Written by my father, on Sept 12th 2001.
“There could be a ship 'manned' by the liberal hearted on a sunny day and calm waters, but if the storm breaks and heavy swells rock the vessel, they have to give the rudder helm over to the males that may be despised now but will be sorely needed without interference when the waves break over bow. The proponents of that society do not now know, nor will they understand that the time will come when, in the interest of survival, brute male force will shunt them from the controls. If that does not happen, the alien groups will annihilate and the unit for nature surely does not favour the weak and fearful. So reads the sermon from the mount today.”
