Mother’s Day, from Cradle to Grave.

When William Beverage wrote his report, which created the NHS and other welfare reforms, the definition, ‘From the Cradle to the Grave,’ was defined.  This 1942, document which must surely be defined has the biggest policy revolution of the 20th century, after the disbandment of empire, was defined as a new Jerusalem.  Seventy two years later and the definition from cradle to grave has taken on a new approach of bondage and bugger.  It is used has an avenue for eugenics policy, in an attempt to take the maternal offspring, by maternal consent for matriarchal gratification of an amazing discord.  Can any mother be to blame, after traveling from a country farm of sunny climes of the tropics, to be gently confronted by the minister of conceit?  Mother knows baby, mother knows infant child, mother knows boy, mother knows growth.  During puberty mother knows breakfast cereal and teenage tantrum, but does mother truly know boy? 

After one leaves the nest to grow and experience life, after 24 years can a farm girl mother, truly be confronted by ministers of deceit and rationally declare her knowledge of man or boy.  Ask yourself this reader, if you say, “Yes farm girl mother is to blame!”  then have you, who has milked cow has child or visited supermarket fridge, ever been fooled by minister of deceit about man or boy?  Yes you say, you was, no I say, was fine, it was boy.  So when taking the view that mother knows man and boy, remember that if other ministers of deceit are fooled by boy is it not the easy option to blame man, I am sure of it.  From cradle to the grave, must not be used as an avenue for sordid democratic kicks, but as William Beverage envisioned, the new Jerusalem of utopian enlightenment.  Let not Beverage’s dreams of decent modernity, be plagued by the bohemian bugger of power- mad boy!