Lurking in the ideological and indeed spiritual-political divide that goes to the center of the human universe and afflicts every aspect of modern culture is an individual, diametrical difference on a soul level between seemingly equally female, equally fertile, equally genotypically feminine members of society, with horrifyingly stark and diametrical views on what it means to be a mother. And more specifically, what it means to be a mother to male children.

Forget whether or not Brett Kavanaugh is a good enough human being to serve on the Supreme Court. Based on best evidence and best sniff test of both accuser and accused, that’s not even debatable, nor is it the actual debate. Truth is, the conspiracy to destroy Brett Kavanaugh is just as evil and demonically ordained as the conspiracy to sabotage and destroy the President who appointed him. If you arrived here hoping for point by point rehash of an evil rapist, sit down and shut up. Big people talking. Bigger fish to fry. Garden of Eden stuff that’s completely out of hand. Stuff authored by your spiritual father. Hiss, hiss.

Now, where was I?

Hidden amongst the thought droppings and cackling celebrants of spectacle at seeing a good, decent, apparently shy young man who studied to distinction, honed his mind and his education, earned a place of legal reverence and is now being considered for the pinnacle of his profession, only to be denigrated, defamed and destroyed by a wave of unfounded, uncorroborated allegations, what’s actually being revealed in the Kavanaugh-hashtag METOO dystopic meltdown is an ongoing, out in the open, bold as hell culture war over whether or not any traditional male and especially a conservative, white, traditional male with cis-gender tendencies, should be allowed to continue living, breathing, working and rising in the swirling dystopian maelstrom of mentally ill flotsam and shipwrecked social justice jetsam of a 21st century culture, awash as it is in cancerous militant feminist dreck. Lucky if we all don’t drown.

And trust me, on social media and elsewhere, the Kavanaugh-inspired war of the mommies smells even more troublesome than that last sentence reads. One side of the argument is ugly enough to make you give up on the species itself, God help them. God help all of us if they ever have power to match their mental illness.

But let’s start with the good.

On one side, traditional mothers who love their husbands and sons, and beyond that, LOVE that their sons are little boys who will one day grow to be strapping men. Women who want to raise strong, confident masculine men ready to explore and experience the world and conquer their greatest dreams for an adventurous, successful and fulfilled life of love, achievement and happiness without limits, reveling in the strength and indomitable resolve of their best selves.  Preferably with a good woman at their side who will appreciate and celebrate all the unique masculine qualities that make a man a man in full and will love their little boy for all the reasons that make it so much fun that boys and girls are so very different, and yet, so equally human and passionately alive. (If it sounds like I understand this mindset to a tee, it’s because I absolutely do. I was blessed with a mom and dad who raised me to live it and enjoy it in every possible way. But that’s for another time.)

On the other side of this “Challenger Deep” phenotypical chasm is a sick and increasingly twisted culture of malignantly man-hating pathology in a simmering soup of bio-moms who state openly that the very thought of being pregnant with a male child made them physically ill during gestation, and morally regretful, angry at themselves, the child’s father and biology itself for allowing the conception of male baby in need of deep psychological control, moral training and concerted behavioral resistance to all of his instinctual evils, intractable masculinity and inherently inferior male impulses. A boy who needs to be taught to embrace feminism and hate his own gender.  A boy who will be to be trained to hate himself.  A boy who might one day be convinced to abandon his birth gender, mutilate his sexuality and choose catastrophic revisions to his biology in order to better conform to his mother’s powerfully transmitted emotional disdain for what she brought into the world. A boy who might even kill himself to rid the world of another evil white male. Because, maybe, just maybe, that might be the one thing he could do that will make feminist mommy truly happy and proud of her socially enlightened son.

Don’t believe me? Consider the tale of Polly Dunning (pictured with her son) an Australian woman, (daughter of famed Australian feminist, Jane Caro) who wrote publicly about how conflicted she was upon learning she was pregnant with a male baby:

“There were two parts to the feeling: I had to mourn the life I thought I was supposed to have, the elder daughter of my two girls (why do we plan things we cannot control?!), and I had to come to terms with having a relationship with a son that I had never really considered. There were dark moments in the middle of the night (when all those dark thoughts come), when I felt sick at the thought of something male growing inside me.”

