Cold Fury

Harshing your mellow since 9/01

The new rules

The most sidesplitting photo I’ve seen all week.

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But…but…but…why is a DUDE rasslin’ a CHICK, you ask? Easy-peasy: because he believes he ain’t a dude, and whatever he wishes reality to be, that’s what it must be, that’s why. Ace says:

The transgender is actually biologically female, but “transitioning” to male via male hormone injections. Which, you may have heard from professional sports scandals, are considered an illegal and unfair advantage in sports.

The problem is that Texas is making this female wrestle as a female. The rule should be changed to reflect the idea females are special category in sports, and that anyone who was born male or who is taking male steroids for whatever reason must compete as a male. Whether xe identifies as male or not.

Nope, no way. Sorry, but these are the New Rules, and if we must be forced to live by ’em, then so must they. The situation is not without its layers and layers of toothsome irony:

For the second year in a row, a transgender wrestler has won the Texas girls’ Class 6A 110-pound division.

Mack Beggs, an 18-year-old senior from Euless Trinity High School near Dallas, entered the tournament in Cypress outside of Houston with an undefeated record. He beat Chelsea Sanchez — whom he beat for the title in 2017– in the final match Saturday.

Back to Ace for the ironic bit:

Chelsea Sanchez would thus be a two-time female wrestling champ if she had not been forced to compete with someone who is using male hormones. Something she would be banned from the sport if she were found using.

Tough noogies. I do kinda feel sorry for the female wrestler, sure. Doesn’t matter. Liberals are making a better world. All of them, better worlds—whether we like it or not; whether their reckless, lunatic tinkering makes sense or not; even whether they’re actually better worlds or not. Ours not to reason why, people; ours but to take what we’re given, shut the fuck up, and live with it.

So everybody repeat the New Rules after me: gender is fluid, malleable, a matter not of biology but of simple preference. There is no meaningful difference between males and females—physically, mentally, or in any other respect. Traditional gender roles based on common sense and objective reality: BAD. Capricious destruction of them: GOOD, no matter the real damage done to both society and individuals trapped within it. These are but a few of the Rules, and there will be more. Learn ’em, live ’em, love ’em. Or else.

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Easy-peasy

All this confusion and angst over such a simple, obvious fact.

Two Princeton groups recently held an event celebrating menstruation where students were told that menstrual periods are not limited solely to women, and that people other than women can menstruate. However, the groups refused to comment or expand on this argument. Princeton feminist groups contacted by The College Fix also declined to discuss the issue.

At the recent “Menstruation Celebration,” hosted by Princeton Students for Reproductive Justice and Princeton Students for Gender Equality, the organizations were “urging people to stop referring to menstruation as a women’s issue, since transgender and non-binary people get periods as well.”

Menstruation, a monthly biological event in which the uterus sheds its lining if there is no embryo present, is widely understood by biologists and scientists to be a phenomenon that affects only females.

“Widely understood”? It is to laugh. Since the definition of “female” can be reduced to “homogametic (ie, two X chromosomes), ovaries, fallopian tubes, and a uterus,” then mentally-ill people such as “transgenders” and “nonbinaries” who possess those characteristics are, BY DEFINITION AND ACCORDING TO SCIENCE, female, and their fantasies, desires, and/or delusions be damned. The only—ONLY—exceptions would be true hermaphrodites, which are quite rare.

Why, oh why, do libtards hate Teh Science™ so?

Then we lapse into some real hilarity:

Neither Princeton Students for Reproductive Justice nor Princeton Students for Gender Equality responded to repeated requests for comment from The College Fix on the position that individuals other than women can menstruate. The Fix also asked the groups whether or not other topics commonly seen as “women’s issues,” such as abortion, should no longer be referred to as such.

Princeton is home to a wide array of women’s and feminist groups. The College Fix reached out to several of these organizations to see if they had differing opinions on menstruation being strictly a women’s issue. All eight organizations failed to comment, including the Princeton Association of Black Women, Princeton for Women in Politics, the Graduate Women of Color Caucus, Women’s Political Caucus, Wym’on Stage, and SpeakOut.

Well, naturally. You microaggressed ’em, dude. That always sends ’em screaming off to their safe spaces to curl up into a fetal ball and tremble for a few hours.

The umbrella organization for these feminist groups, the Princeton Women*s Center, has lately promoted LGBT ideology in its programming and events. This past October, the Women*s Center began coordinating two “Queering the Color Line” events each month to create “an affirming space for LGBTQIA Students of Color to meet and share a meal.”.

Explaining why the Women*s Center uses an asterisk rather than an apostrophe in its name, the organization writes on its website: “When you come upon an asterisk in your reading, you recognize it as a [sic] indication that there’s something more to learn. We use the asterisk to suggest that we are much more than our name implies: the Center is not just for women nor is it just about women. We welcome and engage persons of all genders here, including genderqueer, nonconforming, transgender folks, and cisgender men.”

Like I always say, you just can’t parody these goofballs anymore. Lucky for those of us who still occasionally try, though, they’re doing it themselves.

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Reality bites bitten

Wahddya, some kinda science denier or something?

In yet another blatant attack on science, a newly-approved education guideline in the United Kingdom says that all genders can menstruate, not just girls.

The new guidelines from the Neighbourhoods, Inclusion, Communities, and Equalities Committee of the Brighton & Hove City Council advocate a “period positive approach” when talking about menstruation to students, an approach that basically teaches children the exact opposite of what actually happens, according to LifeSiteNews.

The guidelines state that students as young as age eight and nine will be taught “age and development appropriate period education within a planned programme of relationships and sex education.” It also calls for “single gender sessions” when “appropriate and with careful management” while suggesting that inclusive language when referring to “girls and women and others who have periods.”

As noted by LifeSiteNews, the cities of Brighton and Hove have been pushing an extreme transgender agenda for some time now. Back in October, the school released a “Trans Inclusion Schools Toolkit” that compared not calling someone by their preferred pronoun to harassment while calling for “safeguarding procedures” for parents who refuse to endorse their child’s gender identity.

“In 2016, the Brighton & Hove City Council angered parents by sending them a letter telling them to ‘please support your child to choose the gender they most identify with,'” reports the outlet. “The letter went to parents with kids as young as four.”

The new guidelines echo the words spoken by Angela Ponce, the first trans Miss Universe contestant from Spain, who recently said that a woman does not have to have a vagina.

Well, that’s Once Great Britain for ya; thank goodness such an absurd, moronic thing could never happen here…uhh, that is…I mean, well, uhhh…

Oh.

While the Trump administration here in the United States has been fighting the transgender movement by disallowing them from the military and by recognizing gender by a person’s genitalia at birth, teachers still face harsh censoring if they so much as use the wrong pronoun when addressing a trans student.

Just this month, a teacher in Virginia lost his job because he refused to call a transgender student by their preferred pronoun.

Give him a tampon and tell him to stick it wherever he likes. Poor ol’ Alice Cooper must be feeling mighty embattled right about now.




How long before the Badthink Police catch up with this despicable hate-criminal, I wonder?

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It ain’t over until the fat transgender lesbian sings

And in the case of the Colorado cake-baker whose “victory” we were all celebrating not long ago…well, guess what? She ain’t sung yet. And never will, until he and his Badthink is crushed utterly.

Attorneys for a Colorado baker who refused to make a wedding cake for a gay couple on religious grounds – a stand partially upheld by the U.S. Supreme Court – argued in federal court Tuesday that the state is punishing him again over his refusal to bake a cake celebrating a gender transition.

Lawyers for Jack Phillips, owner of Masterpiece Cakeshop in suburban Denver, are suing to try to stop the state from taking action against him over the new discrimination allegation. They say the state is treating Phillips with hostility because of his Christian faith and pressing a complaint that they call an “obvious setup.”

“At this point, he’s just a guy who is trying to get back to life. The problem is the state of Colorado won’t let him,” Jim Campbell, an attorney for the Alliance Defending Freedom, said after the hearing. The conservative Christian nonprofit law firm is representing Phillips.

State officials argued for the case to be dismissed, but the judge said he was inclined to let the case move forward and would issue a written ruling later.

Oh, of COURSE he was. Cake Man will be hounded for the rest of his life. He will never again know a moment’s peace, nor be allowed to dig himself out of poverty and destitution. And after all that, when he’s dead and buried the Democrat Socialist Indeterminate-Gender freaks will probably dig him up to spit on his mouldering corpse, rebury him, and then dig him up over and over and over again, for all eternity. Steyn, umm, fleshes the story out:

His tormentor is Autumn Scarpina, a “trans attorney” (for our Commonwealth readers, that’s not a solicitor who’s transitioning into a barrister). According to Newsweek, Ms Scarpina could be the same dissatisfied customer who emailed Mr Phillips with very specific instructions for a Church of Satan cake:

“I’m thinking a three-tiered white cake. Cheesecake frosting,” the customer wrote in the June 4 email, according to Phillips’ lawsuit filed in Denver’s federal court on Tuesday. “And the topper should be a large figure of Satan, licking a 9″ black Dildo. I would like the dildo to be an actual working model, that can be turned on before we unveil the cake.”

Maybe someone could sue United for declining to provide any Satanic meal options or IHOP for refusing to serve a short stack of blueberry dildos.

Or maybe the Colorado “Civil Rights” Commission could simply rule that henceforth no cakes can be sold in America except nine-inch black dildos with a thin slathering of frosting. Or maybe we can all sue the sex-aids shop for refusing to include any cake with its dildos. (By the way, isn’t a mere nine-inch black dildo kinda racist?)

Not if it’s a surgically-mutilated half-man, half-woman liberal homunculus shoving the thing up its lily-white ass with delight, it ain’t. Then anything goes, and everything’s just peachy. Just be wary of the “icing” on that cake, and don’t even THINK of asking to lick the beaters or the bowl.

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War on Christmas

Yes, Virginia, it’s real.

