CHAPTER XXVII

10:20

Desiree Chulita Rodriguez.

Born Nov. 5, 2013, weighing seven and a half pounds at nineteen centimeters.

Gary watched as the head of his daughter came out of his wife's vagina. That was the precise moment he knew there was something Greater in this universe, possibly Greater than the universe. How could one watch the absolute miracle of a positive pregnancy test after earlier removal of ovarian fibroids (caught early, gracias à Dios) and part of her uterus and not believe in a Higher Power? Likely, the Highest Power!

How could one watch a flat and well toned tummy distend into a semi-globular shape carrying another entire human being inside and not believe in Intelligent Design! Even the not so ostensible ability to adapt to certain climes bespoke of intelligence!

An intelligence geared towards survival because, after all, there are many types of "intelligence": street smarts (which can be dissected into many subcategories as well), book smarts (various subcategories there too), social interactions, social media interactions, cultural assimilations, and so on and so forth.

It is said that necessity is the mother of innovation. Thus, necessity, compared to a mother, gives birth to innovation, which, in turn, gives birth to invention. The human body, absent of conscious, active intelligence, is intelligent by itself in so many ways; just the ability to keep the functions of such a biological marvel going is, itself, huge intelligence. If, then, a human body can subconsciously, in an intelligent fashion, function independently of our conscious applications, a Higher Power, of Greater intelligence, is responsible for building such wonderful machines as the human body is capable of being, as the human body is.

You don't need to do anything conscious to keep your heart beating, or maintain the blood pumping through your veins, or keep your eyes working just fine most of your life. All you have to do... is live. By living, it is meant eating, drinking, sleeping and shitting. You don't even need to do any one or all of the aforementioned well, just so long as you do them.

And, whether you like it or not, you *must* do them.

Do the day to day operations of your body not reflect an Intelligent Designer? Instinct is a type of intelligence as well. An intelligence of intuition as to whether or not given or implied factors or stimuli should cause us to go a way we believe to be safer, more prosperous, or simply less dangerous or less stressful. Instinct is a conscious and subconscious intelligence, certainly situated more in the subconscious which, given the derision of science towards subconsciously situated abilities, especially those seemingly metaphysical, is passing strange. Science will not explain everything - there are things science cannot and will never be able to explain. But to throw most of these things into the realm of the mythical "evolution" as some kind of panacea of ratiocination, was absurd, just as to say "everything that happens is the will of God" is also absurd.

For if that be the case, what of our free will? It's better for religious fundamentalists to proclaim everything happening as the permissive will of God and He, outside of time and space and dimensional constraints, still being able permeate and actively move in our perceived time and space and dimensional constraints.

Evolution was cute, but ten thousand monkeys tapping away at ten thousand typewriters for ten thousand years would never be able to randomly produce even one paragraph of Shakespeare's works, talk less of his entire library. That was just pure madness.The conception of beings that needed to come together in order to procreate by means of a most pleasurable act - there was Intelligence behind that; make the initial act of procreation pleasurable so that, if procreation was consciously chosen beforehand as the reason for such coming together, there would be greater joy in the subsequent action. Imagine if, in order to procreate, human beings had to crawl over shards of glass, on their knees, in -5 degree weather, or have to eat their partner afterwards, or sacrifice a limb - the human race would have long ago gone extinct.

But the Intelligent Designer made it so that copulation, unlike with lower order animals, would be extremely pleasant to us and that we would enjoy it and appreciate such enjoyment. After which, some months of joy, a comparative moment of pain and the baby oozed out of an intensely relieved Ygritte. Gary was the one to slap the baby's butt so that the room and the world -he was filming; apparently, he was a fledgling filmographer- could know he had birthed a healthy infant. Never in Gary's life had he been so gentle; never had he been so conscious of having to be gentle, of how fragile anyone or anything could be.

For weeks he had slept with the baby near him, never fully asleep and sensitized to every movement she made, utterly mesmerized by whom he had had a hand in creating. No matter how much money he had, how many houses or cars he could buy or how many businesses he would own, his crowning achievement in life would be Desiree.

And then, two years later, along came Yvie-Marie and the feeling of being entirely overwhelmed descended upon his shoulders again. It was because of Desiree and Yvie-Marie that several outstanding debts were forgiven of people he would have since laid down without an ounce of remorse years back. Debts were forgiven particularly of people with children, and he never did business with them again. He had become merciful but he wasn't no sucka, either.

When men, especially hardened men, had children, especially girl children, they began having true compassion. If they didn't, then they were horrible fathers. A man had to when have compassion, a soft heart, in order to raise a girl child. There were nights one or both of the girls would fall sick and, hearing about it, Gary would speed home and do everything for them, even yelling at her -her, who had carried each of them to a full nine month term!- that she hadn't done enough to take care of them.

