A Message To My Unborn Children.

According to the materialistic conception, the determining factor in history is, in the last resort, the production and reproduction of immediate life. Arthur Schopenhauer takes this a step further by stating that the inherent drive within human beings to stay alive and reproduce is the basis of all relationships. When a man sees a woman to whom he is physically attracted, takes her home and locks the door to his bedroom, what he is trying to do is to provide a solution to the inveterate riddle posed by woman. And that solution is pregnancy. Pregnancy is the manifestation of God's declaration that we should be fruitful and multiply, and fill the earth...The propagation of the species precludes us from becoming endangered inspite of the fact that our offsprings' debut in this world is a rendezvous with danger.
They will not understand this until a horse neighs it. For it is from the mouth of a horse that truth comes tumbling out like an ever rolling stream. Pegasus, Pegasus, the winged one! I am begging of you to please take this message to my unborn children. Tell them it is a dangerous world out here.
My children, I know where you are coming from. I am also not unaware of the condition of your existence there. But I am thinking if it would not be better for you to continue existing as pure spirits in the realm of the absolute. I consider it a great privilege that you have chosen me to sire you. But why me?
My children, it is this same question that has turned many a man into a murderer. Instead of, to be or not to be, they are asked, to sire or not to sire? And when no answer is forthcoming, they drag the woman who has been put in the family way to the house of a little man in a white coat whose coat of arms bears the words "PRO CHOICE". And there, the pure spirit that has already taken root in the womb of the woman is sent back to the realm of the absolute, having begged and begged to no avail to be allowed to come into this world. I heard that the little man in a white coat told the begging spirits that beggars cannot be choosers.
My children, let me tell you the truth. I will not turn into an errant father like some men are wont to do. Any fool with a dick can make a baby, but only a real man can raise his children. But all I am saying is that if you must come to me, come as warriors, for it is a terrible world out here especially if you are born downtown. Then, you have to war everyday against being downtrodden.
My children, let me tell you something in strict confidence. Pegasus might not have the patience to neigh this in your ears. It is about woman. Woman is the greatest mystery of creation and the most mystical of all creators who seals the life giving act with ritualistic mating with her offsprings. Do you know that not all women who create are mothers even if they indulge in ritualistic mating. The vice president's homosexual daughter has contrived with her partner to bring a child into this world through an all-female conception. Unnatural happenings beget unnatural ailments. What is a child without a biological father? If your friend knows what is good for her, yes, because the process of an all-female conception can only produce female children because of the absence of the Y chromosome of male sperm which is needed to produce sons. Yes, as I was saying before I delved into that explanation which by the way might be a little bit too complicated for you, tell your friend not to come to this world without having a biological father. I know she will be treated like a princess, thanks to Haliburton, but princesses sometimes lose face. My children, come as warriors and not as soldiers of fortune. Come with your swords and shields for it will be required of you to shield your mother and to use your sword to cut the banner of shame which some women have hung over motherhood. One died the other day leaving a four-month old daughter with seven fathers behind. Tell me what is shame if that is no shame. But it is the lesser of two evils compared with the absence or non-existence of a biological father.
My children, don't let us argue. Rather listen to me before making up your mind whether to be or not to be. Some mothers run away after bringing you into this dangerous world. I don't know why. Can you imagine the prospect of being orphaned while your biological parents are alive? You will be faced with two options by the action of your irresponsible mother. It is either you are dumped in a refuse container or offered up for adoption. I was having lunch with my colleagues the other day when the supervisor announced that his assistant will not be coming to work for a long time because she was now a mother. I was speechless to the same extent as my white colleagues were elated and transported into an ecstasy of euphoria. I couldn't understand what was going on because I saw the the assistant supervisor the week before and her tummy was as flat as a flapjack. Moreover, she was no longer within the age-bearing bracket unless the good Lord wanted to transform her atavistically into Sarah, Abraham's wife. It was later that I found out that she had adopted a baby. My children, some of you might actually be lucky enough to be adopted by some good women I know of, for example, my colleague, or the woman who gave us the Immaculate Collection and who is presently nursing and catering to the needs of young David Banda; and also the tomb raiding daughter of Jon Voight. May God bless all these women. I did not hear you say amen.
Say it loud, my children, and don't let it stick in your throat. Do you know that in India they kill female babies because the parents are too poor to afford the bride price when the children become marriageable? Another Herod might rise again who will legislate that all male children under the age of one be put to death.
My children, if, after my admonitions, you still choose to come, please I am down on my knees begging you not to make your debut in Darfur, Somalia, Ethiopia, Eritrea and Djibouti. Even Zimbabwe. A curse has been placed on these countries all in Africa. And the land has revolted against the people instead of the people prosecuting an agrarian revolution. In some other parts of Africa, rebel child soldiers in whom the madness of the millenia has erupted, have taken to amputating little children.
Some countries, especially in the developed world are havens for pedophiles including priests who will never make it to heaven. There are kidnappers and rapists thronging the streets and the subway. Please don't accept sweets and chocolates from strangers. Not only strangers. You see I am so confused I can't even tell you the people you should beware of. Even those who are familiar to you. They all pose a clear and present danger which dangles from their sweets and chocolates. These are baits and you should learn not to swim in waters where they abound. I don't know what happened to Madeleine McCann. The four-year old just disappeared without a trace right under the parents' nose. Yanire Izaga, a two-year old was battered to death by her yuppie father. You cannot even trust members of your own family. What could be more dangerous than that?
I know that by now you have started entertaining second thoughts about your mission. It is not my purpose to scare you or to hype the situation here. But this is just an objective situation report. There is a war out here.To end my message, let me tell you about my German friend Klaus. He used to have a girl friend from whom he didn't want to have babies. He didn't have anything against the woman, but it was just that Klaus preferred to have a dog to play around with. The girl friend eventually became pregnant and I was really curious about the sex of the baby or if it would be a dog. You know what the woman gave birth to? She had a miscarriage. What a pity! Because I was actually expecting her to give birth to a dog. I am mischievous. If you don't know, you better know now. Welcome to my world, although it a dangerous world. When humans stop procreating, there is a surfeit of dogs and cats for adoption.