We hear the stories every year: the ACLU suing small towns over Nativity displays, “holiday tree” lightings, colleges banning religious icons, storefronts wishing us an empty “Happy Holidays,” Lena Dunham being Lena Dunham.

Yet, the moment our ears catch wind of the Left’s all-too-apparent “War on Christmas,” the mainstream media and their “useful idiots” in late-night comedy are already roasting us on an open fire before any of us can say “partridge in a pear tree.” Instead of turtle doves and golden rings, we get gaslights and courtroom subpoenas.

Clutch not your candy canes, though. If the Puritans couldn’t do it, if the French Revolutionaries couldn’t do it, if the Nazis couldn’t do it, if the Soviets couldn’t do it, if CBS couldn’t do it, then the party of scrooges will certainly never rid the world of the joy that is “Christmas.” So long as we have Christ, Christmas will always follow. In the meantime, however, let’s all pull up a chair, sip on some hot cocoa, roast up some chestnuts, and ring in the season with a few laughs over the Left’s sorry attempts to transform Christmas into a snowflake’s wonderland.

One of the listed epic fails occurred right here in Harlotte, NC, for whatever it’s worth. But it ain’t my favorite one, if “favorite” is the right word for such a stinking mound of despicable shitlib garbage. This one is:



Further explanation:

According to the Left, Santa can neither be fat nor be a white male, but he can be in a gay relationship with a black husband. Released in October by Harper’s Design, the book “Santa’s Husband” tells the incredible story of “a black Santa Claus and his white husband who both live in the North Pole.”

Written by Daniel Kibblesmith of the “Late Show with Stephen Colbert,” the book was intended to be a parody to mock conservatives.

Nothing they won’t ruin, nothing they won’t keep their filthy mitts off of, nothing they won’t attempt to warp, pervert, and degrade. Nothing they’ll leave untouched and unsullied, nothing they won’t politicize and smear with shit. Abolutely nothing. So with that in mind, I just have to ask: is it time to start shooting them yet?

If not, why not?

(Via Ed)

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Oh Jeez, this TOO?

Scolds, prigs, and killjoys.

You may have noticed that America is going insane with finger-wagging, tut-tutting, outrage-ready Mrs. Grundy censoriousness. The legendary Mrs. Grundy was the representative of conservative social control and excessively strict mores.

Today’s Mrs. Grundys — let’s call them Mx. Grundys to be up to the moment — are progressive bullies intent on shutting everyone the hell up lest anyone fail to conform to their narrow sense of what is and is not acceptable. The humorless scolds have decided they are in charge, and for complicated reasons the rest of the culture is going along.

…Meanwhile, the Huffington Post noted that the 1964 TV show “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” was “seriously problematic” because many viewers said they were disturbed by its themes of sexism and bullying.

Then there’s the song “Baby It’s Cold Outside.” In 1944, the songwriter Frank Loesser began performing a skit in song form at the parties he attended in Hollywood with his then-wife, Lynn. He was “the wolf,” she the “mouse,” and they were together at his home when she decided to take her leave.

She shouldn’t go, the wolf says. But her mother will start to worry, she says. With each reason for leaving she offers, he points out that she’ll freeze out there, her hands are like ice and the fireplace is roaring with heat.

This isn’t date rape. It’s mutual foreplay; indeed, it’s just about the most harmonious portrayal of foreplay in the annals of Western culture. They are enjoying their own wit, and we are enjoying their wit.

But here’s the problem: Wit often eludes the literal. It did in 1949 when an Egyptian visitor to the United States named Syad Qutb heard “Baby It’s Cold Outside” at a church dance in Greeley, Colo. As it played, Qutb later wrote, “The room convulsed with the feverish music from the gramophone. Dancing naked legs filled the hall, arms draped around the waists, chests met chests, lips met lips.”

He left America and became a member of the Muslim Brotherhood and is considered the intellectual father of the Islamic extremism that found its darkest flowing in the 9/11 attacks.

Congratulations, Mx. Grundy. You’ve given Sayid Qutb what he wanted. Radio stations in Denver, San Francisco and Cleveland all announced they were banning “Baby It’s Cold Outside” from their airwaves.

There is absolutely no stone the joyless, juiceless Left will leave unturned in their neverending crusade to render all the rest of us—all of life itself—every bit as pinch-faced, sour, and miserable as they are. Funny how all that sexual liberation back in the hippie-dippie 60s has ushered us to an era in which sex itself is, like poor old Rudolph, “seriously problematic.” Steyn says:

As you’ll know if you’re a regular round these parts, “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” started life as a party piece for Frank Loesser and his missus that they just did at various soirées around town until they were begged to make it publicly available. So you can see why its fate would be personal to Mr and Mrs Loesser’s daughter Susan in a way that her dad’s more straightforwardly commercial enterprises might not be. In her remarks in The Daily Mail, she blames its apparent controversy on Bill Cosby, and says, “It was written in 1944. It was a different time.”

Well, almost the entirety of human creativity comes from “a different time”. Our time – aside from its notable dearth of great music, great art, great drama, great holiday-season novelty duets – is also the first (or at least the first since Pol Pot) to be set upon destroying everything that dates from a “different time”.

For two-thirds of a century, the song was understood as a distillation of a standard dating ritual: The boy wants her to stay, and the girl wants to stay. But she’s a nice girl so she has to be talked into it, so Rod and Willie and Cee Loo et al give it their best shot.

Now radio stations are banning it not because something has changed since 1944, but because something has changed in the last twenty minutes.

We are in a paradoxical land with a hyper-sexualized yet ideologically puritanical culture. In such a world, the wit and playfulness of Frank Loesser are perforce entirely alien.

Far as I’m concerned, it’s the shrieking soldiers of the Army Of The Aggrieved who are alien; their grim, humorless world ain’t any place I want to live in, or even visit. Hell, I’d be reluctant to so much as fly by it in a starship, unless it was for the purpose of lobbing nukes on the awful place from orbit.

It’s not that the whining twerps are capable of mining offense out of even the most innocuous or trivial thing that frosts my nuts. They’re welcome to be offended over nothing all they like; no skin off my nose, I don’t give a shit either way. No, it’s their implacable demand that we all must devolve to their own pitiful level of shameful, puling weakness—that even their pettiest neurosis must become the standard sturdier, more mentally-balanced people have to live by that rankles. They cannot leave any space at all for normal people to go their own way unmolested.

And they’re getting away with it, too.

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“Seriously problematic”?

Rudolph? Seriously? Is there nothing the PC/Left killjoys won’t happily ruin for sane people?

First they came for “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”, and I did nothing because I was too busy watching her put some records on while I pour.

Then they came for “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer”. Following my appearance with Tucker on Thursday, mein host spoke to Dave Rubin about the usual tosspots taking umbrage over “Rudolph” because it’s “seriously problematic”. As Dave said, it’s easier to destroy than to create. But the quivering pearl-clutching cries of “Seriously problematic!” suggest even destruction requires a creativity of which our moribund age is increasingly incapable.

My general line on “Rudolph” comes from a Life magazine editorial in 1950: “They discriminated against Rudolph for not being just like every other reindeer in the herd. They drew the color line against his nose.” But the editors also correctly noted why the little fellow was so effective in rising above the deeply ingrained erubescophobia. “The run-of-the-sled reindeer began shouting his praises, not because they really loved Rudolph, but because Rudolph was suddenly a Big Shot.”

No doubt the red-nosed reindeer, heading the A-list on the sleigh list, knows Prancer and Comet don’t really love him, but why should he care? He’s learned a quintessentially American lesson: don’t get deep and crisp, get even.

Steyn links to the backstory, and yep, sure enough they’re talking about one of my absolute favorite Christmas perennials from my childhood:

HuffPost, a liberal news site, was lampooned after saying Christmas classic “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” was “seriously problematic” over claims that it features sexism and bullying.

“Viewers are noticing the tale may not be so jolly after all,” the outlet’s video said. “And they’re sharing their observations online.”

“Yearly reminder that #Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer is a parable on racism & homophobia w/Santa as a bigoted exploitative prick,” read one comment shared by HuffPost. “Santa’s operation is an HR nightmare and in serious need of diversity and inclusion training. #Rudolph,” read another.

Oh for fuck’s fucking sake. Burn in motherfucking Hell for a thousand years, you fucking obnoxious prigs. Thankfully, though, at least some of us still retain a lick of fucking sense:

But HuffPost’s effort to highlight the perceived bigotry of the beloved movie attracted tens of thousands of negative comments, most of them mocking the video.

“Oh look! Something people like and enjoy; let’s go ruin it!” tweeted Rebeccah Heinrichs.“If you try hard enough you can find offence in almost anything,” Chloe Westley seconded.

Even President Trump’s son Donald Trump Jr. weighed in on the topic, tweeting “Liberalism is a disease.”

It damned sure is. A mental disease, crippling and debilitating, horrifically contagious but not fatal. Which is too bad; it means the rest have to go on putting up with mental malfunction like this from these logorrheic freaks, more and more of it each and every year.

If you enjoy the Rudolph special as much as I do, might be a good idea to go ahead and buy the DVD while you still can; they probably won’t be airing it very many more years, I’d bet. It’ll just quietly slip away from us under liberal pressure, like so many other good and enjoyable things already have.

They won’t stop—not ever, they won’t. Not, at least, until each and every one of us is as hopelessly miserable as they are. Maybe not even then.

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Sick, just sick

Okay, I just…I can’t even.

Next Thursday, I will get a vagina. The procedure will last around six hours, and I will be in recovery for at least three months. Until the day I die, my body will regard the vagina as a wound; as a result, it will require regular, painful attention to maintain. This is what I want, but there is no guarantee it will make me happier. In fact, I don’t expect it to. That shouldn’t disqualify me from getting it.

Oh. Well. Umm. Okay.

