I remember talking with my mom about this the other night, and thought it was a worthy enough topic to expound upon a bit. Before I get into it too much, I have to reintroduce a concept that has been lost to the Western family unit: the Chain of Command. Now, I take a much more benevolent stance on the chain of command than some people, but I still agree that it is a very important facet of family life. As with the military, things go a helluva lot more smoothly once the whole unit knows what one person is in charge. There aren’t two COs on a ship… there’s a CO and an XO. There aren’t two Presidents of the US… there’s a President and a VP. And in the family as well, there is one person in absolute charge, and that is the husband. The wife is the VP, so to speak – she has much more “authority” than the kids, but no chance in hell of “vetoing” the husband’s directives. That is how a proper family is run.
Once you understand the CoC (Chain of Command), it’s easier to also understand the literal roles of father, mother, and children within it. Here is the lesson: “Respect goes up the CoC; Love comes down the CoC.” The husband loves the wife and kids; the wife loves the kids. The kids respect the mom and dad; the wife respects her husband. It’s the natural order. That’s why a man feels slighted in terms of affection when children enter the picture: it’s not that his wife loves him less, it’s that she’s discovered what actual love is.
Think about it… you love those for whom you do; you respect those who do for you. It is appreciation and respect that raises the vagrants’ arms toward the free, hot bowls of soup – it is love and concern that causes the soup kitchen volunteer to ladle it out to them. Think about a child who finds a bird with a broken wing… the bird cannot fend for itself, and has no choice but to respect the fact that the child could crush it with one strong grasp, or merely move it to a place the bird has no control over going. The child is the one that decides to show compassion and tend to the bird, giving of his excess in order to help mend the bird’s wing and fill its poor, empty belly. This was touched on a bit by the “No Ma’am” MGTOW blog here (which is also a decent read).
Now, before any ladies reading this take offense to this Truth, you have to understand that even the Bible (way back then!) understood this basic concept. Men are instructed to love their wives (Colossians 3:19, Ephesians 5:25,28) and women are instructed to respect and submit to their husbands (Colossians 3:18, Ephesians 5:22, Titus 2:5, I Peter 3:1, 5-6). Funny, right? Every so often, such random nuggets of Truth found buried in the dark recesses of that Bronze Age tome really do surprise me.
Nevertheless, it is offensive to rebellious bitches whenever they find that they are (by nature) incapable of love for their men in relationships and are responsible for respecting/obeying/submitting to their partners. The Western bitch is taught by Western society that she is capable of the opposite, and strives to topple the man from his rightful place in the home and relationship in order to prove it. The Lady, on the other hand, humbly accepts her role in the relationship and home, accepting her Lord’s protection, provision, and – let’s face it – love for her, and repays him with the respect that he is rightly due. The Lady knows that her place is not by his side, but under his caring gaze – that she is not meant to seek more work than to make the home a warm, inviting haven for the Lord and his children. And honestly, what woman in her right mind would want to give that up merely so she can say that she too “wears the pants” in the family? It’s lunacy – and it’s what Western society teaches our children from the very beginning.
Once you understand that “Respect goes up the CoC; Loves comes down the CoC,” you really begin to understand the proper dynamic between men and women – the one that doesn’t bother fighting against our Truest natures, but the one that generates peace and love in the home. Everything else is just war and tense standoffs… and who wants that?!?