Expert warns that Dutch children may be pressured to die by euthanasia

July 6, 2015 (AlexSchadenberg) — The Dutch News reported today that Professor Theo Boer, a Dutch euthanasia expert, is concerned that the Netherlands Paediatric Association (NVK) is extending euthanasia to children under the age of 12. Boer is concerned that children will be pressured by family members. Boer stated:

Around one in five patients who choose euthanasia in the Netherlands acts under pressure from family members.

Boer based the estimate on his experience as a member of a euthanasia review committee for nine years where he reviewed 4000 euthanasia deaths.

‘Sometimes it’s the family who go to the doctor. Other times it’s the patient saying they don’t want their family to suffer. And you hear anecdotally of families saying: “Mum, there’s always euthanasia”.’

Since one in five patients who die by euthanasia are pressured by family members therefore children who die by euthanasia are also likely to be pressured by family members.

Boer is also concerned by the growth of euthanasia in the Netherlands.

euthanasia and assisted suicide… has trebled from around 1,800 in the early years to 4,829 in 2013.

Although the vast majority of requests still come from terminally ill cancer patients, the parameters have gradually widened to take in growing numbers of people with conditions such as Alzheimer’s disease and psychiatric illness.

Boer is further concerned that euthanasia, which was considered a ‘last resort’ is now  considered a right. The Dutch news reported

‘The debate has changed. Euthanasia is no longer a last resort. It was originally seen as a law that gave doctors rights rather than patients. But we very frequently hear it discussed in terms of a patient’s right to euthanasia.’

Boer also argues that the reasons for euthanasia have changed

He has been critical of phenomena such as ‘duo-euthanasia’, where the partner of a terminally ill patient asks to die with them because he or she cannot face life alone.

Doctors are also feeling pressured by euthanasia. According to a study that was published by the Dutch Medical Association (KNMG) last December

70% of doctors had experienced pressure, while 64% felt it had increased in recent years. The survey did not ask where the pressure came from.

Boer believes that the Dutch euthanasia law should be tightened.

‘We made a number of serious mistakes when we drew up the law,’ says Boer. ‘The problem with being the first country is that you have no precedent. It’s good on some points, such as transparency and evaluation, but in general it’s nothing for us to be proud of. I worry that if death is seen too quickly as the solution, the value of life is reduced.’

Last November, Boer urged the Dutch government to reform the euthanasia law. He said that people who had months, even years to live were dying by euthanasia.

Trans activists are effectively experimenting on children

8 April 2015 15:45
A boy who plays with dolls is not trans or dysphoric - he's just a boy who plays with dolls

A boy who plays with dolls is not trans or dysphoric – he’s just a boy who plays with dolls

Can you think of anything more cruel than telling a five-year-old boy who likes Lady Gaga that he might have gender dysphoria? Or telling a nine-year-old tomboy who hates Barbie and loves Beckham that she might really be male – in spirit – and therefore she should think about putting off puberty and possibly transitioning to her ‘correct gender’?

Saying such things to kids who are only doing what kids have done for generations – messing about, discovering their identity – turns playfulness into a pathology. It convinces boys who aren’t boyish and girls who aren’t girly that they must have some great gender problem, a profound inner turmoil that their tiny minds must address, when in truth they’re just having fun. What an awful trick to play on children.

It’s being played on them more and more. ‘Transgender kids’ – the quote marks are because I’m not convinced that toddlers are capable of thinking – are in the news. On Sunday, BBC 2 aired Louis Theroux’s documentary on trans kids in America. Like all of Theroux’s work, it was objective, observant and humane. It introduced us to Camille, a five-year-old, pink-loving, Gaga-admiring boy who daftly thinks he is a girl, and even more daftly is indulged by psychologists and his parents; Cole/Crystal, a boy who can’t decide whether he is male or female (Cole, buddy, you’re male) and whose confusion was heightened by the conflicting responses of the adults around him; and, saddest of all, Nikki, born Nick, a troubled 14-year-old boy who is taking drugs to put off puberty because, according to experts at least, he’s transgender.