I like to say that being trans is the second-worst thing that ever happened to me. (The worst was being born a boy.) Dysphoria is notoriously difficult to describe to those who haven’t experienced it, like a flavor. Its official definition — the distress some transgender people feel at the incongruence between the gender they express and the gender they’ve been socially assigned — does little justice to the feeling.

Sorry, dearie, it isn’t “socially” assigned. It’s biologically assigned.

Many conservatives call this crazy.

And all other sane people, too. Because, y’know, IT IS.

A popular right-wing narrative holds that gender dysphoria is a clinical delusion;

Because, y’know, IT IS.

hence, feeding that delusion with hormones and surgeries constitutes a violation of medical ethics.

Because, y’know, IT IS.

Just ask the Heritage Foundation fellow Ryan T. Anderson, whose book “When Harry Became Sally” draws heavily on the work of Dr. Paul McHugh, the psychiatrist who shut down the gender identity clinic at Johns Hopkins in 1979 on the grounds that trans-affirmative care meant “cooperating with a mental illness.” Mr. Anderson writes, “We must avoid adding to the pain experienced by people with gender dysphoria, while we present them with alternatives to transitioning.”

In this view, it is not only fair to refuse trans people the care they seek; it is also kind. A therapist with a suicidal client does not draw the bath and supply the razor. Take it from my father, a pediatrician, who once remarked to me that he would no sooner prescribe puberty blockers to a gender dysphoric child than he would give a distemper shot to someone who believed she was a dog.

Smart, sensible man, your dad. I’m sure you hate his guts for it.

Buried under all of this, like a sober tuber,

A “sober tuber”? What the hell is…oh, never mind. We’ll just shine that one on.

lies an assumption so sensible you’ll think me silly for digging it up. It’s this: People transition because they think it will make them feel better. The thing is, this is wrong.

I feel demonstrably worse since I started on hormones. One reason is that, absent the levies of the closet, years of repressed longing for the girlhood I never had have flooded my consciousness. I am a marshland of regret. Another reason is that I take estrogen — effectively, delayed-release sadness, a little aquamarine pill that more or less guarantees a good weep within six to eight hours.

Like many of my trans friends, I’ve watched my dysphoria balloon since I began transition. I now feel very strongly about the length of my index fingers — enough that I will sometimes shyly unthread my hand from my girlfriend’s as we walk down the street. When she tells me I’m beautiful, I resent it. I’ve been outside. I know what beautiful looks like. Don’t patronize me.

Wait a minute, what—your GIRLFRIEND?!? What the…you’re a MALE harboring delusions of being a FEMALE, but you are nonetheless sexually and romantically attracted to women?

I am now thinking that “mentally ill” is way, WAY inadequate to describe the utter chaos going on in this man’s head. There’s just no sorting out such an incredibly advanced level of cray-cray. The mental gears aren’t meshing but clashing, sending chunks of gear-teeth wending their way through the downstream works. Even the most half-assed backyard mechanic knows the kind of catastrophic, total breakdown that always results from that sort of thing.

I was not suicidal before hormones. Now I often am.

Y’know, you’re really not doing a hell of a lot in the way of demonstrating that you aren’t completely bug-fuck nuts here.

As long as transgender medicine retains the alleviation of pain as its benchmark of success, it will reserve for itself, with a dictator’s benevolence, the right to withhold care from those who want it. Transgender people have been forced, for decades, to rely for care on a medical establishment that regards them with both suspicion and condescension. And yet as things stand today, there is still only one way to obtain hormones and surgery: to pretend that these treatments will make the pain go away.

Making the pain go away—providing a cure or at least a palliative to the disease or injury in question—is sort of the whole point of medical treatment. Too, voluntary surgical mutilation for the purpose of pandering to mental illness isn’t exactly what most of us would consider “care,” I’m afraid.

The medical maxim “First, do no harm” assumes that health care providers possess both the means and the authority to decide what counts as harm.

That isn’t a mere “maxim,”I’m afraid; it’s a solemn and serious oath—the ne plus ultra, the bedrock principle of the medical profession entire. Which, in your selfish arrogance, you seem to think you have the right to force doctors to blatantly violate to suit your own folly. Ain’t asking much, are ya, cupcake?

Let me be clear: I believe that surgeries of all kinds can and do make an enormous difference in the lives of trans people.

But I also believe that surgery’s only prerequisite should be a simple demonstration of want.

Then you’re full of shit as a Christmas turkey, bub. It might seem a reasonable proposition to an all-in, balls-to-the-wall narcissist like yourself, sure. But it’s horseshit on stilts, and nothing more.

Beyond this, no amount of pain, anticipated or continuing, justifies its withholding.

Uh huh. Again: you think that just because you “want” something—something aberrant, something that is its own proof of mental illness—a doctor should be forced to violate his own professional oath to give it to you…while knowing he is doing tremendous damage, possibly even contributing to your death by your own hand, as you yourself freely admit. In other words, a doctor—any doctor, ALL doctors—should be forced to cause misery and destruction in violation of his/their professional and personal ethics…simply because you “want” something—something you can never, ever have anything closer to than a gossamer illusion, a deceit. Chopping off the penis you were born and slashing a gash in its place will never make you or any other mentally disturbed man a woman. Rod Dreher explains:

Do you see what’s happening here? Chu says that the treatments doctors have given him are making him sicker, even making him desire suicide. But if he wants to suffer and to die, then he should have that right. Satisfying desire is the only thing that matters.
 
This poor man with asparagus-colored hair is going to submit to mutilation next week, and will have to spend the rest of his life inserting an object into the wound surgeons will have made in his pubic area, to prevent his body from healing itself. This man — “like many of my trans friends” — expects this medical procedure to make him no happier, and in fact may make him feel more miserable, even suicidal.

But he wants it. People like him want all of society to upend its laws, its customs, and its norms to facilitate that desire, and to act like there’s nothing wrong with it. And society is giving them what they want, and punishing those who deny that this is paradise.

Freeing the autonomous will from sex and gender norms is the summum bonum of contemporary American progressivism. The insatiably miserable Andrea Long Chu is its incarnation.

We have gone beyond gay people to allow transgender people — fewer than one percent of the population — to change America forever.

Progressives! They make a desert and call it peace. They carve a gash and call it a vagina. They make us all insane, and call the sane crazy.

None of which is coincidence, happenstance, or accidental.

What about the Hippocratic Oath? Here you have someone declaring on the pages of The New York Times that the surgery he is about to have will not make him happier, and in fact may drive him to suicide. But he doesn’t care. He wants that he wants. In a just order, those surgeons would be charged with a crime if they go through with this. Desire is the only criterion of health, is that where we are now? What if someone desires to have their legs amputated? Or to commit suicide? Where are the limits?

There are none, of course. Nothing—no matter how patently foolish, fantastical, outrageous, or wantonly destructive—will ever be enough for them. Every concession made to their successive head-spinning manias does nothing but provide them a jumping-off point for the next outrage against common sense, decency, and sanity. Any of us who haven’t learned that by now is either a damned fool or a covert collaborator.

Now back to the psycho for a gruesome denouement.

Nothing, not even surgery, will grant me the mute simplicity of having always been a woman.

Nothing, not even surgery, will grant you the mute simplicity of ever being one at all. It’s that whole pesky Y-chromosome thing, don’tchaknow. So, at this late stage of the game, I just have to ask: what the fuck is the point of all this grief, horror, and angst, then?

I will live with this, or I won’t. That’s fine. The negative passions — grief, self-loathing, shame, regret — are as much a human right as universal health care, or food.

WELL. Didn’t see the stupid liberal shibboleths coming, I didn’t; I’m sure you all can imagine my surprise. Sorry, guy, but four of those things are NOT like the others, and nary a one of them is a “right.”

Which leads me to ask why it is that ALL of these psychopaths and lunatics are devout Leftists, anyway? Never mind, don’t bother responding to that one. It was rhetorical anyway, and is a question that answers itself.

There are no good outcomes in transition. There are only people, begging to be taken seriously.

Someone so horribly twisted, so indisputably dysfunctional and diseased as to beggar belief, now begs to be “taken seriously”? REALLY? Taken seriously by whom? For what reason? On what grounds? To what worthwhile end?

Look, I’ll say it again: I personally believe that these misbegotten human oddities are in the main more to be pitied than censured for their affliction. They can have all the body parts they want gratuitously chopped off for all me, long as I don’t have to be involved in any way whatsoever with it—to include paying for it, either directly or indirectly (speaking of which, ummm, ooopsie).

But when the Left stridently insists that we all must laud bizarre, delusional aberrations as “heroes” and celebrate their “courage”—especially after having so viciously excoriated normal, healthy, well-adjusted, heterosexual Americans for so long—and that our entire society must be radically altered in deference to dementia…well, that’s stretching tolerance rather farther than its native elasticity will support.

Doesn’t mean the miserable freaks ought to be ostracized; doesn’t mean they ought to be shunned, doesn’t mean they ought to be harmed in any way.

It DOES mean they ought to stop waving their apparently unsatisfactory, anguish-inducing genitalia in our faces, stop allowing the Left to use them as political tools in its never-ending campaign of nihilistic destruction against pretty much everydamnedthing, and just tootle on off and leave us the fuck alone…lest it all wind up snapping back on the whole sordid circus eventually, providing them a demonstration of what oppression and intolerance really look like.

Update! The list of things you aren’t allowed to say just gets longer and longer.

In August, I was locked out of my Twitter account for the first time. I was told that I had “violated [Twitter’s] rules against hateful conduct” and that I had to delete four tweets in order to gain access to my account again. In this case, the tweets in question named Lisa Kreut, a trans-identified male, as the individual who targetedFeminist Current’s ad revenue and led efforts to have Vancouver Rape Relief blacklisted at the 2016 BCFED Convention.

