Championship Tennis Prepares Women for Motherhood

Dear Friends,

I am sure that you will find this recent article by H.E. Bishop Williamson concerning "Women at Wimbledon," very interesting.

I "found" an article on the same subject. I hope you enjoy this.

Shock Study: Championship Tennis Helps Prepare Womenfolk for Motherhood

By Jeanette Pryor

Most serious, thinking men believe that the competitive, gladiatorial nature of tennis frustrates the delicate passivity and innate submissive essence of their Womenfolk. Yet, a series of interviews conducted at the Wimbledon Tournament by acclaimed journalist, Esteban Gluteus Maximus, offers startling information about the actual benefits of tennis for women’s Womanhood.

“Arriving at the world-famous Wimbledon Tournament, obviously the first thing I focused on was how the men allow their women to dress,” reported Gluteus. “Though impressed by the women’s imitations of their Men-folk’s athletic abilities, I was curious about why Western Men give their women permission to engage in a strenuous activity that seems fit only to make them independent, dominant and altogether unmanageable.”

Consulting the men responsible for the female champions gave Esteban the answer he was looking for. “It’s true,” admitted Jeff Johnson, who started training his champion three years ago, “it is quite violent, but it actually develops her deepest maternal instinct, her reflex to protect and defend my children.” Peter Julius, another man who permits his woman to engage in world-championship tennis, added, “What some men can forget, is that women are natured to conquer and destroy anything or anyone that might harm their husband's offspring. A woman might, one day, find herself in the position of keeping alive that which the husband has willed to be. On an isolated farm, or homestead, this might actually require a woman to, physically and emotionally correspond to this reflex of her nature. Tennis helps her be ready to tap into her vicious side.”

“It’s logical,” Otto Nelson pointed out, “that competing with another woman at Wimbledon, is in the same order as, wrestling a toddler from a bear or other nasty predator who might wander onto my property.”

When Esteban expressed his surprise at the immodesty permitted by the Men-folk, Johnson protested, “We have made some progress with this central problem. We now dress them all in skirts; mini-skirts, to be sure, but even short mini-skirts, while immodest, are conformed to what really makes a woman a woman. We no longer allow them to wear shorts, because this would deprive them of their nature. Moving forward, we’re looking at some Middle-Eastern styles, particularly the Leen Renouf line.”

“It’s really state-of-the-art design,” Peter added, “It preserves our exclusive right to see our women, while leaving them the full range of motion needed for intense at-the-net volleys. Right now, the diminished peripheral vision has been our set-back.”

Gluteus was curious about long-term effects of removing a woman from her home for a full season, behavior some dissenters consider dangerously close to having a career. One man, J.F. Naples, told Gluteus that he had been obliged to withdraw from courting a potential mate when she admitted that she enjoyed her time on the World Tour more than cooking for him.

But this problem seems rare, “My woman has never had any problems making the transition from the primal, killer instinct needed to win Grand Slams, back to her chores at home,” offered Julius. “Of course, she is doing all of this to please me and that’s what makes her so fulfilled by it,” laughed Johnson. “For her, the French Open, the kitchen…as long as I’m happy, she doesn’t know the difference!”

The St. Giuseppe’s Tennis Association is encouraging other men to enroll their women in community- based tennis co-ops. Ken Williams, director of the group remarked, “Anything that directs our women’s feelings about their proper place, ultimately supports the head of the home, and this is what we’re all about.”

Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light!

My Very Dear Friends,

This afternoon, it was 100' here, in Olathe, Kansas. I went outside, in my backyard with my children and sat in the pool with them. Our little yard has the greatest joy for a mother of five, a chain-link fence, so the little ones can run about all day, and yet see the pretty yards of the neighbors and the trees in the street by our house.

There was something about looking at the sky, today that made me think of the students of Teheran. I could not help but think that, were I living in Iran, instead of the United States, I could not sit in the pool with my little children.

If I lived in Iran, I would be sitting veiled on a chair next to the pool, in long pants and a shirt that covered my arms. Even in the garden, with the chain-link fence, I am still a danger. I am still able to be seen, able to corrupt, an alien presence in the world of men, the "outside" world that I have no place in.

So I would sit by the pool, and, perhaps my daughter would say to me, "Maman, why do we have to sit here, while the boys play in the pool? Why do we have a sheet on our heads, and are suffocating here, while the boys laugh and splash each other in the water? Why? What have we done?"And, I would have no answer.

I thought today, of how God is so good to me, that I can live in our country, in which a mother can play with her children in the pool, without being taken to the police station and beaten for wearing a bathing suit in her own garden.

Tonight, in Iran, many young men and women who marched in the demonstrations are not sitting in their gardens. I have an Iranian friend who, herself, fled her home country in 1991. Yesterday she said to me, "These students are not in the streets for either of the men who ran for president! They want the world to know that they do not wish to live anymore under the dictators of radical Islam."

These thousands and thousands of protesters marched because they knew the world was watching. They knew they had a window. Like the Freedom Fighters in Hungary in
1956, they knew that the eyes of the free world were fixed upon them, and they wanted to cry out that they, too, wish to live a life that is free from tyranny.

