Occhidiangela,Mar 9 2006, 10:28 AM Wrote:I disagree. As I see it, the motive (and socialist) force behind the deadbeat Dad laws was twofold: the bitter feminist agenda to marginalize the man in society, to replace him with the State; and a gender neutral reaction to increasing amounts of tax dollars being spent on child rearing for single mothers where fathers were findable, provable, and had abbrogated their responsibilities. There used to be orphanages. The lack of deadbeat mom law enforcement is linkable to the first point agenda and a presumption of innocence or virtue on the behalf of women, which is fallacious, but is part and parcel of the ubiquitous double standards, see also divorce court travesties, of the Cult of the Victim.
Like the drunk driving laws, the deadbeat dad laws were appealing to many since the statistics showed your last point to be the case, and a decision to "do" something about it via statute. The trouble is, it they do NOTHING to address the double standards and unfair treatment of men in child custody cases in our courts.
.
Bingo. Once born, it's about someone else, the child.
And we need to improve our formal adoption processes, so more options are open to those in dire financial straits.
Occhi
[right][snapback]104029[/snapback][/right]
**Claps**
Edit.
After reading Occhi's edit, I feel I must applaud his choice of words used to drive his point home. Very well said my friend. A little venom mixed with truth is never a bad thing. The idea that women are somehow innocent or virtuous is entirely overplayed. Women expect to be treated as delicate hot house flowers, but only when it is an advantage for them.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."