On November 15th, my account was locked again. This time, I was told I must delete a tweet from October, saying, “Women aren’t men,” and another, asking, “How are transwomen not men? What is the difference between a man and a transwoman?”

After dutifully deleting the tweets in question in order to gain access to my account again, I tweeted, angrily, “This is fucking bullshit, @twitter. I’m not allowed to say that men aren’t women or ask questions about the notion of transgenderism at all anymore? That a multi-billion dollar company is censoring basic facts and silencing people who ask questions about this dogma is insane.” This tweet went viral, racking up 20,000 likes before Twitter locked my account again on Monday morning, demanding I delete it. This time they offered no explanation at all — not even a vague accusation of “hateful conduct.”

To be fair, it’s not that insane. Multi-billion dollar companies are clearly primarily interested in profit, not free speech or women’s rights. But Twitter is a company that represents itself as a platform for communication, for debate, and for sharing ideas, news, and information.

And you believed that bumptious horsepuckey, did ya? See, that was your first mistake, from whence all the other trouble sprouted.

What is insane to me, though, is that while Twitter knowingly permits graphic pornography and death threats on the platform (I have reported countless violent threats, the vast majority of which have gone unaddressed), they won’t allow me to state very basic facts, such as “men aren’t women.”

What seems insane to me is that so many people keep on using Twitter knowing full well they’ve banned who even knows how many people for daring to question shitlib orthodoxy in even the most diffident, humble, and polite way, expecting a different result in their own case. Then again, I never have given a lumpy fart about Twitter anyway, so what the hell do I know? Nicole Russell picks up the ball and runs with it:

It appears Murphy was banned solely due to repeatedly pointing out that men cannot be transformed into women simply because they want to call themselves women. This is a fact at best, and Murphy’s opinion at worst. Murphy refused to bend to the progressive view that the transgender issue is now nearly as sacrosanct as abortion. She was not banned for hateful conduct or speech but for failing to fall in line with the progressive agenda Twitter embraces.

Of course, Twitter is a private company and can do whatever it likes. But they have billed themselves as an open platform, one that welcomes debate, ideas, and sharing. 

Yeah, well, they lied. Liberals always do—about everything, but most especially about “debate, communication, ideas,” et al. They quite like to congratulate themselves on how very much those things mean to them while bereft of any interest whatsoever in them, and are prone to becoming enraged when called on it. The sooner you accept that simple home truth, the sooner you can stop wasting your time trying to have an honest discussion with them and get on with your life.

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Preach it, brother

Oh, how I love this.

A Chicago pastor who asked a man dressed in drag to leave a worship service because he was dressed like a woman stands by his actions after coming under fire.

A Facebook video of the Sunday night encounter shows Antonio Rocquemore of Power House International Ministries asking the unidentified man to step out into the aisle.

“Can you leave my church and go put on man clothes? And don’t come here like that no more,” Rocquemore can be seen telling the man in the video, posted by Christian James Lhuillier.

“i hold a standard in here. Whatever you do on the outside is your business, but I will not let drag queens come in here. If you’re gonna come in here you’re gonna dress like a man.”

People in the crowd cheered and said “Amen” and “thank you Jesus” as Rocquemore addressed the young man.

Then, as predictable as the fucking sunrise, here comes the liberal bullshit.

But Lhuillier posted the video on Monday because he was angered by what he saw. It has been viewed more than 420,000 times.

“Some of y’all are going to have to excuse my language but I am tired of this s**t,” Lhuillier wrote in his post.

“In a place that is supposed to be a place of change a place of deliverance whatever you want to call it why would you destroy someone in front of a room full of people. This is the kind of bulls**t that causes people to go home and commit suicide.

“S**t like this is the reason that the church has no power in 2018 because they are so worried about the wrong things.”

Hardly. If the Christian church truly has no power in 2018, it stems not from “worrying about the wrong things” but from putting up with disrespect, denigration, insult, and attack from the Left with no stronger reaction in its own defense than running out of cheeks to turn.

The good Reverend Rocquemore is right on the beam: this cross-dressing fucktard needs to leave his sexual kinks at home on Sunday instead of bringing them to church—just as I need to, just as you do, just as we all do—be those kinks what they may. The church is no place for that crap, and anyone serious about his/her faith knows it, respects it, and wouldn’t have it any other way.

I strongly suspect that this episode, like the contrived bake-me-a-gay-wedding-cake-or-else imbroglio, is the precursor to a lawsuit intended to degrade and humiliate everyone not on board with Lefty’s destructive, degenerate agenda, forcing us once again not just to tolerate the bizarre and/or dysfunctional, but to actively celebrate it. Count on it; they’re working a plan here, and they will never stop until either we knuckle under or they are dead, dead, dead.

Rest assured: if by chance this asshole is more or less apolitical (unlikely) and not a conniving Lefty himself, then the people who put him up to this little stunt most assuredly are. Not content to politicize everydamndthing under the sun, they also have to sexualize it all, too. Not because they’re driven by rampant libido, mind, but because it’s just another way of working their tiresome old political wheeze—another arrow in the Progtard quiver, and another aspect of life they just can’t keep their grubby, strangling mitts off of.

Good for the Rev for telling the skeevy weenie-wagger off, and for the supportive flock he shepherds too; nice to know that at least some traditional values survive in Shitcago even yet. I can’t see anyone hearing a whole lot of “God DAMN America” bushwa on Sundays from Rev Rocquemore either, although that’s just a gut assumption and I could be all wet on it.

Bottom line: you wanna attend Sunday worship? You dress appropriately and show the proper decorum in the house of the Lord, then. You wanna put on a freakshow and get your rocks off by drawing attention to yourself, rubbing your warped urges in others’ faces—well, there are plenty of places out there that cater to people like you, places which Normals are perfectly happy to pass by and let be. Stay out of our churches—to adapt a line from the great Larry Brown: take your goober-grabbing on down the road someplace else—lest you walk into the wrong church one fine Sunday and wind up getting way more attention than you figured on, or wanted.

Via Ace, who forgoes the “degenerate” angle to amusingly work the “RAYCISS!™” one instead.

Update! After looking over this story again and thinking on it some more, I failed to mention two more things that frost the hell out of me. One: “…after coming under fire”? Now, we know this phrase is just another of those Enemedia stratagems, like “sources say” or “concerns have been raised” that allow the “journalist” to sneak in his own opinion with a little weight added by the subterfuge. But if the Reverend truly DID “come under fire” by people in his community other than the cross-dressing fruit, the media, and Angry Guy who posted the video—well, that would be another in a long list of recent indicators of just how far gone this nation is.

Two, viz Angry Guy himself: he says a church is “supposed to be a place of change a place of deliverance whatever you want to call it.” Oh, rilly? IS it now. That’s some way sophisticated understanding of liturgical shit there, bub. Especially that “whatever you want to call it.” Why, anyone can see you’ve given the doctrine of this church—of Protestant Christianity itself, in fact—one hell of a lot of Deep Thought, in your own clumsy, semi-literate way.

And here I’d always thought church was a place of worship, a place of repentance, self-denial, and humility—a place of rejection of the mundane and corporeal and embrace of the spiritual, ineffable, and sublime. Above all else, a place of joyful expression of the congregation’s love and devotion to God, of their gratitude for His mercy and forgiveness, of glorifying and praising Him. “A place of CHANGE”? Well, I suppose it actually can be thought of that way as well, superficial and generic as the notion is. But that is by NO means the central focus or purpose of the church.

I have to wonder if this putz had ever even attended services, there or anywhere else, before launching this bullshit campaign to force the Reverend Rocquemore into line with current shitlib canon. If by some chance Angry Guy IS a regular, then I wonder, too, if he usually records the service on video. Myself, I’d bet that he just HAPPENED to show up this one time—on the particular day that the freak put on his provocative little act—and just HAPPENED to record the freak’s ouster and posted it on Fakebook, too. Five will get you ten Angry Guy is MUCH better acquainted with the cross-dresser than he is with the Reverend, or any of his congregants.

Because he’s “tired of this shit,” see. If so, I can wholeheartedly assure him that he is NOT the only one.

I wonder, too, why they didn’t try to spring their little Drag Night shit-stirring extravaganza on a mosque instead of a Christian church. Kinda gives the whole game away right out of the gate, don’t it?

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It’s complicated

Sundance with one of his usual insightful and thoroughly well-researched analyses:

CTH has received multiple requests for a review of predictable consequences as a result of the midterm election.  Thankfully, and perhaps unfortunately, we have solid references to base these predictions on – because there’s a solid frame of reference from the 2006 midterm and the subsequent consequences we saw in 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010.

If we take the empirical 2006 example as the starting point and overlay the 2018 landscape to modernize the predictive model, what results is a most likely scenario.

First, any intellectually honest review must overlay the current political environment.  In 2018 the scale of unchecked lawless behavior is a significant influence toward the differences we can expect from the last time Democrat/Marxists held congressional power. The term “Democrat-socialism”, in essence a Marxist approach, is now the dominant fuel within the professional DNC  political operations.

When the Democrats last held power in 2006, their actionable objective was toward a far-left, Saul Alinsky-type aggressive tone and influence; however, there was a need to couch that intention as they positioned Senator Barack Obama for the 2008 presidential election.

In 2006 the radicals, needed to downplay their radicalism.  In 2018 the severity and aggression of the left, as assisted by the dropping of all media pretense, no longer needs to hide the intention.  When Democrat-Marxists take control in January of 2019 they no longer need to couch the extremism, the American electorate have been prepped.

Secondly, it cannot be overstated how violent and confrontational the House of Representatives will be as soon as they are sworn in. They will work with an immediate purposeful intention. All political violence will be approved to attain their objectives. The recent behavior of Jim Acosta (CNN media), and ANTIFA toward Tucker Carlson, is now, and will be going forward, the new normal.

There will be extreme political violence.

