June 29, 2011

"What’s going to happen to the children when there aren’t any more grown-ups?" Noel Coward's Question for the 21st Century


"Illegitimi non carborundum!"

If you're getting the impression that we've got a lot more little bastards scampering about these days, you're right.

In round terms, about 40 percent of all births in the United States are out of wedlock. That figure for the entire population conceals wide variation: Thirty percent of white children, 50 percent of Hispanic children, and 70 percent of African-American children are born to unmarried parents. -- Broken Families, Broken Economy | The Weekly Standard
Which is, of course, just fine by many progressives since the more bastards there are, the more "wards of the state" can remain in servitude to Big Daddy in DC. After all, what can possibly go wrong in a society where being a "real bastard" is no longer seen as at all abnormal? Is it really the case that having no father is just a minor misfortune? Doesn't seem to be working out that way for African-Americans, but it must be one of those "black things" that I can't understand.

NeoNeoCon also notes this article and study and reflects, "The statistics in general are sobering, and it's difficult to believe that, once the marriage system is broken, it will ever be put back together again."

She's right. We seem to have reached the 'after the great fall' stage of our Humpty Dumpty society. It won't be put back together again as it was. It will either just keep on crumbling or suffer a large and violent "Society Reset Event." Either way it's clear that after a certain point, the bastards *can* grind you down.

Perhaps our "New!" "Improved!" gay way of "having two daddies" (or "two mommies") will make up for having no father. If so, gay icon Noel Coward didn't seem to think so.

Life today is hectic.
Our world is running away.
Only the wise can recognize
The process of decay.
All our dialectic
Is quite unable to say
Whether we’re on the beam or not,
Whether we’ll rise supreme or not,
Whether this new regime or not
Is leading us astray.

We all have Frigidaires, radios,
Television and movie shows
To shield us from the ultimate abyss.
We have our daily bread neatly cut,
Every modern convenience but
The question that confronts us all is this:

What’s going to happen to the children
When there aren’t any more grown-ups?

Having been injected with some rather peculiar glands
Darling Mum’s gone platinum
And dances to all the rumba bands.
The songs that she sings at twilight
Would certainly be the highlight
For some of those claques that Elsa Maxwell
Takes around in yachts.

Rockabye, rockabye, rockabye my darlings,
Mother requires a few more shots.
Does it amuse the tiny mites
To see their parents high as kites?

What’s, what’s, what’s going to happen to the tots?

Life today’s neurotic, a ceaseless battle we wage;
Millions are spent to circumvent
The march of middle age.
The fact that we grab each new narcotic
Can only prove in the end

Whether our hormones gel or not
Whether our cells rebel or not,
Whether we’re blown to hell or not,
We’ll all be round the bend
From taking Benzedrine, Dexamyl,
Every possible sleeping pill
To knock us out or knock us into shape.

We all have shots for this, shots for that,
Shots for making us thin or fat,
But there’s one problem that we can’t escape.

What’s going to happen to the children
When there aren’t any more grown-ups?

Thanks to plastic surgery and uncle’s abrupt demise,
Dear Aunt Rose has changed her nose
But doesn’t appear to realize
The pleasures that once were heaven
Look silly at sixty-seven,
And youthful allure you can’t procure
In terms of perms and pots.

So lullaby, lullaby, lullaby my darlings,
Try not to scratch those large red spots,
Think of the shock when mummie’s face
Is lifted from its proper place,
What’s, what’s, what’s going to happen to the tots?

What’s going to happen to the children
When there aren’t any more grown-ups?

It’s bizarre when grandmamma, without getting out of breath
Starts to jive at eighty-five and frightens the little ones to death.
The police had to send a squad car
When daddy got fried on vodka
And tied a tweed coat round mummie’s throat
In several sailor’s knots.

Hushabye, hushabye, hushabye my darlings,
Try not to fret and wet your cots.
One day you’ll clench your tiny fists
And murder your psychiatrists.

What’s, what’s, what’s going to happen to the tots?

Posted by Vanderleun at June 29, 2011 8:56 AM
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This unraveling has been coming a long time. The mob rampages in the larger cities is only hint of what is coming even sooner than we thought. It doesn't help that the press has its head so firmly up its ass that they won't talk about it except in the vaguest possible of terms.

Posted by: Jewel at June 29, 2011 11:31 AM

Well what's the problem? Make abortion free and mandatory for all unwed mothers. Then there won't be any bastards for people to adopt the way my parents adopted me. I mean what would you want to adopt some little bastard for. Eew.

Posted by: Andrea Harris at June 29, 2011 12:05 PM

Again we see that what may be a solution in the microcosm becomes a vast problem in the macrocosm.

Don't let yourself become so easily stuck in the illusion of central position.

Posted by: vanderleun at June 29, 2011 1:50 PM

I don't see where the subject of abortion is mentioned anywhere in the article. What I do get out of the article is a rapid decline in our civilization as we once knew it. Also, since someone opened the door to the subject of abortion, I believe the decision is between the woman, her conscience and God.

Posted by: Cilla Mitchell, Galveston Texas at June 29, 2011 3:10 PM

what happens to the children after there are no grown ups (grups)? See Star Trek TOS episode "Miri"....the kids will turn the world into a cruel, Lord of the Flies culture.

Posted by: SonofKatieElder at June 29, 2011 9:20 PM

Decrying unmarried births, while rejoicing gay marriage?!
Tsk tsk tsk....

Posted by: Ed Wallis at June 29, 2011 9:24 PM

I believe the decision is between the woman, her conscience and God.

Since you mentioned it: Actually, society has a urgent and vital interest in the matter as legalizing abortion has had the effect of de-sanctifying everyone's--everyone's--life in the interests of utility. That's why, for example, in about 10 years the state is going to find it laughably easy to refuse you, your kids, and your loved ones expensive health care services based on your age or on an actuary's assessment of your genetic composition. See how much control over 'your body' you have then.

And, please do not talk about God and murder in the same breath.

Posted by: ahem at June 30, 2011 7:12 AM

"And, please do not talk about God and murder in the same breath."

Very much agreed ahem, unless you say, "And God said, Thou shall not commit murder."

Posted by: Denny at July 6, 2011 7:43 PM

Love the song lyrics!

As for the delirium that proceeds, well, not everyone can be Noel Coward, I suppos, and wit and insight can't be expected from nutjobs who hallucinate that liberals are looking to increase welfare rolls and turn everyone gay.

Oh, well. I suppose the enraged right wing needs its nightmares. Otherwise they might have to concede that their endless rage really makes no sense and be forced to abandon it and then what would lend their lives meaning, since railing l against this or that progressive bogeyman seems to be the only "contribution" they can think up?

Let them rail. It keeps them busy while the creatives of the world are out building Tomorrow.

Posted by: EyeLean5280 at December 15, 2013 12:29 PM