I thought of the stories I have read about women in Iran. I remember women who were stoned to death, or hung on crane hooks for the crime of being raped by gangs or family members.

Thousands of Iranians took to the streets to say, "We have had enough of the stoning, enough of the chadors, enough of the arrests, enough of the corrupt judges and police who rape those brought to them to be punished for the crime of showing their hair on the streets.

While I sat in my little pool, that same sky covered thousands of our fellow human beings, people just like us, but who will not sleep tonight because they are afraid. They know now that it is only a matter of time before the knocks on the doors at night will signal the start of reprisals. Many of the brave people we watched on youtube will not be alive next month. The cried out together in their brief day in the sunshine, while all the world watched. Now that the world sees the crowds beaten into submission, it will "move on," and they will go alone into the darkness.

I know they will never know it, those students living so far away, but what a sight they have been to the world! What a laughing stock they have made of all those who claimed that the wonderful technological advances would enable enslavement, when, instead, they allowed us to see the struggle of these incredible people and let them know that there are millions and millions of Americans who heard their voice, watched them, prayed for them, and were furious that nothing was done to help them.

I have this awful feeling that all the men and women who risked their lives in order to walk in the streets and cry out to the whole world are going into a veiled darkness where we cannot reach them. I am so grateful for the lesson they taught me, to wake up every day and say that it IS a great day to be alive in America! There has to be something real that we can do to help them, to keep them from paying with their blood for asking for the simple, yet wonderful freedoms we enjoy every day of our lives.

Here is a poem of D. Thomas in tribute and honor of them all. I send it to them, along with prayers that Our Lord will bring them close to Him, to the freedom He gives, even in those dark places in which we cannot see the sky.

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

"It's About the Women"

Dear Friends,

Here is a very interesting article from the Jerusalem Post concerning the demonstrations in Iran. I have a friend from Iran and, last night, she told me that she spoke with her dear Mother, now living in a hotel because the Iranian govt. dropped tear-gas on her home, which is near one center of the demonstrations. She told me that the force behind the demonstrations is the students, many of whom are women and girls. They are sick to death of the oppressive Islamic Republic run by Prime Ministers....I mean Mullahs.

My friend visited her home in Iran in 1991. She was walking on the street one day and was stopped by the "Virtue Police." Her bangs were showing and the "Lady" asked her to cover her hair. When my friend insisted that she was only visiting from America, she was taken to the local police station, reprimanded, and slashed 61 times. When she tried to leave the country, her Iranian husband would not let her take her 6 year-old son. She was finally able to come home after 6 years.

Please read the entire article here.

Sarkozy Wins the "Fight the Mental Burqa" Award!

Finally! A world leader with the courage to stand up to the "Burqa Lie." The French President, N. Sarkozy, stated, according to the article liked to below, that, "the full-body religious gown is a sign of the "debasement" of women and that it won't be welcome in France." He also insisted that, "In our country, we cannot accept that women be prisoners behind a screen, cut off from all social life, deprived of all identity."

This is a very brave and so necessary defense of the women against the tyranny of politico-religious radicalism. Hopefully, this strong stance will give other leaders the courage to fight the Burqa, both physical and mental!

Here is the Breitbart article:
Thank you Mr. President

Rise of "Catholic" Fascism?

Dear Friends,

For a long time, we have been watching the rise of fascist ideas in conservative Catholic circles. Of great concern is the teaching that women are not rational, but simply "emotive" beings. During a conference given in Sweden, in 2008, Bishop Willimason speaks, according to the article here, of several core concepts of Nazi fascism, including those that reduce women to the level of animals.

Click here to read the original story.

Clothing As a Political Tool

Dear Friends,

I found the following article about the use of the burqa in France to be fascinating. The question of clothing as a political tool is very important. A recent invitation to the Maple Hill, KS, "Traditional Catholic Family Weekend," posted the dress code of "No Pants, Manditory 1/4 Inch Sleeves" for the women.

In conservative Catholic circles, many believe that it is wrong for women to wear pants, not only because some feel it is not modest, but also because they claim it is a statement of solidarity with the "modern vision of women as being identical to men, without gender difference." One Bishop even stated that, "it is better for women to wear immodest mini-skirts than pants" because of this ideological statement.

The French Urban Affairs Minister made an excellent point in stating that, "the burqa is not a religious insignia but the insignia of a totalitarian political project that advocates inequality between the sexes."

In much the same way, one often hears conservative Catholic women, "dominion- oriented Evangelicals, and Fundamentalist Mormon, women exhorted to wear only dresses and skirts in the name of being "feminine, modest, and Biblical," It is clear that a precise, political agenda is bound up and advanced in this strict dress code.

For many Traditional and Conservative Catholic women, wearing only dresses and skirts is a condition and sign of being a good Christian. If you ask those who hold this idea, "So you believe that women who wear pants are somehow lacking in the integrity of the their womanhood or Christianity?" most would answer, "Yes." Perhaps actually stating this in words would sound too shocking, but the behavior is there.