Much, much more follows, throughout which I can’t find one whole hell of a lot to argue with. Excepting maybe this:

Lastly, future predictions: Michael Bloomberg will be the Democrat/Marxist nominee for 2020. There will be a field of candidates; but the professional Democrat machine will run the splitter strategy, and the back-room crowd who really control the elements of power have already pre-selected their nominee, Michael Bloomberg. Marxists always have the plan mapped out well in advance. (A woman will be the VP nominee)

Well, that last is a pretty safe bet, anyway. The idea that the Treasoncrats have already rigged their primary system is by no means a stretch, but Bloomberg? Ehhh, I dunno. A commenter suggests someone I agree might be a more likely choice, and also provides a credible rationale:

I do not believe Michael Bloomberg will be “The Chosen.” He may well be a sacrificial anode for the real candidate to draw critics away from the real prize, but I don’t believe the Marxist party (democrat) will ever again place a white male on their top ticket, nor advertise their choice before it becomes absolutely necessary.

Look closely. There has been a player lurking around the edges …staying out of the fray. Someone with experience, and mass appeal. I believe that person will be Deval Patrick. …And, in my opinion, he’s being personally groomed by none other than our 44th president.

Of course, using logic to predict the behavior of lunatics doesn’t always work too well…

Update! Looks like Doomberg is all in.

In the final days of this election, Bloomberg just invested $5 million to air, twice nationally, a two-minute ad for the Democratic Party that features Bloomberg himself denouncing the “fear-mongering,” and “shouting and hysterics” coming out of Washington.

That $5 million ad buy was only Bloomberg’s latest contribution to the Democratic Party during an election campaign into which he had already plunged $110 million of his own money.

Contributions of this magnitude support the idea that Bloomberg will seek the presidential nomination as a Democrat. With resources like this at his disposal, and a willingness to spend into the hundreds of millions, he could last in the primaries as long as he wants.

With the energy of the Democratic Party coming from militants, minorities and millennials, would these true believers rally to a 76-year-old Manhattan media magnate who wants to make their party more centrist and problem-solving, and to start beavering away at cutting the deficit?

Guess we’re going to find out. As absurd as it may seem, it’s no more absurd than Americans—on the heels of enjoying an unprecedented renaissance after eight years of suffering under the Obama economic MIRACLE!™—turning right around and rewarding the Democrat Socialists for years of assault, attempted murder, treason, rioting, corruption, insults, harrassment, and a carnival of obstreperous freaks and degenerates screaming themselves purple at them.

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The pluperfect Democrat

You’ll never find a more stellar example.

The suspect in the vandalism of a New York synagogue was a Democratic activist and former City Hall intern who worked on anti-hate crime issues, The Daily Caller News Foundation has learned.

He is a “queer” black man informally adopted by a Jewish couple, and The New York Times’ charity, the Neediest Cases, helped pay for him to go to college where his focus was African American studies, according to a 2017 New York Times profile.

A political event with two Democratic candidates at the Union Temple of Brooklyn was canceled Friday after attendees found graffiti saying “Die Jew Rats” and “Hitler,” which one of the candidates said highlighted the need to vote out “hate.” Police arrested 26-year old James Polite later that night based on surveillance footage.

A year ago, The New York Times profiled Polite, noting that he was an LGBT foster youth who “could defy the statistics” after becoming the “adopted child of the Quinn administration,” as Christine Quinn, then the speaker of the New York city council, put it. “And it wasn’t just me. It was the entire City Council staff.”

In the 2017 profile, The New York Times said Polite, who requested to join the foster care system after his mother provided “unsanitary” conditions for him, “interned with Ms. Quinn, a Manhattan Democrat, for several years, working on initiatives to combat hate crime, sexual assault and domestic violence. He also took part in her re-election campaign in 2009 and returned to help with her unsuccessful bid for mayor in 2013.”

His Facebook profile, reviewed by TheDCNF, shows that on Nov. 1, a day before the synagogue vandalism, he posted “A dream with eyes wide open. civil war is here. Nobody gotta die. Mexico, latin America, carribean vs. Jew nigger pigs. One person touch me this whole shit a smoking.”

The Facebook profile’s pictures and biographical information reveal that it is the same man in The New York Times’ profile. Its URL includes James Polite, but he changed his online name to Abraham Aali.

SO: LGBTQRXTUVRYLXXXXBLRGH. Mentally unbalanced. Racial minority. Barely literate. An over-entitled ingrate eager to bite the hand that fed him. Filled with rage and hate. Possible convert to Islam. Prone to violence. A government employee. Completely deranged. Unshakably convinced of his own righteousness and innate superiority. A moron. Yep, he checks all the Democrat-Socialist boxes sure enough. They ought to run him for President in 2020, seems to me. I mean, who else they got, Creepy Joe Biden?

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Degenerates gotta degenerate

Part of a long, LONG list.

Ashley Judd ranting about her menstrual period and Madonna offering promises of oral sex if one voted for Hillary are words. Unfortunately, there is this disturbing trend of late on the Left where words are being replaced by actions.

Take the case of Micah Rhodes, a protest leader in Portland, Oregon. He and his group of protesters have been responsible for blocking traffic and just being general a-holes in their attempt to show their displeasure with Trump. He was recently arrested during a protest, but his court appearance was a charge of pedophilia. He faces four counts of second-degree sexual abuse. Apparently Mr. Rhodes met underage victims on a site called Grindr, were aware they were underage, yet sodomized them anyway. In fact, Rhodes had, as a juvenile, also engaged in such activity and was charged and supposedly under supervision.

There is a strange pattern here. It would seem strange when a feminist march in Washington is co-chaired by a Muslim woman- a religion that is not feminist and is homophobic. Liberals and Muslims seem like strange allies, but not if viewed in the light of making degeneracy normal. One could make a case that depraved perverts have hijacked the Left’s decadence for their own particular peculiar perversions.

But then again, the Left and degeneracy seem to go hand-in-hand. There are certainly historical antecedents. In the 1920’s, German intellectuals justified the rampant prostitution in Berlin where children were sometimes sold into revolting sex acts. Thirty to 40 years later you had the bearded Allen Ginsberg and other beatniks coming out as little boy lovers. Ginsberg even joined NAMBLA.  Michel Foucalt, Jean-Paul Sartre and Simone de Beauvoir, three French intellectuals on the Left, wanted the age of consent in France lowered to 13.

From the decadence of Berlin in the 1920’s to the sex trafficking by black activists today, the one common thread is duplicity.  Proponents of justice, they ignore “justice” when it does not suit their narrative. The reason is simple: they do not care about justice. They do care about their own self-gratification. If society has to be burnt to the ground to satisfy the burning in their loins, so be it.

They are not at war for justice. They are at war against normalcy.

Well, yeah. In the larger picture, it’s all part of the Left’s bratty, juvenile self-absorption. While we’re on the topic of degenerates, here are few sets of said burning loins:



Oog. I just threw up in my mouth a little here. As I said the other day: can’t somebody find a way to make these unappetizing, lumpy road apples keep their damned clothes on? Ace suffers a slightly more severe reaction than mine:

Twitchy reports that an outlet called Seven Days wrote:

Unhappy with the direction of the country, the women of varied shapes, sizes, ages and backgrounds bared it all for an intimate, empowering photo session in Burlington, said organizer Dawn Robertson.

“How can we inspire women to vote after the Kavanaugh confirmation, the #MeToo movement and Trump?” said Robertson, a Harvard Law-educated attorney who writes about sexuality and relationships. “It’s a culmination of all those factors.”

Well you’ve inspired me into homosexuality so, halfway to Democrat I guess!

I have to admit that, considering all of the above, emulating the “transgender” freakazoids by chopping off my dick looks one hell of a lot more appealing all of a sudden.

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Look away, Dixie lamb

Is there NO WAY to convince these repulsive, blubberous, eye-tearing, saggy skanks to keep their fucking clothes on? Why must they inflict their wrinkled, baggy asses and wilted udders on all and sundry whenever they think they have some “important” statement to make? Don’t they realize that A) we don’t give a shit about their juvenile political opinions, and B) stripping off is the surest way I can think of to guarantee that any normal American, of whatever sexual proclivity, will be driven to unswerving hostility towards said opinions by even a brief glimpse of them in the buff? Heartiste says:

From Garth V., a pithy bit of insight revealing the shared motivation of ugly shitlib broads accosting people with their ugliness and totalitarian marxists forcing subjects to swallow their propaganda,

They get off on making you repeat their big lies. The more obviously false the lie is, the more you debase yourself in repeating it. When you instead affirm the truth, you’re letting them know that you will not be their slave.

The lie here is, “These are strong, empowered women. Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes.” The Fuggernaut wants us to abide this Big Lie, and in so abiding we debase ourselves. We bring ourselves down to their level.

I say no to that.

I say HELL NO to it. All of it.

Yes, in case you might have been wondering, it does in fact appear that the last in the highly-emetic series of obscene manatees has a dick. As for that “beauty comes in all shapes and sizes” twaddle, I dispensed with that nonsense years ago:

Hey, here’s a revolutionary idea: how about we just own up to a few basic facts at long last? Beauty is what it is — an ideal, something to admire and aspire to — precisely because everybody doesn’t have it. in fact, most of us don’t; if it wasn’t rare, it wouldn’t actually be “beauty” — it would be “ordinary” or “common” or “plain.” I suppose that’s in reality why politically-correct nanny-state ninnies have such a hard time dealing with it: first, their politics-as-religion ideology requires that they cobble together a position paper and a bureaucracy to maintain control over every aspect of life, including ones that are patently outside of mortal jurisdiction — see Climate Change (formerly Global Warming, formerly Global Cooling, formerly “the weather”) for further examples; and second, it sort of upends their “all must be equal in a grey drone world” agenda.

Human physical beauty is a peacock-feathered rebuke to the idea that underneath the drab, one-size-fits-all tunic liberalism would force over our heads, we’re ever going to be anything like equal, no matter how hard statists try to reshape reality.

