From A Voice for Men (by Keyster):
Who’s my daddy?
Thousands of children a year are conceived through sperm donation banks to single lesbian or heterosexual mothers and this is the question these children will inevitably ask. They always felt “outside” and as they become young adults they’re certain something’s wrong. As hard as the gears of the feminist propaganda machine may turn to try and convince society that fathers really don’t matter, it seems that they do in a most profound way to the children of the paper cup. (…)
Yes, good. See on this blog here if you speak German: Theo hat einen Papa und eine Mama.
The author elaborates on the well known phenomenon that children will go search for their missing fathers. But check out the endnote:
Footnote: I realize there are heterosexual couples with infertile males that may make use of sperm banks as well as egg banks for infertile females. This is not about them as they’re in the minority of donor parents.
Oops, what? He realizes? Wow, considerate, isn’t he! And he turns even more considerate by the inch of the lines of this jerky little paragraph. Take note how polite he can be: “that may make use of …”! And the message is?
Who is my daddy should not be a question of yours, brat, ungrateful! Take my fucker as your daddy and shut up! It’s only for lesbians to be blamed, and for women without fuckers, or without husbands, anyway, for women without men! I got a man, I’m not like that, I’m a good and decent woman. What can I do if my husband got useless sperm? Should I refrain from having children just because he can’t make any? Every woman has the right to children. It’s part of women’s reproductive rights. And women’s rights are human rights! Ask the people from the UN!
Should I get another husband for nothing but a load of fertile sperm? Are you serious? I was lucky to find this one. Who wants to commit these days anyway, huh? Even the Men’s Rights Activists, jerks as they are, but this they do understand. It’s totally two different cases, you can’t just come on and compare apples with oranges.
Who gives a shit for bio-dads anyway? What really counts is a good hardworking lad who isn’t shy in changing diapers. What else do you want?
I want to know who my daddy is!
You can make up the dialogue for egg-donation according to your own taste, it’s the same child-abuse committed if the question is: Who is my mommy?
The hypocrisy and the double standards of the article referenced are not to be excused whatsoever.
This is not a voice for men but a voice for hypocrites. A voice for the blind and one-eyed. A voice for egoists and narcissists, for deniers of reality according to their wanton comfort. Obviously the author does not dare to call shame on the infertile couples despite their inflicting the same intolerable existential betrayal on their “designer” child as the sexually disoriented and the ruthless single baby shoppers.
He ought to shut up and grow up instead of proposing selective compassion with betrayed children.