The trend for diagnosing gender dysphoria or transgenderism in kids who a couple of decades ago would simply have been seen as camp (boys) or unladylike (girls) is spreading. This week the BBC reported that the number of British kids under the age of 10 who are being referred to the NHS because they have ‘transgender feelings’ has quadrupled in six years. Forty-seven of these kids were aged 5 or under. Your four-year-old boy loves dancing in leggings to old Madonna songs? Quick, get him to the doctor! It’s bizarre.

The NHS now prescribes puberty-blocking drugs to so-called trans kids when they turn 10 or 11. This seems especially cruel, to deny children that tough but essential transitionary period, that biological burst that turns girls into women and boys into gruff-voiced scallywags who might one day mature into men. We do not ask 10-year-olds to make major decisions in relation to their schooling, where they live, smoking or sex; and yet we now invite them to make the terrifying existential choice to offset adulthood itself, to keep their hormones locked in limbo, to determine what sex they are. What a terrible burden to put on a human being who probably isn’t allowed to walk to the shop on his own or to stay up past 9pm.

We all now recognise that it was wrong and wicked to have castrato singers, males who were castrated before puberty in order to preserve their pure and feminine dulcet tones. The last-ever castrato died in 1922. Yet are we not doing something similar today, using drugs to keep boys (and girls) in a puberty-avoiding state, a childish limbo, having convinced them with psychobabble that they are dysphoric?

The treatment of non-conforming or plain funny kids as ‘transgender’ strikes me as a stunning abdication of adult responsibility. It is the job of adults to correct childish confusions, to guide kids through weird or rough patches, and ensure, to the best of our abilities, that they come out the other end as rounded, hopefully happy adults. But now, the cult of relativism runs so deep that adults even balk from making that most basic of all judgements – that a child with a penis is a boy and a child with a vagina is a girl – and instead we accommodate to the child’s own fads and silliness.

What about children who want to be dogs, or dinosaurs, or racing car drivers? Should we indulge them? ‘Transgender kids’ aren’t at fault at all here – the problem is an adult society that has so profoundly lost the plot that it can no longer steer and socialise the next generation, and can’t even bring itself to say ‘boys will be boys and girls will be girls’ because to do so in our Queer Studies-saturated era is apparently to be discriminatory, judgemental, oppressive.

There’s one more, seriously dark element to the promotion of the ‘trans kids’ phenomenon: it’s being pushed by adult trans activists as a way of pursuing their own interests and agenda. More and more trans campaigners are using ‘trans kids’ effectively as a moral shield, hoping that if they can convince the world that transgenderism is something that emerges as early as three or four then it must be natural, good, healthy, and thus should be insulated from criticism.

That is, they’re effectively experimenting on children, both socially and medically, both through filling kids’ heads with nonsense about dysphoria and offering them drugs, in order to advance their own adult demands for greater recognition. This is repulsive, the creation of a new generation of castratos who are paraded and praised in public by self-serving trans activists who only want more political clout and respect. Stop it. Let kids be kids. A boy who plays with dolls is not trans or dysphoric – he’s just a boy who plays with dolls.

Comment: They took away my comments at the site. Talking about age of consent and FGM gets you into trouble…

How a Woman Can “Have It All”

In an earlier post10, I noted the modern feminist meme of women having it all. Unfortunately, not only does the feminist plan ensure women don’t “have it all,” it ensures what they do have will be royally screwed up. From a man’s perspective, this means they are awful (inferior, substandard, flawed) wife material.

Here is a different plan. One that allows women to achieve life’s major goals and still be good choices as wives.

18-22 Marriage

Women need to marry young if they want to “have it all” in life. Through most of history, women have married in this age range.1 It has only been since 1990 (and the rise of the feminist meme) that women have started to delay marriage past this point).