I also included a pic with that post that I promise you you’ll like WAY better than any of the ones Heartiste ran.

No, everybody is NOT beautiful, in their own way or otherwise, no matter how many silly-assed 70s pop songs mught claim otherwise. And what’s beautiful to one person ain’t necessarily so to another. That’s the, uhh, beauty of it, see. Different societies have different standards for beauty, and even within societies there’s plenty of room for, shall we say, a wide range of opinion between individuals. You’d think, given the libtard obssession with “diversity,” that they’d get that easily enough, and maybe even be enthusiastic about it. After all, that wide range of opinion between and within disparate cultures is the very meaning of the damned word.

And yet.

Thanks a pantload to CA, the heartless bastard, for pointing us all to this horror, even going so far as to repost one of the pics himself. I suppose it IS appropriate in at least one way, it being so close to Halloween and all.

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Are you hearing your words?

Irony so incandescent it actually hurts to look directly at it.

I listened to a remarkable bit of self-parody on National Public Radio on Tuesday: a moderator, a pair of experts, and some very earnest listeners trying to figure out how to most politely tell climate change skeptics they are dangerous idiots.

Yes, on NPR’s “1A,” finding a way to convert those neanderthals, or at least move the “conversation” in the right direction, was the topic of nearly 40 minutes of chatter that was at times quite unintentionally funny.

To be clear, this program was not about debating the existence of climate change. That was already settled for everyone whose head isn’t stuck in a microwave. This was about talking to pea-brains who do not fully believe drastic policy changes are required to combat climate change, and—this is important—having these “conversations” in a way that would not frighten or anger these stunted children.

That the entire segment presupposed that the panelists are so much smarter, wiser, more virtuous than skeptics—or “deniers,” to borrow that creepy nomenclature—and thus, extremely condescending, seemed to escape everyone involved. Let’s dig in.

Said moderator Joshua Johnson at the outset:

Clearly climate change is tough to discuss, despite overwhelming scientific evidence of its existence. Or maybe because of that evidence. I mean, think about it. If someone tried to hit you over the head with a bunch of facts and figures, supremely confident that they are right and you are wrong, how would you feel? Or, if someone flat out refused to hear you out, despite the facts being really clear, and just dug in their heels to avoid feeling like they lost an argument, what would that be like? We want to elevate this debate, to change the way we talk about climate change.

Bold mine, of course, because…wow. These people would seem to possess not even trace amounts of self-awareness.

Bledsoe took a question from a caller who wondered why President Trump and other skeptics are so “adamantly ignorant” on the issue, and he warned of not talking about it in terms that are too science-y.

“We who talk about climate change have to talk about it differently. We can’t make it a technocratic or scientific issue,” Bledsoe said.

No, you really can’t. But not for the reason you think.

Myhre was more scathing and then neatly shifted into how gender dynamics fits into all this, showcasing what I’m assuming she learned in Intersectionalism 301 at UC-Davis.

“My view is that we need to indict public leaders who are trafficking in science denial as a form of misconduct and a form of putting the American public into danger,” she said. “However, I do think that we as scientists have engaged nonstop in trying to confront denialism and often that engagement is a very—it’s coded male power brokering that is very problematic in the culture because it pits people against each other instead of focusing on shared values.”

Bold mine, again, because, again…wow. She’s really hitting all the libtard buttons she can reach, ain’t she? C’mon, honey, work some transgenderIslamophobicNaziracistcapitalistgreedbigotedsexism into the mix, whydon’tcha? I got faith in you; I know you can do it. In fact, I suspect you couldn’t stop it if you tried.

Bledsoe interrupted to say the U.S. problem with climate change was unique in its political and cultural aspects, but Myhre responded:

I would agree with that, but I just want to reflect back again that the entire world, by and large, and the world’s global resources are run by men, and those decisions are made by men, and so one of the fundamental aspects of solutions for climate change has to do with anti-racism and anti-misogyny, and that is at a global level. The closer we get to an equitable and safe society for everyone, specifically for the rights of girls and women, then that’s a component of the pathway for us to get to climate solutions.

Ahhh, there it is. Earlier, though, she accidentally let a little raw truth slip out:

I mean, you can talk about the science until you’re blue in the face right? But then when we are actually trying to sit in relationship with people, that’s a two-way street. That is an experience where you have to listen in order to engender trust and relationship, and part of the piece around this is that realizing as scientists, we’re trying to broker power and authority in the public. We’re trying to gain agency and authority, in order for the science that we are stewarding to be integrated into public decision-making. But that piece around brokering for power, man, you gotta get curious about that, right? Because there’s all sorts of lines that divide our culture around, who is trusted? Who gets buy-in? Who has authority?

And that’s what it’s REALLY all about; for the Left, it always is. They can’t ever keep the mailed fist hidden in the velvet glove for very long. I got lots more to say about that, but I’m going to hold onto it for another post.

The crazy bint then went on to have a total moonbat-meltdown on Twitter over having been “disrespected” and “patronized” by the men in the discussion, which I find quite a bit less than surprising (before tootling off to a “sexual harrassment” meeting, naturally). Yeah, I can totally see this seized-up nutbar engaging in a calm, rational, trust-and-relationship engendering chat with a truly well-informed skeptic expecting to bring him or her around to Her Truth on the climate-change scam. I’d give her about a sentence and a half of being able to maintain her obviously precarious sang-froid before going bughouse and getting violent, no more.

A lot of religious discussions seem to end that way, you know.

(Via MisHum)

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Different worlds

The real world versus…that other thing.

Their racism, sexism, and other -isms and -phobias are all so stupid that you can’t help but point at their prejudices and laugh, which really sets Shoveling Bull on the warpath because to her and her elite pals, it’s all so very, very serious.

They actually believe this bigoted garbage. And they hate us because we don’t. And they really hate us when we laugh at them.

But how are we supposed to react? Are we supposed to take them seriously? Nah. We look at people for who they are. Some guy used to call our criteria for evaluating others “the content of their character,” but our alleged betters now dismiss that crazy talk as the ravings of some Christian kook mansplaining away his privilege. We live in the real world, where this nuttiness doesn’t fly, as opposed to an elite that lives in the institutional nuthouses of academia, the media, and the Democrat Party where this nonsense is their secular religion. With them, it’s a constant struggle of the unoppressed oppressed bickering over the spoils of victimhood.

Think about your life as a Normal. You’re always interacting with people of all races, ethnicities, orientations, and creeds. And statistically, you deal with people more Indian than Elizabeth Warren every day, which isn’t hard since statistically pretty much everyone is more Indian than Elizabeth Warren. Hell, my wife – a Cuban immigrant – did one of those DNA tests and she’s more Indian than Elizabeth Warren. Really.

We’re too busy to care about immutable characteristics, and even if we weren’t we wouldn’t do it because we think caring about that stuff is stupid. Our elite, on the other hand, appears to have nothing better to do than obsess about who fits in what category. Why? Well, our elite’s track record over recent decades is pretty much an unbroken series of failures and fiascos. Since they can’t actually do anything, they really have little else to distinguish themselves with besides their membership (or fake membership) in some oppressed group.

It used to be “Those who can, do; those who can’t, teach.” Now, it’s “Those who can, do; those who can’t teach oppression studies down at the university and dress up like handmaids to protest due process.”

Yet, these are the people who think they should be ruling over us. They think we’re the mindless idiots, and they can’t even see past someone’s skin tone. Pathetic.

Actually, for the more cunning of them it’s not so much that they think we’re mindless idiots as it is that they need us to be mindless idiots, and are frightened half to death that we might not be. And that, in turn, is why they hate us: they have this nice little ideological pigeonhole all prepared for us to be shoved into, and damned if we don’t keep spoiling The Plan by refusing to fit into it.

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Axl WHO again, now?

You didn’t expect anything less from Hollywood celebs, I hope.

he message from the aging rock star about the California Republican was succinct:

“F*ck Nunes.”

Those gripping words were tweeted earlier this year by Axl Rose, the frontman for Guns N’ Roses. The rocker apparently was miffed after Rep. Devin Nunes (R-Calif.) suggested that the Obama administration spied on Donald Trump’s presidential campaign in 2016. (Rose’s appetite for destruction isn’t just the title of his band’s most popular album: During a concert shortly after the election, he beat an oversized pinata depicting the new president.)

The profane tweet by Rose—who now looks like the homeless love child of Sam Kinison and Ethel Merman—earned nearly 30,000 likes.

Rose is one of many celebrities hoping to dump some cold November Rain on Nunes’s reelection next month. The lawmaker who President Trump on Thursday saidshould get the Medal of Freedom for “what he has gone through and his bravery” is a top target of the Left for leading the investigation into the biggest political scandal in U.S. history: The weaponization of the nation’s law enforcement and intelligence apparatus to infiltrate a rival presidential campaign and undermine an incoming administration.

Hopefully resulting in justice at last being served on Obama, Her Herness, and the rest of the Coup Clux Clowns, with all and sundry being fitted for some nice orange jumpsuits with inmate ID numbers stenciled on.

If this seems like overkill, it is. Celebrities are running cover for congressional Democrats and Obama loyalists terrified at what the Nunes investigation will yield. They are trying to bully him into backing down; his opponent confirmed that if Rep. Adam Schiff (D-Calif.) replaces Nunes as chairman of the House Intelligence Committee next year, Democrats would begin investigating Nunes himself.

But Hollywood’s intimidation tactics against Nunes aren’t working. He continues to pressure the president to declassify documents related to so-called FISAgate, and his committee will soon postthe transcripts of more than 70 witnesses who were interviewed about their role in the scandal. An outspoken critic of Rosenstein, who signed the final FISA application on Page, Nunes and some of his Republican colleagues have threatened to impeach him for blocking congressional demands for information.

