier” by just, what the hell, transitioning.  At age eight.  

Now, I tried to think about myself at age eight.  I think that about then I wanted to be some sort of bank robber - a guy most certainly - and I would fight it out with the local sheriff, jump on my horse and ride out of Dodge with my loot.  Well, that was one version, anyway.  I also wanted to be a captain of a ship.  And Zorro.  And Robin Hood.  It seemed, when I was eight years old, that all the really exciting escapades were designed for, if not restricted to, males.  They wore the swirling capes and did the sword fighting.  Girls sat around a lot.  And cooked.  Which I hated.  They weren’t exciting or dashing at all.  So what?  None of the boys I played these games with as a child turned into Zorro either.  Or bank robbers.  Or ships’ captains.  None of us turned into clever riverboat gamblers either, or explorers in Africa or outer space.  We all turned out pretty normal.  Which is a very good thing.  I didn’t discover boys as interesting in themselves until I was probably at least 14 or 15.  I have heard that girls tend to find this attraction earlier than boys.  I don’t know - I’ve never been a boy.

What if, when I was eight, some idiot “counselor” at my little grade school had decided to wrench me away from my family so I could get transitioning therapy and maybe surgery.  Well, one thing is certain.  There would be three fewer great people in the world today.  And I’d be pissed.  No child at age eight has a clue about this.  The other night I heard a discussion involving Jordan Peterson.  As usual, he had some very interesting and enlightening things to say.  He discussed how children who used to interact and role-play with each other are no longer doing this in the normal way.  Kids, instead of playing roles with each other or acting out possible real-life or fantasy scenarios with each other are on their phones or laptops.  I’d go one step further if I’d been in on the conversation.  I would say that mothers’ decisions to put their kids in institutional daycare so they can pursue some “career path” unhampered by a child at their feet, are contributing massively to the dysphoria we see.  Peterson speculates that the lack of normal development through this basic role-playing is delaying emotional and other development in older children and teens.  Hence the increase in gender dysphoria or whatever you want to call it, that leads a normal person to allow normal children to abort their own futures as  men or  women in favor of a fantasy that they are the other sex    Maybe he’s right.  

A few years ago, following our epic flood in Grand Forks, I was out for a walk on a fine June day.  I believe I might have referred to this here before.  It was a lovely 80 degree day, not a cloud in the sky, trees leafed out luxuriously and grass green on the lawns.  Not a soul was out except for me.  No one playing baseball in the backyard, no kids on swings, no sidewalk games, no kids riding bikes together, no one out with a butterfly net or a piece of chalk or a jumprope or a book.  Nothing.  No one.  It was like the real “Silent Spring”.  Only it meant no people.  That is the world we are making.  I thought about it at the time.  In those days kids didn’t have cell phones.  I laid it all to absent parents.  Neglectful parents.  Parents who flung their kids into the first daycare that would take them and to hell with the consequences to the kid.  

When my husband and I lived in our first house together, an old, late Victorian house in inner city Grand Forks (no longer there) we lived across the street from a busy daycare.  It was kind of horrifying to see the little toddlers out for their daily walk, each holding firmly onto a plastic ring attached to a rope and guided by a single minder.  I thought then of the horror stories I had heard as a child, of how in Soviet Russia kids were not raised by their parents but by the “system” - the communist institutions - and taught not to honor or obey or feel any attachment to their parents, but the state instead.  It filled me with horror at the time and no less so today, when I see it all around me.  

But here was Joe Biden blathering about an eight-year-old kid “making life easier”.  Is that what he did as a kid, too?  Make life easier?  Is that what he taught his own kids?  We don’t hear much about Beau, and it is perhaps just as well, because Beau sadly died young of cancer.  But to cast him as the “good son” and Hunter as the “bad son” is not fair either.  Beau might have had the higher IQ - he apparently made it through law school at least - but there is no reason not to expect we could have seen the same Biden family pattern there in the state AG’s office too.  In any case, we do know about Hunter - a troubled, drug-addicted failure, the family scape-goat and bagman.  He could only have been put in this position by his own father. Which is appalling.  How could a parent so badly use a child?  How could a parent train his kid to peddle influence for a living?  Well, I guess other crime families do this.  The don expects his kid to “do the right things”.  Our movies and literature are full of this kind of perversion.  It's a bit like the villain, Fagan, from Oliver Twist.

Joe’s answer to his planted “audience member” speaks volumes in the context of his own son’s activities, doesn’t it?  Why not just simply “make life easier”, right?  If it’s easier to steal than to work and earn a living, why not make it “easier” there, too?    I have strayed from my original disgust at the child abuse involved in a parent allowing an eight-year-old to commit self-abuse, destruction of his own life and his own potential just to make life “easier”.  But is moral amputation any significant  significant than whatever this parent allows some third party to do to mutilate her child in the name of “making life easier”?  Life is not easy.  It is not intended to be, and as we can see from the shattered lives of the Biden family, corruption does not lead to an easier end either.  At some point everyone needs to look in the mirror.  Honestly.  And see what is really there.

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