Put Pandora Back in Her Box

 

 By Rev Wilbur Witt

Ok! Post Graduate Sex Education. This will be graphic, so if you are Woke, broke, or recently poked you might want to skip this class. Let us begin.

Back in the day sex education was mainly concerned with avoiding VD or better known as Venereal Disease. At that time there were only two, Siphilis, known as “The Sift,” and Gonorrhea or “Clap.” With the addition of other conditions and maladies VD became STDs or Sexually Transmitted Disease to at least get the occurrence down to a manageable number.

Our sex education was usually handled by Coach Widacke because his weight and cigar exuded authority and gave the impression that he’d know more about sex than Miss Hornbuckle. Miss Prigmore, the Music Teacher seemed to know a lot about sex, but we’re not going to talk about that right now.

As much as 1960s teachings, religion, and police lectures warned against pre-marital sex, it did happen, and penicillin was very popular. The Clap wouldn’t kill you but it would do until death came along. Sift? Different story. If you were stupid enough to find your junk covered with big pimples and didn’t run to Doctor Padgett you could die in fifteen or twenty years.

Of course, new improved afflictions of the nether regions came along. AIDS was a big one. At first it was though to be a Gay disease. Everybody was real concerned . . . NOT! We didn’t give two hoots and a hill of beans about a disease that only hit them! Even when it was found that heterosexuals could get it but there had to be a transfer of fluid, we were still cool. Understanding the direction of the flow of said fluids in a heterosexual encounter it was surmised that males could not contract AIDS from a woman and there were always sheep. Hey! I went to school in Texas, ok? Oh, and we felt real bad for the girls. Yeah!

Then we found Herpies. Oh boy! It wasn’t deadly but it was like a bad tattoo. And you could never get rid of this tattoo. Like that bunny it kept going and going, reoccurring every time someone made you mad.

Of course there were many others. Finally, we got COVID which while not technically an STD, demanded we all stay six feet apart and nobody was that endowed. After many moons we slowly got back together again and all our old friends were waiting for us. Which is where we find ourselves today.

The difference between twentieth century sex education and twenty-first is the age of the class. It has been arrived at that at some point children become self-aware and as such need to be enlightened about all sexual possibilities up to and including the possibility of being issued the wrong equipment at birth. When in doubt, whack it off. Whacking off was decidedly different in 2019 than 1966.

There are no actual sex education classes anymore. When a Drag Queen is the history teacher every class is sex education. Did you know Lincoln had a boyfriend? Ever aspect of the teacher’s sexual and psychological makeup is on full display every day for all to see. And check out the school library! Little Meat Suckers is really a cookbook. And these people have rights! And lefts, and everything in between. And of course nothing inappropriate might occur!

America has been circling a drain coated with KY jelly for a while. The prevalence of deviate sex styles is so bad that a male teacher eloping with a female high school student is almost refreshing. But, then again, new ideas and understandings have surfaced. Pedophilia has been re-defined by the term minor attracted. I check out Threads from time to time. As you scroll you are eased from some actually interesting posts into a never-ending display of young ladies in surprisingly similar poses. Usually with a provocative comment on top and a click through to a “Bio” which I would suppose would lead you to a date . . . with Chris Hansen. While writing this article I ran over there and just grabbed up a few of the first that popped up.

Ok, all jokes aside. They’re after the kids. In any way feasible. In blatant or not so blatant ways they capitalize on natural youth curiosity and groom them to the extreme. How do we stop this? If your child brings one of those books from the school library raise hell! If you see an obvious transsexual teaching class raise more hell. These people lean heavily on their “rights!” They have no right to display their perversions to your children. Organize groups. Concerned Mothers. PTA. Bikers Against Butt Bumpers. Anything! And keep the pressure on.

This is a spiritual battle. Teens have raging hormones. Always have, always will. We must put God back in schools. When Jesus is there the Devil has a hard job holding class. I know it’s gonna sound old “Fuddy Duddy” but unmarried teen mothers are not funny. Angry trans-sexuals shooting children through the stained-glass windows of a church is not funny. The acceptance of LBGTQ is NOT funny! And its time we put Pandora back in her box.