While Nunes has raised the ire of the Left, he has earned the respect of the president and many rank-and-file Republicans. Making sure Nunes’s investigation continues after the midterms should be a key talking point for party leaders over the next few weeks. Celebrity outrage at Nunes underscores how serious and damaging this scandal is for the Democrats. Otherwise, just like the Clinton email scandal, everyone will get off the hook. Again.

Such a dismal outcome would be proof positive that not only is the Deep State real, it’s also pretty much invincible.

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It’s a white thing

And I don’t want to understand.



The thug yelling “Yeah, you little white motherf**ker. Yeah, you’re a f**king whitey, a little whitey, aren’t you?” appears to be a “f**king whitey” himself, at least to judge from his pasty white calves. So are most of the other protesters. But, rather in the way all those white ladies on “The View” kept going on about “old white Republican men” during the Kavanaugh business, for an increasing number of white people, sneering at your fellow white people as “white people” is the preferred epithet. This is sad and at one level psychologically unhealthy – like living in a ward full of self-proclaimed Napoleons laughing at the one guy who isn’t. But on the other hand it shows diversity is now so deeply ingrained that white folks can celebrate it all by themselves.

As the scenes from Portland remind us, the cold civil war – growing hotter by the day – is really between two classes of white people, even if one of them insists on pretending it isn’t.

Well, sure, but they’re the GOOD ones, see. But if that isn’t ludicrous enough for ya:

Perhaps white people who prefer not to identify as white people could become whxte people – in the same way that a remarkable number of UK businesses are now using the word “womxn”:

Companies have come under fire for using the word “womxn” instead of “woman,” after worrying the latter word excludes transgender people.

Not so long ago, in the days of “sex changes”, the point about becoming a woman was to become a woman. But now trans-women are a thing unto themselves, so the term “woman” is exclusionary. “I am woman, hear me…pipe down about it in case everyone thinks I’m being non-binary-phobic.”

A squirrel can identify as an emotional support animal, a white man can identify as a person of color, but a woman can no longer identify as a woman because that’s transphobic. One begins to detect among some of the chippier feminists a faint sense that this trans thing is a reverse phallocentric takeover of the entire woman business.

I don’t have a squirrel in this fight, but the above three stories are not the daily news churn of a healthy society.

Oh, great. Just when I was finally getting used to “wymyn” and “xyr” and all.

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Let’s just stop pretending here, ‘kay?

Ace gets down to brass tacks on Ballsey-Fraud:

I’m getting a little tired of bending over backwards to claim “something certainly happened” to Blasey. I think she’s straight-up lying.

I can’t be sure of that, of course.

But she seems to act in bad faith a lot. I can’t fly. I went to a marriage therapist to discuss the ongoing strife of a fucking second entrance we put in two years before. I never heard you wanted to come to California to talk to me, even though it was in news accounts.

The party was near the country club. What’s that? Investigators can’t find any known “party houses” near the country club? Oh, I meant the party was somewhere between my house and the country club, a 20 minute drive by car.

Wait, none of the people I named as being at the party lived in a house that conformed to my description of it? Oh there were some other people there too. I don’t know who. I guess it was a house that belonged to a Conveniently Unknown Person.

But for me, the worst example is the nasty passive-aggressive mean-girl insinauation she dropped about Leland Keyser, claiming, innocently-sounding, that she hopes that Leland Keyser gets over the “health challenges” she’s having, strongly implying that Keyser has some kind of brain-affecting progressive disease like Alzheimer’s.

Spoiler alert: It’s not. She has back and neck problems. Nothing to do with the brain.

But Lil’ Miss Innocent Baby-Talk Vocal Fry strongly implied that her “friend” was deranged.

Some friend.

So excuse me if I do not join in with the pretend “Facts don’t care about your feelings” crowd in asserting that I know, somehow, as a fact, despite the total lack of facts to establish it, that “something happened” to Blasey.

There is absolutely no actual evidence, beyond a sneaky, deceitful woman’s say-so, that anything happened, ever.

After seeing some of her fraudulent, kid-gloves “testimony” last week, my take was/is: the woman is insane. Like, clinically, pathologically not right in the head. Mentally disturbed. Truly, deeply, pathetically off the rails.

She may in fact believe that “something happened” to her; she may well believe that, whatever it may have been, it was Kavanaugh who did it. Doesn’t matter. She’s quite clearly delusional. She appeared, throughout the part of the hearing I saw, to be hovering right on the edge of a complete breakdown. I’d bet she spends a good part of her average day teetering on that same razor’s edge between “treatable, maybe” and “completely hopeless, lock-her-up-in-a-rubber-room-and-throw-away-the-key” cray-cray. Or so it looked to me, anyway.

Kavanaugh was dead-on when he testified that he believed SOMETHING must have happened to her, but he has no idea what. And maybe something, God only knows what, actually did, sending her permanently around the bend into La-La Land. Either that, or she deserves a Best Actor Oscar for her performance. Given her intricate, years-long maneuvering to prepare for savaging Kavanaugh, perhaps the thing to do is to embrace the healing power of “and” here, eh?

Update! A vote for “calculating” over “demented.”

At first, those of us paying attention were anxious to hear Ford’s story. The bits of news that preceded her appearance before the Judiciary Committee were titillating. Was it possible that this man, Brett Kavanaugh, with a thirty-years-plus record of impeccable judicial service to his country, had a dark side? Then we heard Blasey Ford “testify.” How anyone who listened to her practiced, phony childish act could believe that this was not calculated is a mystery. She was obviously scripted, coached, and performing.

Perhaps she did not expect to have to appear before the committee. She and her handlers may have assumed that the taint of her accusation would bring about his withdrawal from the nomination or that Trump would withdraw it. Guess they have not been paying attention to how Trump operates or who Kavanaugh is. They guessed wrong.

Given the numerous falsehoods of the FBI and DOJ we now are aware of – the “two front doors” lie, the fear of flying lie, the claustrophobia lie, her polygraph lies – what seems credible now is that this was a manufactured, orchestrated setup at the outset. They used Mark Judge’s book as a template and contrived a tall tale.

And then, thanks to Lindsey Graham, Trump, and Kavanaugh himself, it blew up in their faces.

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Toxic femininity

The poster child for it.

I stopped watching Hollywood movies sometime in the mid-1970s, so when the name “Asia Argento” started popping up amid the #MeToo vagina dentata feeding frenzy last fall, I needed to be informed who she was.

Born in the West, Asia—whose name is a common Italian name for girls, and is annoyingly pronounced “AH-see-ah”—is the child of wealth and privilege. Her father Dario is a famous Italian horror-movie director with an estimated net worth of $16 million, yet like many such types, poor Asia can’t seem to just appreciate being lucky and appears to feel the need to rail against “entitles [sic] westerners” as if she weren’t the very embodiment of an entitled, privileged Westerner.

Last fall, along with the obviously deranged actress Rose McGowan, Asia became one of the loudest barking poodles in the #MeToo movement, which declared that victims should always be believed and that perpetrators should always be destroyed.

As far as I can tell from piecing together the available narratives, both Argento and McGowan claimed that Weinstein “raped” them because they faked orgasms when he was performing oral sex on them. I am aware of no accusations that he physically restrained them or threatened them in any way. But it appears that part of what has driven #MeToo is to massively expand the definition of rape to include any sexual encounter a woman might later regret. For example, in the still pending rape charge against Julian Assange, it appears that his only crime was failing to call his alleged victim the next day.

In Argento’s case, she was apparently so appalled by Weinstein’s shoddy cunnilingual skills that she proceeded to have a sexual relationship with him that lasted four years. Maybe he gives good foot rubs—I don’t know. Or maybe she’ll try to claim that the fact she had to fake an orgasm with him left her so mentally ravaged that she couldn’t help but have sex with him for four more years.

Why not? Makes as much sense as anything else does these days. But incredible as it may seem, the Argento saga gets worse—much, much worse—which you’ll see if you read on. Argento is one of the vilest of harpies in a culture so besieged by them as to resemble a scene from Hitchcock’s The Birds—enough so that she inspires a brand new category here, named specially for this affliction.

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They never learn

Another reach-across-the-aisle RINO stabbed in the back by her erstwhile admirers, McCain-style.

We have all seen those grisly stories in the news about people who adopt dangerous predators as pets only to be torn limb from limb by the very creatures they have cosseted for years. This is analogous to what is now happening to Susan Collins. The Maine Senator has frequently curried favor with the left by taking “principled stands” against her fellow Republicans on issues like Obamacare, and basked in the praise of progressives. Collins presumably thought this meant she was safe from the left’s innate brutishness when she took a perfectly reasonable position regarding SCOTUS nominee Brett Kavanaugh.

Inevitably, like anyone who naïvely believes that vicious animals can be civilized by simple kindness, Senator Collins is now being mauled by the left and its mouthpieces in the media. In what should be an eye-opening lesson, one of the organizations she has bucked her own party to defend has launched an expensive ad campaign whose purpose is to bully her into voting against Judge Kavanaugh’s confirmation. The Hill reports that Planned Parenthood, a direct beneficiary of Senator Collins’ steadfast refusal to support last year’s Obamacare repeal legislation, began running these ads against her on Wednesday:

Planned Parenthood Action Fund is going up with a six-figure ad buy targeting GOP Sen. Susan Collins (Maine) as the fight over Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh enters a crucial stretch.… Collins is facing an onslaught of pressure to oppose the nomination.

Included in the “onslaught of pressure” has been a standard tactic employed when the Democrats loose the dogs of disinformation — harassment of her family and staff. There have been profane out-of-state voicemails left on their answering machines, thousands of coat hangers sent in the mail (presumably suggesting that Judge Kavanaugh would somehow return us to that mythical age when countless women received abortions in back alleys), protesters yelling obscenities in her front yard, and of course that old lefty standby — overt threats of violence. Senator Collins told the Wall Street Journal:

In one case — and we are going to turn this over to the police, but unfortunately, of course, the person didn’t leave a name or number — but they actually threatened to rape one of my young female staffers.