And later…

“Raising a boy who maintains the status quo sure would be easy, but I refuse to be satisfied with that. I will raise a feminist boy. Just like his father and grandfathers before him, but even better. I will point sexism out to him at every turn, and he will never get away with it without being called out.”

Sounds like an absolutely miserable existence at the hands of a woman who is very likely histrionic personality with narcissistic tendencies, if not entirely sociopathic. (I’m already working to  locate and reach out to her son for what promises to be riveting conversation.)  But, such is the world of maggot-ridden, sixth wave feminist gangrene in the era of social justice, rainbows and gender fluidity mental illness in this modern age. Hold your nose before you get too close. Things born of the pit have a unique aroma.

Online in recent days, representative gatherings from both sides of the aisle contemplate all things Kavanaugh and more importantly, connotations for future life of their offspring in this Brave New World that even Aldous Huxley didn’t quite capture in full. In Huxley’s beautiful and horrifying book, men and women still gravitate together for sex and pleasure and the more frequently the better. The wretched mischief of #METOO makes that prospect for even hedonistic, mutually beneficial male-female interaction about as plausible as a porcupine mating with a water balloon without a puncture.  Or, about as carefree as a male Black Widow spider hanging around the web for S’mores after the necessary coupling. Not bloody likely.

Mortified at the thought that their son might one day be brutalized publicly by unfounded allegations of rape or misconduct in precisely the plague that befell Brett Kavanaugh, traditionalist mothers and fathers are saying their peace.

One particularly poignant meme showing a woman cradling her infant boy, with the caption expressing that very concern was scrubbed from multiple spots by facebook and Twitter for apparently being “insensitive,” to the feelings of sexual assault victims. Gender equality anyone?

Can there be any doubt, that growing to maturity in the clutches of this Satanically-confused modern era of weaponized psychological uncertainty about gender identity and the outright suppression of normative masculine presentation and personality is inherently abusive, derisive and destructive to the male psyche? Can there be any other outcome but a world with more animus between the genders, decreased likelihood of satisfactory male-female relationship and an exacerbated trend of the already flourishing MGTOW (Men Going Their Own Way) movement, as men decide logically that the personal, financial, emotional and psychological consequences of attempting long term relationship with modern feminist girls are simply too great a risk to brook?

Feminists, in the improbability that you’ve made it this far without stabbing yourself or the nearest phallic symbol with a steak knife, please know that I pity your sons in the same way I might have pitied the abused puppy that lived in that house down the street with the family that never fed or watered it and left it outside when it was ten below. I wish they’d have been born to a better life.

As a man increasingly, interminably grateful to have grown up in a world and under a roof as I did, spared of all of this intractable lunacy and the notion that there was anything at all wrong with simply waking up in the morning and being a feisty, rambunctious, perspicacious and unapologetically headstrong boy, ready to go and do and be all the things that skinned knees, dirty faces, smelly blue jeans and scuffed up tennis shoes and greasy baseball gloves had to offer, I weep for the sheer impractical tensions and complications presented in this psychological war between the sexes. Life is bloody hard enough for all of us without making the most natural things in the world seem like underwater rocket science after a four day bender.

As a son given the magical ability to choose your family, is there any doubt at all which of the two groups you’d rather have as a mother? Assuming of course that the liberal feminist mommy actually allowed you to be born?

Don’t worry, it’s rhetorical.

Feminists, in the improbability that you’ve made it this far without stabbing yourself or the nearest phallic symbol with a steak knife, please know that I pity your sons in the same way I might have pitied the abused puppy that lived in that house down the street with the family that never fed or watered it and left it outside when it was ten below. I wish they’d have been born to a better life.

Part of me honestly hopes that you live to see the day when they hate you as much you hated their manhood. But a bigger part of me hopes and prays for divine magical healing for your heart and all the misguided hearts and heads of a nation and world choking to death on the toxicity of identity politics and the anti-human evil of this God-forsaken age.