It is very thought provoking that all the politically radicalized religious organizations share, not only a common world view and similar political tendencies, but also this fanatical obsession with imposing an alienating and suffocating dress code on the women involved in the group.

Burqa is like a prison: French-Muslim minister
Total submission to men

France's urban affairs minister Fadela Amar is herself a practicing Muslim (File)

PARIS (AFP)

Women who wear burqas live in a prison, a French minister said in an interview Wednesday, after a Moroccan woman who wears the head-to-toe Islamic veil was denied French citizenship.

"The burqa is a prison, it's a straightjacket," urban affairs minister Fadela Amara, herself a practicing Muslim who was born in France to Algerian parents, said in an interview to Le Parisien newspaper.

"It It is not a religious insignia but the insignia of a totalitarian political project that advocates inequality between the sexes


France's top administrative court, the state council, on June 27 rejected the citizenship request on the grounds that the woman's Muslim practices were incompatible with French laws on secularism and gender equality.

Amara said the ruling might "dissuade certain fanatics from imposing the burqa on their wives."

Amara, a prominent women's rights campaigner who joined President Nicolas Sarkozy's government last year, said she made no distinction between the veil and the burqa.

"It's just a question of centimeters of fabric," she said, describing both as symbols of oppression for women.


Total submission to men

The Moroccan woman, identified only as 32-year-old Faiza M., turned up for interviews with French authorities to discuss her application accompanied by her husband and wearing the long veil "with only her eyes visible through an opening", according to government officials quoted by the newspaper.

Faiza M., who has been living in France since 2000 and has three children, admitted to leading a reclusive life in a Paris suburb "living in a state of total submission to the men in her family," according to the newspaper.

The decision to deny citizenship to Faiza M. has been applauded by left- and right-wing politicians in France, which is home to Europe's largest Muslim community of five million.

A court in the northern city of Lille in April granted a Muslim man's request to annul his marriage to a woman because she had lied about being a virgin, sparking an uproar in France.

The state is appealing that decision.

In 2000, France passed a law forbidding girls from wearing veils and other religious symbols in state schools as part of the government's drive to defend secularism.

Roxana Saberi: The Price of Popularity

Dear Friends,

In between removing my one-year-old from his perch on my printer, for the 100th time this morning, and throwing another pile of books in the packing box on my bed, I pause and wonder what Roxana is doing right now.

I hope that she is "only" staring at the cell wall. I hope she is "only" praying that the steps down the hall are miraculously coming to tell her that she is going home. I hope that she is "only" pacing and waiting. I have read too many books on the treatment of women by the Islamic Republic of Iran, to find any comfort in my "hopes." At least, she did not overhear my conversation with the staff-member of the Department of State who, when I asked to speak to someone familiar with the "Roxana Saberi" case, asked me if Roxana works for the State Department and if I want to be put through to her email.

Thank God she doesn't know that the politics of the President and his court jesters, all eager to curry the favor of the Iranian regime, only so recently, dubbed part of the "Axis of Evil," will likely bury her in a cell of oblivion. Roxana Saberi, young American citizen, will find herself shrouded beneath the Burqa of Political Correctness, her freedom too expensive on the market of global public opinion.

How could we insist that Iran release one of our own, without implying that she was condemned, though innocent, thus impugning the Courts of Iran? After all, Obama has apologized for "our American arrogance." How can we, the "torturers of jihadists," demand that an American be set free? How dare we question the seventh-century justice of the government that routinely arrests women for showing their ankles, only to hang them from cranes once the "Vice Police" have been sufficiently satiated?

In spite of our approaching move date and the Mount Everest of Legos that have yet to climb into my boxes, I can't stop myself from making my frantic, inarticulate phone calls to potential champions on the Hill.

Will anyone introduce a Congressional Resolution calling for the immediate release of Roxana? Will anyone use up some of the stimulus money to charter a plane to go see her? My Lord, does anyone in the most powerful government in the world care about what may be happening to Roxana right now? Our whole country is embodied in that young women. Are our Representatives and Senators really going to go home tomorrow night and enjoy a weekend while an American women asks the walls of her cell why she has already been abandoned?

I find myself, as a woman and a mother with a daughter, pacing, like some Shakespearian ghost, with Roxana in her cell. I imagine her trying to stop the terror from climbing from her stomach and escaping, as a scream, down the deserted hallways of her prison.

If John McCain had won, would he have been able sleep one night in his bed while an American journalist languished, alone, in foreign captivity? Would a United States Serviceman have let a young women pay the price for his popularity with a group of misogynist Holocaust Deniers? Would he have sent his Secretary of State, or better yet, the Navy Seals, to pay a little visit to the neo-Hitler Rising in Teheran? Would our once- dear Friends in Israel have been consulted about potential extraction capabilities?

The freedom and safety of one American woman is too high a price to pay for one man's selfish desire to, as a new Chamberlin, declare "Peace in our time."

Please join me in a prayerful visit to Roxana's cell. Please call your Congressmen and Women to try to find the one who does think that one American is too high a price to pay to court favor with the Axis of Evil.