After nursing them to health, inevitably, Gary himself would fall sick and quarantine himself in a part of the house, strictly forbidding her and the girls to come into the room until he called for any of them, which was rare, unless he had a particular craving for some food or book or video game. He forbade anyone to touch him so that the sickness, as he saw it (and veritably, as it was), could run its course. Yvie-Marie was at 08:40 on September 11, 2015 and Gary had never missed any of their birthdays.

Ygritte was at a complete loss. Apparently, she would be allowed to live, but now questions like, "And then what?" came to mind. Where could a perceived adulteress go, and how would she live? In today's pansy world, some women, even many, would call what she did "liberating." Those "some," however, were sure to be feminists, or lesbians. Or transsexual men.

Feminists had hijacked the suffragette movement and, for the most part, had done great harm to the nuclear family. Before, men took care of their families, but with the mutation of women's lib into toxic feminism, some men began seeing themselves as nugatory and would keep it moving anytime a woman started talking that independent woman claptrap, or, many women (usually the ugly ones, or the ugly and fat ones) began to see men and marriage as simply unnecessary. Even suffragettes had supported marriage... initially, but then some unsavory types misinformed and warped the women's rights movement, touting such banal and ridiculously stupid statements as, "I don't need no man" when the statement itself couldn't be further from the truth.

Women needed men and men needed women - simple as pie. When was the last time a woman climbed to work on high tension wires? How often had women laid down railroad tracks? Did women really want to change tires? How many female plumbers, electricians, carpenters or sanitation workers were there, comparatively speaking? Yes, those fields should definitely be open for the rare female who wanted to involve herself in such careers but the overwhelming majority of people in the career fields were men.

Why?

Because, generally, women didn't want to crack, bruise, cut, bend, dirty or tear their nails, hair or bones; very few women, comparatively, would like (or wouldn't mind) doing those dirty jobs. There was no heavy lifting required in being a lawyer, congressperson, senator, vice president, governor or what have you, and so women, long denied representation in those fields as well, could now be active voices therein. But take Kamala Harris and put her in a uniform of New York's Strongest (the nickname for the New York City Department of Sanitation [NYCDOS]) and see if she would not quit by the end of the day.

There were jobs that women could not do, which was fine. Woman wasn't created to do what man could. She was created to do what man cannot, including walking in heels. Those transexual men had no idea how ridiculous they looked trying to be what, by nature, they never could be. And no man, in history, would ever be able to give birth to a child - that was strictly the domain of woman. Now here came the suffragettes, saying that men had no right to make a law about a woman's body. It wasn't that they were just men, for the ugly, fat women in the back. Those men making decisions about the bodies of women were lawmakers, some of whom were medical doctors, all related to women in some wise and all were sons. If a woman could do whatever she wanted to do with her body and the child a man verbally expressed his right to not want to keep, then a man could also choose to never be part of that child's life. Life was never fair - you couldn't have your cake and eat it too. Just like you couldn't get just one COVID shot - you would keep getting booster shots the rest of your life until your DNA was no longer recognizably human... or you died... or both.

There was nothing wrong with a woman wanting to work, or studying to become a neurosurgeon or some such vocation, if she wanted to work, but not because the man couldn't provide for the family, or, even if in such a case, not as a subversive means of psychologically dominating the man or trying to replace a man. It was these same feminists that, every Friday, would call one of their simp male friends and get their weekly dosage of dicking down, but be right back to bashing men on Monday.

The absurdity.

The hypocrisy.

If only for reasons of security and safety, women needed men. If a woman was in the middle of nowhere with a flat tire, she would be numerous times more likely to be taken advantage of or attacked than if there was a male presence with her, even if he were a teenager.

Feminism had ruined so many women and had caused them to lose decent and hardworking, family oriented men, perhaps because she had all the financial means to provide for herself and mistakenly equated that, to her detriment, with non-dependence on men.

Ygritte had nowhere to go and no one to go to, except family. But, at least, which was the greatest gift The Intelligent Designer could provide in her despond, she had her children. Gary would never allow her to work in order to take care of the children, but that didn't mean she could ever attain to her previous lifestyle. If she wanted, she could always find another man and, at some point, it was only natural that she would, if only for the intimacy social beings craved with one another.

If the man could accept Desiree and Yvie-Marie and if he didn't mind her working but was a man who took care of business and wasn't insecure about having a housewife, or afraid of supporting his woman in some financial business venture (and, to be fair and honest, Gary was both), they would get along just fine.

The woman dieing her hair black was done and was drying it with a portable drier. She also had a hot comb with which she straightened Ygritte's hair. She had been told by Uncle Victor half an hour ago to prepare for some guests and a few personal changes. She was going to meet Chulo but her visage had to be changed - cops all over the City were looking for her. Ygritte thought of how ironic that was: the world was looking for her but she had changed her appearance to elude the world. Her husband, however, the closest person to her (until recently) would, unlike the world, appreciate her physical changes, as the wife whose face he knew and had once kissed so fervently with love, was now despised because it had caused him so much shame and trauma.