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April 3, 2006
America,
how’s it working for you?
Who wants to
know? Dr. Phil. That’s who.
Over twenty
shows a month, twelve months a year, three and a half years…you can
purchase transcripts of over 840 Dr. Phil shows where America gets
psychoanalyzed, diagnosed, challenged, prodded, pushed, and changed.
Nasty Custody
Battles
“I’m a Slave to
My Spouse”
Infidelity
Aftermath
Family Chaos
Love, Lies and
the Law
Cheaters…and
more…
MUCH more! Each
night on public television Americans reveal troubled relationships,
enduring exposure of laundry lists of personal secrets, faults, and
blemishes. Why?
Because, after
the show wraps up, and everyone goes home, we all cherish the hope
that we will find what the human heart hungers for. Enduring,
honoring, forgiving love.
There is a
tragic irony in all of this. We have just traveled through a
forty-year time warp of promises sold to us by feminists, humanists,
psychologists, sociologists, lawyers, and sexologists…all of these
“professionals” cultivated and nurtured by the “higher learning”
institutions of our country. If we just listen to them, liberate
ourselves from the bondage of biological and cultural traps, and enter
into a new age of self-fulfillment…we will be…well…fulfilled.
Then why are so
many of us showing up on Dr. Phil?
America,
how’s it working for you?
All this social
re-engineering? Replacing husbands and wives, fathers married to
mothers, replacing all of these with cohabitors? Sexualizing every
human transaction? Fulfilling every fantasy, dragging each bizarre
behavior onto a new “reality show”? Are we having fun yet?
Watching Dr.
Phil for even one week, it is clear that the cultural
reconstructionists of the past four decades have more work ahead of
them. Because in spite of their best efforts to convince us that we
can restructure life to exclude marriage and embrace diversity of
every imaginable…and unimaginable…combination…Americans are having a
hard time of it. How’s it working for us?
Single parent
homes are on the financial edge. Children go to bed at night without
a hug from their father. And sex offered to the latest “object of my
affection” results in babies, abortions, and STDs that cause Mr. Right
to vanish in a puff of smoke faster than magician Lance Burton can
snap his fingers.
We don’t need to
have “higher education” gurus to research us. We don’t need
reassurances that re-engineering the culture will work if we just give
it more time. We don’t need feminists to fix men, sociologists to fix
families, or humanists to convince us we are happy in spite of what
ails us.
How’s it working
for us,
America?
We are searching for love. And we are ending up on Dr. Phil’s
psycho-drama.
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November 7, 2005
Public Policy Never Mended a Broken Heart
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