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“Open borders” advocate Nicholas Decker shares his thoughts on totally progressive fatherhood:
So far, so good. If not exactly newsworthy. Perhaps a twist is coming, some needless contrivance.
Ah.
There we go. Not sure if watching is involved.
It seems we’re expected to follow Mr Decker’s lead, into that glorious tomorrow, where cuckoldry is ascendant, an ideal, and where fathers and their children are biologically disconnected and physically estranged. Because that always goes smoothly. No issues there. There follows a rather flattened understanding of genetics, and much convoluted fretting, but the gist is,
At which point, readers may be wondering if there’s something wrong with Mr Decker. I mean, some debilitating condition that he would rather not pass on.
I sense a looming but.
It strikes me as a little odd, in terms of hypothetical fatherhood, comparing one’s own as-yet-unknown potential in that regard against some entirely abstract ideal, the particulars of which remain unclear. Fatherhood, I’ve been told, more than once, is very much a process of discovery, and indeed self-discovery.
I’m reminded of the boastfully oblivious noises poked at here. From childless progressives who claimed to view any hypothetical parenting on their part, the birth of a child, as some arbitrary occurrence, unmoored from any biological inheritance or preceding events. Childless progressives who were seemingly unfamiliar with the strange pleasure of seeing one’s children develop the features and attributes of oneself, one’s partner, and various relatives.
However,
Bodes well.
He cares quite a lot about other people, you see. Just not his own family. Hence pursuing biological disconnection, the breaking of lineage and ancestry. At which point, any passing psychiatrists are welcome to chip in.
And then, of course, there’s the issue of whether biological connectedness might be statistically optimal in terms of parenting, engagement, avoiding neglect, and so forth. As available data would suggest. And which would seem to have bearing on any child’s odds of flourishing and happiness.
Needless to say, replies to Mr Decker on X have been lively:
And,
Mr Decker tells us he is “presently pursuing a PhD in Economics at George Mason University.” His interests include “reducing poverty… particularly in Sub-Saharan Africa.”
Update, via the comments:
Pst314 points out that Mr Decker has, not too long ago, been in the news.
Update 2:
From Mr Decker’s Substack, a reader’s comment:
So it makes me very happy to see you making this argument and owning it. But I’m also saddened to see so many people caring so much about their genetics being passed on – it feels selfish and it makes me feel like people don’t really care about the wellbeing of their offspring, despite claiming that they do.
With such levels of unrealism and contrivance, such practised not-noticing, it’s not altogether clear where one might begin.
We have arrived at the assumption that a primal, root-level motivation found across species is somehow absent in human beings – for no clearly stated reason – despite all appearance to the contrary, across continents and centuries, and despite the fact that human offspring are unusually dependent and require an uncommonly prolonged and costly investment by the parents.
Presumably, we should ignore studies confirming the correlation of parental investment and physical resemblance, i.e., relatedness, and the statistical preference among adoptive parents for children who could pass for their own biological offspring. Likewise, the lower aggregate levels of investment by stepfathers, noted many times.
And I’m guessing we’ll have to ignore the entire history of human courtship, a great deal of which has been geared towards ensuring genetic relatedness – and to avoiding cuckoldry. The cuckoldry that Mr Decker claims will somehow improve the world.
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This goes far beyond wanting to sound important. This is malice.
That is restricted technology, sir.
[ Squeezes in last-minute additions to tomorrow’s Ephemera. ]
[ Muffled laughter of an unsympathetic kind. ]
You can’t even check for the presence of sinister goatees. It’s like that situation where one of the guards always lies and one always tells the truth.
[ Attempts to build Mirror-Universe Detector using various blender attachments and those plastic clips for fastening bread bags and such. ]
re goatees….When I was a child of 8 or 9 I sang in the church’s children’s choir. Initially we had a nice lady who was the music director. All of us liked her. Then there was some adult kerfuffle, something I only learned about even slightly because my mother and I ran into her in K-Mart and I heard the general scoop. Though I still didn’t understand it and from the sound of it, neither did they. The church replaced her with a guy in his 40’s or so with a goatee. That goatee creeped me out. I didn’t like the guy and I begged to drop out of the choir because I was loathing going. Just a couple years later it came out he was gay. NTTIAWWT…per se. But this was the early 70’s. Which itself wasn’t quite the thing. Whenever I would see him around the church, especially as I got older, I puzzled over why someone new to a church would choose the facial appearance that at that time you generally only saw on Satan or on bad guys driving Ford LTD’s on The Rockford Files. I mean…being new to a church…and gay….a goatee…?