DISPLACEMENT OF MEN IN THE UK

Hello Chugley, this is Shirley, your English cousin writing to you about how life is evolving here in the UK.   I have been reminiscing a little recently and thought I would put pen to paper; Lest I Forget to tell you.  

It all started back in November 2014 when visits to London skyrocketed as both British and international tourists flocked to witness a ceramic art display of 888,246 red poppies, which covered the grounds of the Tower of London here.

Planted to commemorate the fatalities of the first world war of 1914-1918, the artistic display of poppies entitled Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red had raised the question for me of why the human race sheds blood to save others?

Visitors who witnessed the vast display of poppies had spoke of being deeply moved by the sea of remembrance. It bought home to them that each poppy represented a life which was lost in battle.   Primarily, it would be those of men.

Those who later purchased a ceramic poppy to raise money for the charities, often repeated the chorus that it was for the reason, ‘Lest we Forget’

There was a ‘united’ appreciation of our forces and an appreciation of what the beautiful artwork achieved, and the hearts it could soothe; a sense of togetherness in honouring bravery, but unfortunately there is a somewhat strange irony these days in the United Kingdom, as people talk about freedom, and the reality of how a generation now feel when they personally experience and witness the compromises which have been made to rob them of these in a country for which our ancestors died. A battle cry which is often heartbreakingly heard today can be “is this what our soldiers died for?”

As the poppies were removed from the grounds of the Tower of London, the reality of how generations now live does not reflect the promise we have made to the fallen. They are remembered, but there is also forgetfulness, a betrayal, which strangely exists as the clock moves forward. The importance of God and men in society is forgotten. 

The poppy, like the cross, whether diamond encrusted, ceramic or paper, has become a token gesture, a fashion trend, an acknowledgement; executed, but sadly lacking in promise by some of its most prominent wearers. There is another agenda which is gathering momentum. Another battle has already taken place.

We now live in a country in which strange and immoral laws now reign, and freedoms have been afforded to those who are wrong and not that which is right.    The Church appears to have forgotten its first love in favour of compromising with the pressure of being politically correct.

There are no men who speak up and there is no stability.

Flickering Lights and a Top Show

During December, London had became all aglow with the festive lights of goodwill and cheer. Oxford Street stood in all her glory advertising herself as being one of the most famous light displays in the world. It was pretty, it was warm, it was uplifting, but it was what you call ‘top show’.

As the days passed and we exchanged gold gifts for plastic, some people were however waking up to the fact that there is something very wrong with the future they see coming.

Christmas Eve on the TV, was constantly interrupted, in-between the American classic ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’, with advertisements for summer holidays. It was as though the reality of the life we have forgotten, can be soothed with the hope of the summer sun; rather than the hope of the healing rays of the son who we are meant to worship and remember.

Would the message of George Bailey’s absence of righteous goodness, his love and appreciation of family and neighbour, his uncompromising willingness to do the right thing, be able to touch each heart sooner rather than later – when we realize Christian principles leave a void which evil wants to fill?

As truth becomes persistently persecuted, elected leaders in both the secular and religious world seem to convey such bewildering and confusing messages and as The Church of England appears to have missed the whole point of why the construct of the family constructed of man, women and children is important, I also recalled the appointment of the first female Bishop in the UK, the Rev Libby Lane.

The Archbishop of Canterbury, Justin Welby, who has petitioned for the ordination of women bishops, had said, he was ‘absolutely delighted’ with the Church of England’s first female bishop. In the past he has apologized to women priests who he said had been hurt by the knee jerk resistance to change.

The ordination of women bishops in the UK had strongly divided the church over some years with many who object to such appointments being labelled ‘traditionalist’ because the Bible states that a woman should not have authority over a man.    I think they were missing the point. The Uniqueness of Men

The church, maybe does not see all around them that men and boys are being displaced and weakened to make way for another force to fill their place, and that this fatherless generation, needs  a father;  a solid male role model to look up to.   This issue has nothing to do with ‘equality’.

Former Bishop, Michael Nazir Ali, who who is not afraid to speak up about the attack upon society by both radical Islam and social values, recently criticized the NHS, for its first funded national sperm bank which will make it easier for single women and lesbian couples to have children without the need of a father. In his insightful article he writes about ‘father hunger’.

It is reported that the sperm bank allows women to choose from the profiles of the donors on line, and in effect choose their own designer baby. Whilst heterosexual couples may use the sperm bank, funded by the Department of Health, it has largely been put in place by the demand of thousands of women, who want to have a child without having a relationship with a man.

Have we Forgot?

During the 1914- 1918 war 888,246 men died in Blood Swept Land and Seas of Red. Maybe they thought their country, mothers, sisters and children were worth protecting? They were needed.

The people who visited the ceramic poppy display at the Tower of London may have noticed their own father hunger inside themselves. Some may have remembered their dead brother or son, or a father they never knew. Maybe, a son or husband who is currently serving in our forces.   People and places you can never have back.  Our so called progressive and evolutional society is crumbling.   We are devolving.    This is a spiritual problem….

Thank you Shirley, you bring tears to my eyes, how do you humans make such a pigs breakfast of things?

Gibber! Gibber!

Chugley

The Saddened Chimp