And there was a good reason for this. This is the age range when women are at the peak of both their sexual and marriage value. It is when they have the most to offer a potential husband, and thus had the best chance of “marrying up” and landing the best quality husband possible.

Do women lose out on something by marrying young? They lose out on the chance to “explore their sexuality” by having sex with lots of different men. Women who go down that road end up as poor wife material. The odds they end up as an alpha widow2 are high. If a woman wants to go down that road and damage herself, she has every right to do so, but that doesn’t mean you have to marry her—so don’t.

22-30 Motherhood

The best time for a woman to have children is in their 20’s. Their fertility rate is high, their miscarriage rate is low, and it is the age they are the most likely to give birth to a healthy child. Plus, having children is relatively uncomplicated at this age. A woman who starts having children in her early twenties could easily have 5 or 6, if that was her desire. But, there is one reason for having children in her twenties that overrides all others:

Having children after 30 is hard—sometimes impossible—for a woman.

Human women simply weren’t designed to have babies after they are 30. Their baby making capability starts to go downhill after they hit 30—fast. Biology is what it is. If a woman wants to have children, then she needs to focus on having them in her twenties. If there’s one hard lesson that has been learned by women over the last few decades, it is this:

Women who delay attempting to have children until after they are 30 often miss out on their opportunity to become mothers.

According to a 2010 study,3 20% of women over 40 are childless (compared to only 10% in 1970). Almost all of that increase can be attributed to woman waiting till their 30’s to start having children, only to find they had become barren.

31-40 Parenting and Education

Studies demonstrating the benefits to children of having a stay at home mom are few, because the idea is politically incorrect. However, studies showing that (1) high levels of group care at a young age is associated with anti-social behavior and (2) children cared for by their mothers did significantly better in developmental tests are confirming what we know at a gut level: a child benefits from having a stay at home mom.6

This explains why, despite society drum-beating the “benefits” of being a working mother, 43% of women leave their jobs when they have children.7 Of those that remain in the workforce, 37% said they would prefer to be stay at home moms and 57% wanted to cut back on their work hours to spend more time with their children.5 They don’t, because they can’t afford it financially.

The vast majority of women want to parent their children. Under the scenario I’m laying out, they get to do that.

By 31, under this scenario, most women will be done having children. They’ll be in the stage where they are stay at home moms. Getting their kids from diapers to adulthood.

Of course, most of these years the children will be in school (elementary, middle, or high) for much of the day, leaving the mother with little to do. Betty Friedan’s “problem that has no name” amounted to nothing more than boredom. Modern appliances (from the washing machine to vacuums that run themselves) have reduced homemaking from drudgery to a nominal chore. I propose to fill that gap with education.

This is the time I suggest women go to school and get their college degree and prepare for a career. The time the kids are in school will give her plenty of time to study and attend classes. It might take her a little longer (maybe 6 years instead of 4, because she’ll probably have to go part time), but so what? She’s not a hurry under this scenario; she can afford to take her time.

There are plenty of non-traditional ways to get a degree at this point in life. From local colleges that offer programs for adults to online/distance degree programs like the one at the University of Florida8. The days when the only way to get a college degree was by living on campus for years is long gone.

40-65 Career

The kids are older—either in high school or beyond. If she wisely took advantage of her time in her 30’s she has a college degree. It’s time to “get to work” and start a career. Forty may seem late to start a career, but look at it this way: she still has 25 years—a quarter of a century—of working life left.

Changing not just jobs, but career fields multiple times in a lifetime is now the norm. I’ve had three separate careers (retail store manager, owner of a business services company, and computer programmer) not to mention several “mini careers” (musician, fork lift operator) along the way. My experience is now common. According to the Department of Labor, the average worker changes careers (not jobs, but career fields) 3 to 5 times in their life. Establishing your career field out of high school/college and staying with it the rest of your life is now the exception, not the rule.9

A quarter of a century is plenty of time for a working career and move up the ladder—especially considering we’re talking about a solid block of 25 years. In fact, it’s the feminist work time-line—which bifurcates a woman’s career years—that makes it impossible for women to move up the business ladder.10


Women can “have it all” (marriage, motherhood, parenting their children, education and career) if they follow this time-line, but it requires her to make wise choices and live life with some level of discipline.

