Steyn insists on accuracy and precision. He has a point.
As the purveyor of a family-friendly website, I have been reluctant to join in the popularization of the epithet “cuck” – as in “cuckold”, as in “cuckservatives”, etc. Yes, yes, as a practical matter, most mainstream conservatives are hopeless squishes who haven’t conserved a single thing and for whom, as I complained to John Oakley in Toronto the other day, no hill is ever the hill to die on. But cuck-talk’s not my bag, and, as a Chaucer fan, I dislike the way it advances the cyber-porn fetishist’s re-definition of “cuckold” – a man who is not only aware of his wife’s infidelity but turned on by it – as opposed to its ancient meaning, of an oblivious fool of a husband who discovers too late he’s now grown cuckold’s horns.
Nevertheless, I think we should make an exception to our general “cuck”-free-zone rule for the case of contemporary Britain, which is literally descending into the United Cuckdom – that is to say, an entire nation that sits back and accepts that its women are to be preyed upon. Eight days ago The Sunday Mirror reported on “Britain’s ‘worst ever’ child grooming scandal”. The headline editor’s sub-quotes are most prudent: This is the “worst ever” at the time of writing, but who knows what’ll come along next week?
When the child-sex crimes of lifelong BBC presenter Jimmy Savile were posthumously exposed, Commander Spindler of the Metropolitan Police piously announced:
Jimmy Savile groomed a nation.
But Savile’s old enablers at the Beeb and Spindler’s colleagues in the British constabulary are also grooming a nation. They’re grooming Britons to accept that the serial mass gang-rape of English girls is just a social phenomenon, part of the natural order – regrettable perhaps, but nothing to be done about it; and thus the mountain of human debris is merely a small price to pay for the benefits of vibrant diversity. Which means the real problem is these ghastly types boorish enough to draw attention to the sacrifice of English maidenhood to the volcano gods of multiculturalism.
And still the police and the social workers and the politicians and the media roll up their windows and drive away.
Oh, they can get worked up over ancient disc-jockeys who copped a feel on “Top of the Pops” in 1973 and thereby committed what the illiterate coppers call “historic” sexual abuse. But, in the face of truly “historic”, truly unprecedented sexual abuse of thousands of English girls day in, day out, year after year, all they can manage is a fatalistic shrug. “Cuckolds” in the contemporary sense is a good word for the British state’s attitude to what’s happening. So is “wittols”, the 16th century neologism for those who are aware that they’re being cuckolded and go along with it. It seems reasonable to assume that the mass sexual exploitation of young girls is occurring in every English town with even a modest (as in Rotherham) “Asian” population, boundlessly cocksure and assertive, and a feeble British officialdom too cowed and appeasing to resist. The real word for what is happening is evil – for a society that will not defend its youngest and most vulnerable girls is surely capable of rationalizing many more wicked accommodations in the years ahead.
Profoundly pathetic—and so far beyond contemptible that there really is no word for it.