Don’t Step on Her Freedoms, and Mother Hen Won’t Step on Yours

All the people with their tail-feathers in a twist over the Muslim building in NYC are missing something that’s as clear as the beak on Mother Hen’s head.

When you limit someone else’s freedom, you automatically limit your own.

If Muslims are not allowed to place a building anywhere in the vicinity of 9/11’s Ground Zero, then logically no Christian structures should exist in Hiroshima or Nagasaki. (Mother has it on good authority [those house cats again] that the US made some very big ka-booms happen in those places.)

If Muslim girls are forbidden to wear headscarves in schools, as Mother H has heard is happening somewhere over the big pond in a place called Your Rope, then you can bet your nest eggs that soon no students there will be allowed to wear crosses or Stars of David around their necks.

Conversely, when you insist on freedom for yourself, you extend that same freedom to everyone else.

If the Ten Commandments were in public buildings, then verses from the Koran should be displayed as well.

If the Lord’s Prayer were to be reinstated in public schools, then Buddhist chants would be acceptable too.

Mother Hen holds these truths to be self-evident.

Don’t give her any nonsense about the nation’s traditions and culture being exclusively Christian either, because that is a pile of cow droppings.  The first freedom established in the USA was the freedom of religion, and that is the nation’s heritage.

You can’t have it both ways, people. Either everyone is free to practice their religion anywhere in the country, or everyone is going to have to accept the same limitations. Yes, that means you too.

That would mean that if Mother Hen thinks your church is too close to her sacred cows, you might have to move your church. Now wouldn’t that cause a squawk! Of course it would, because it just plain wouldn’t be fair!

Limiting people’s actions because of their religious beliefs is a practice that reeks of bigotry and prejudice in the same way Farmer Brown’s pig farm reeks of sweet country air.

Blessed are the peacemakers.

Mother Hen has spoken.

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6 responses to this post.

  1. Fantastic post, Mother Hen.
    Your Rope – hilarious!

    Reply

    • Dear Mr/Ms K,
      Mother Hen would like to thank you for your most generous (though undoubtably deserved) praise.
      She would like to, but unfortunately she is busy advising the UN on how to solve all the world’s major problems today. A raincheck on that, perhaps?
      Mother H would also like to remind K that the sincerest form of flattery is not imitation, but recommendation, and this she does, coincidently, have time to mention.
      Humbly yours,
      Mother Hen

      Reply

  2. This is so true! You are so insightful. I will be visiting your blog more often!

    Reply

    • Dear Ms. Enigma,
      Mother Hen loves to be appreciated! She compliments you on your good taste and perceptive appraisal.
      You are oh so welcome at Mother Hen’s nest anytime!
      Humbly yours,
      Mother Hen

      Reply

  3. Very well said…I agree 100%. I appreciate your illustrative verbosity (which is quite impressive for a chicken!)

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  4. Dear Ms. Zohrbak,
    Mother Hen always enjoys hearing from like-minded chicks!
    Hmmm…”illustrative verbosity…”
    MH thinks that has a catchy ring to it, but then you had to spoil it all by adding “for a chicken!”
    Anyway, Mother H thinks that you are quite sweet…for a human.
    Appreciatively yours,
    Mother Hen

    Reply

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