But what if she doesn’t want to follow this time-line? What if she insists on living life according the the feminist10 (or some other) time-line?

Don’t marry her.

That’s right, don’t marry her. Let her go her own way. Marriage is a partnership; it’s about two people that agree on life’s path, join themselves together, and then head down that path together. There’s one thing worse than not being married: making a bad marriage.

A prudent man sees danger and takes refuge; but the simple pass on, and suffer for it. …A continual dropping on a rainy day and a contentious wife are alike: restraining her is like restraining the wind, or like grasping oil in his right hand. (Pr 27:12, 16 WEB)

The north wind brings forth rain: so a backbiting tongue brings an angry face. It is better to dwell in the corner of the housetop, than to share a house with a contentious woman. (Pr 25:23-24 WEB)

A woman that wants to live life in reverse10 is dangerous; she will ruin your life. Open your eyes; see her for what she is: a danger to your life; and take refuge. Don’t attempt to change her mind or show her the errors of her ways. Why waste your time trying to restrain the wind? Simply walk away; don’t get involved with her; and whatever you do, do not marry her.



Alpha fux, Beta bux!!!

From sex, drugs, abuse, and suicide to pro-life activist: how God rescued me from darkness


  • Mon Jan 27, 2014 10:38 EST
  • Tags: Abortion

Despite my troubled background, my husband has treated me like untarnished gold and we have been happily married since November of 2006. We have four children.

Jan. 27, 2014 ( – Somewhere between my first and second unplanned pregnancy, I became pro-life. I used to believe the mantra of “my body, my choice,” but something changed in my heart.

Coming from a broken home, as a teenager I was semi-homeless and living house-to-house. Wrapped up in a life of drugs and promiscuity, I had very little adult supervision and no one keeping track of my care and well-being. After taking the road of methanphetmine abuse, I dropped out of school and did not graduate. My mother invited me to move to the state she lived in, finish school and not have to work or worry about where I would live. I did graduate a year late and managed to stop using meth, although I continued to use other substances and continued in my promiscuous ways.

It was the day after September 11th, 2001 when I discovered that I was pregnant. I was on the verge of ending my unhealthy relationship with the father, so I felt trapped. It seemed that abortion was the only way to prevent me from being permanently stuck with him in my life. He also told me that I had no choice but to abort our child because it was unafair to “stick him with child support”. I went home and told my mom that I was pregnant, but not to worry, I was having an abortion and it would be like it never happened, so I didn’t want to talk about it.

After choosing abstinence, myself as a single mom of two.

To my surprise my mom was completely against the idea of my having an abortion, even through she was not pro-life, and she told me that I was not going to go through with it, that she would be there for me and help me raise my baby. Honestly, I was more afraid of not listening to my mom than I was about making my boyfriend angry, so I reluctantly chose life for my child.

As soon as I informed him that I was keeping the baby, he ended the relationship. I felt lost and broken and often wondered if I had made the right choice. Over the next two months we got back together for a short time and once again broke up, but this time the breakup came with a raging argument resulting in him shoving me backward onto my bed and telling me, “the baby is not mine and I hope you both die”. His actions resulted in my obtaining a restraining order against him.

This incident was the first of many traumatic events to follow. Within a short timeframe my mom’s fiancé was killed in a car accident, someone very close to me had an abortion after promising to make it through our pregnancies together and to support one another. The grand finale was when my mother ended her own life by means of suicide. I was three and a half months along, the last to see her alive as well as the one who found her.

My life was shattered and upside down and I felt like all hope was lost. While attempting suicide myself just a few days later, I cried out in my heart saying, “if there really is a God out there, then take me to be with my mom or get me out of this house and change my life”. Within a moment a friend showed up and discovered me in my mom’s closet, picked me up and removed me from the home, saving mine as well as my child’s life. The trauma that I had endured through all of these tragic events had broken my pride and brought me to a place where I was looking for solutions for why my life was falling apart. I came to know The Lord after being invited to church for both Christmas and Easter services and some wonderful women in the church gave me a generously humbling baby shower.

Things were rough after I tried to change my life around, but God used that season to mold me and shape me into the kind of woman who eventually attracted an incredible and godly man into my life. Here we are on our wedding day.

As my delivery date drew near, I reached out to the father with a forgiving heart and offered him the option to be in attendance for her birth. He accepted, as I had promised not to report him for violating the protective order. After holding my hand through childbirth and coming to see her multiple times at my house, he and I ended up “falling in love” again and we got back together. The abuse started up again fairly quickly, and I was trapped once again, this time without the support of my mom, so I stayed. With the sale of my mom’s house I was able to purchase a home of my own, although very run down and barely standing. I remained in the verbal, emotional and sexually abusive relationship with my daughter’s father for over a year, before I cried out to God for help again and found the courage to leave.

At first I did well but quickly fell back into the lifestyle of parties and promiscuity, often leaving my daughter with a babysitter. This lasted several months until I ended up pregnant again, by the friend who had rescued me out of my mom’s closet the night I attempted to end my life. This time around I did not consider abortion. After being pregnant, giving birth and even having my daughter’s father tell me while she sat in the backseat that he wished I had had an abortion, I fully understood how precious and valuable life is and how important it is to protect the unborn. Although I was completely ashamed, I confided in the ladies at church and they surrounded me with support.

Not long into my pregnancy I was once again abandoned. I was going to be raising two kids from two dads on my own.

My pastor and his wife had me over to encourage me to guard my heart from those who may judge me at church and offered me their full support. During that visit I was asked a question that would forever change me, “If you lost a body part for each sexual partner you have had, how much of you would be sitting in that chair?” “Ouch,” I thought. “Maybe some veins and cartilage,” I responded in my mind. I made the decision that night to choose abstinence until my wedding night. I truly felt ruined and hopeless. I made major lifestyle changes during my pregnancy, I lost my job and my car and yet I had every need provided by the hand of God and through His caring people in the church.

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It was a rough season, but God used it to mold me and shape me into the kind of woman who eventually attracted an incredible and godly man into my life. He fell in love with me as well as my children and asked me to marry him. I chose abstinence successfully for two and a half years until my wedding night. My husband has treated me like untarnished gold and we have been happily married since November of 2006. We have four children. My husband is the children’s pastor in our local church and I have been actively pro-life and involved in reaching out to abortion-minded women for the last seven years. My life is an open book and I hope and pray for more opportunities to share the victory that The Lord has given me, for many lives to be saved both physically and spiritually through my story and I dream of the day when abortion will no longer be a legally available option.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story, please feel free to read more of my story on my blog, and follow my Facebook page. If you are interested in having me share my testimony or my speech on “The Abortion Minded Woman” feel free to contact me at .

Why children should have the right to kill their parents

youth camps


As long as Atheist parents have the right to abort their children, as long as Christian parents have the right to deny their children medical care and put them in boot camps, as long as Jewish parents have the right to circumcise their children, as long as Muslim parents have the right to clitoridectomize their children and honor kill them, I think children should have the right to kill their parents.

Banning abortion while allowing euthanasia is acceptable, allowing abortion while banning euthanasia is unacceptable. A mutual right of children and parents to killing each other is not a logical impossibility. In a free market, Burger King is allowed to destroy McDonalds, and McDonalds is allowed to destroy Burger King. This is reciprocity.

Note: The heavy use I make of pictures of aborted fetuses doesn’t prove that I am Anti-Choice, just like my use of pictures of killed Jewish people doesn’t prove that I am not an Anti-Semite.