The Democrats continue to behave in an utterly irresponsible manner in the Kavanaugh confirmation process. They made jackasses of themselves during the judge’s hearings, resorted to an anonymous source to defame him, and sit by as their special interest accomplices engage in a campaign of intimidation against a Republican Senator they heretofore claimed to admire. There’s a lesson in all this for “moderate” GOP politicians and the electorate. The Democrats can’t be trusted — ever. They, and the people who finance them, are dangerous political predators who will always turn on you, sooner or later.

The only real option for dealing with such predators effectively is to either put ’em away, or put ’em down.

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Achilles heels

Walsh invokes the classics:

The masked fascist thugs who ludicrously call themselves “Antifa,” routinely attack public gatherings, and Left wingers sporting “Say No to Hate” t-shirts scream at the sky at the very thought of Trump and his policies. Not since the 1960s have we witnessed such a public breakdown in moral and psychological order.

But even back then, there was the fig leaf of “protest.” The students who assaulted the Democratic National Convention in 1968 could pretend they were protesting the Vietnam War, and the complicity of the Johnson Administration’s vice president, Hubert Humphrey, in it. The riots in major American cities in this period could be attributed to black Americans’ frustration over police practices, and their impatience with the slow pace of social change. And everybody still feigned a belief in America—imperfect, perhaps, but still capable of self-reflection and a determination to do better.

Today, not so much. Socialism is now openly a goal of the political Left, mostly mouthed by small children at the behest of their red-diaper baby grandparents. Calls for violent revolution are treated by the press as perfectly reasonable reactions to the 2016 election, and of course #TheResistance has only been emboldened by its media cheering section as it seeks to plant the notion, by means most foul, that they “wuz robbed” of an election they thought they had in the bag.

What besides a profound, educationally inculcated, and emotionally juvenile hatred for the United States motivates them to such paroxysms of hysteria? For the fastidious collaborationists known as the #NeverTrumpumpkins, they are personally offended by the president’s sometimes boorish behavior and have had their skirts ruffled by his flouting of what they consider to be the sacred rules, precepts, and preenciples of “The Conservative Movement.” In reality, however, most of them are simply returning to their roots as Democrats, their brief sojourn on the Right more an alliance of convenience than one of genuine principles.

On the broader Left, their rage, like that of Achilles, has to do with death—the death of the “dream” Ted Kennedy articulated when, his personal reverie of becoming president of the United States having come a cropper, he delivered himself of these lines: “For me, a few hours ago, this campaign came to an end. For all those whose cares have been our concern, the work goes on, the cause endures, the hope still lives, and the dream shall never die.”

But the “dream”—a nightmare to most real Americans—is dying, and they know it.

It was a dream of statist control, run by experts in Washington, and brooking only token opposition from the Vichycons across the aisle. It was a dream of “fundamental transformation” of the most intimate and personal areas of our lives, including the very nature of sex. It was a New Luddite dream of zero carbon emissions, technological water-treading (except in pacifying personal electronics), and the destruction of national sovereignty.

The Obama Administration represented the high-water mark of the leftist floodtide, at least during this generation’s flood season. They thought that the eight years of misery America had already endured under the Punahou Kid’s malignant stewardship would be capped and cemented by the four-to-eight-year reign of the Dowager Empress of Chappaqua, after which the deplorable country formerly known as “America” would have no hope of recovery. And when it didn’t happen, when 63 million of their formerly fellow Americans rose up and stopped Hillary cold in the Electoral College, they lost their minds in an Achillean rage that continues to this moment and is, if anything, intensifying as it reaches its climactic breakdown.

When it comes to insanity and rage, I’m afraid we ain’t seen nothin’ yet.

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The Killjoy Left

Can these juiceless, nagging bags of misery not leave anything alone?

Guess not.

The joyous celebration of releasing balloons into the air has long bothered environmentalists, who say the pieces that fall back to earth can be deadly to seabirds and turtles that eat them. So as companies vow to banish plastic straws, there are signs balloons will be among the products to get more scrutiny, even though they’re a very small part of environmental pollution.

Accordingly, campaigns are afoot to discourage balloon releases at weddings, some states have passed laws restricting them, Clemson University ended its pre-game tradition of releasing 10,000 balloons before games, and so far at least one town in Rhode Island has banned the sale of all balloons out of concern for marine life. The town warden suggests balloon alternatives, like “posters, piñatas and decorated paper.” But can you tie a piñata into a giraffe? 

Let me make clear at the outset that I’m on the side of the sea turtles, the soaring birds, and any other creature that might be harmed in this way, so I’m inclined to err on the side of the turtles. There’s at least some science to back this up. But that’s no guarantee that the cost-benefit ratio works out, like the way it never does with climate change. If it must be, okay; neither plastic straws nor balloons make up much of my life.

All the same, there’s something just not right about these hasty adoptions of bans on everyday things. What’s the hurry? It took 120 years for the Americantemperance movement to get the 18th Amendment, and that still turned out to be a terrible idea. In just the past few weeks, we’ve heard about the rapid spread of bans on plastic straws; on balloons; on saying, “Hey, guys” to groups that include women; on “meatless” hamburgers; on crab dinners in Baltimore. Speaking of Prohibition, expect a second try soon based on last week’s study that drinking alcohol is 100% bad for you.

My real issue is that once the left identifies a problem, its favorite solution is a ban. With more or less success, the left in recent times has banned, or would love to ban, liquor, guns, national borders, plastic bags, cigarette advertising, DDT, flirting, binary pronouns, “hate speech,” prayers at graduation, team logos, Christmas hymns, wearing fur, words like “manhole,” Nativity scenes, nuclear power plants, coal, Civil War statues, petroleum, unwanted babies, toilets that flush, incandescent light bulbs, and Roseanne Barr. As with kids who get overactive from too much sugar (at least, until that’s banned), if someone doesn’t shut off the supply of things to forbid, they’ll just get more out of control. 

For sure and certain. The only thing that really needs to be banned is them. Is this next related? I suspect the authors of the book being reviewed would disagree, but I say you bet your sweet ass it is.

Haidt and Lukianoff focus on the unintended consequences of safetyism – the idea that people are weak and should be protected, rather than exposed, to challenges. Safety culture has the best of intentions: protect kids from danger. It began with a focus on physical safety – removing sharp objects and choke hazards, requiring child seats, and not letting children walk home alone. Safety, however, has experienced substantial concept creep. It now includes emotional safety, that is, not being exposed ideas that could cause psychological distress. Taken together, the focus on physical and mental safety makes young people weaker.

“Best of intentions”? Not hardly; total control is the core of the Progressivist ideal, its primary goal, and was from the beginning. “For their own good” is the Progressivist mantra rationalizing their megalomania. The Safety Nazis are Progressivists almost to a man, and that ain’t no accident. Sure, there may some dupes among them who actually do mean well. But “safetyism” has always been the slippery slope down which we’ve slowly slid into full-on tyranny.

Humans are what author and statistician Nassim Nicholas Taleb calls ‘antifragile’. We ‘benefit from shocks; [humans] thrive and grow when exposed to volatility, randomness, disorder, and stressors and love adventure, risk, and uncertainty’. Peanuts are a case in point of needing to be exposed to danger to build resilience. From the 1990s, parents were encouraged to not feed children peanuts, and childcare centres, kindergartens and schools banned peanuts. This moratorium has backfired. The LEAP study (Learning Early About Peanut Allergy) found that not eating peanut-containing products during infancy increases allergies. The researchers recruited 640 infants with a high risk of developing peanut allergy. Half were given a peanut-containing product. The other half avoided peanuts. The study found that 17 per cent of those who did not consume peanuts developed an allergy by age 5, compared to just 3 per cent of those who did consume the peanut-containing snack. Our immune system grows stronger when exposed to a range of foods, bacteria, and even parasites.

Antifragility applies to emotional health as well. When you guard children against every possible risk – do not let them outside to play or walk home alone – they exaggerate the fear of such situations and fail to develop resilience and coping skills. Stresses are necessary to learn, adapt and grow. Without movement, our muscles and joints grow weak. Without varied life experiences, our minds do not know how to cope with day-to-day stressors. Measures designed to protect children and students are backfiring. Fragility is a self-fulfilling prophecy. If you think certain ideas are dangerous, or are encouraged to do so by trigger warnings and safe spaces, you will be more anxious in the long run. Intellectual safety not only makes free and open debate impossible, it setting up a generation for more anxiety and depression.

Haidt and Lukianoff use an array of data that shows a shocking increase in American youth anxiety, depression, and suicide in the last five years, but particularly for young women. By 2016, one out of every five American girls met the criteria for having experienced a major depressive episode in the previous year – an increase of almost two-thirds over five years. There has also been an increase in male suicide by one-third, and female suicide has doubled since the early 2000s, reaching the highest recorded since 1981.

The widespread inculcation of a tremulous FUD mindset produces fearful, neurotic wretches eager to seek the protection of government from a scary, danger-fraught world. It ought to be obvious to anybody that that, too, is no accident. Via WRSA, who says: “KDT did it better a decade and a half ago.” He ain’t wrong about that, either.

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Peer pressure

Looks like another victory for the Left in their struggle to destroy normality.

“Rapid-onset gender dysphoria” among teens and young adults may be a social contagion linked with having friends who identify as LGBT, an identity politics peer culture, and an increase in internet use, finds a study out this month from a Brown University professor. The study was quickly yanked from Brown’s news releases after a transgender activist feeding frenzy, and the journal it was published in is reconsidering the publication. There is a parent and researcher-driven petition to stand behind the publication of the first study to look in detail at rapid-onset gender dysphoria.

The petition includes the following graph about gender referrals in the United Kingdom. Anecdotal and news reports, as well as the rapid recent growth in transgender treatment centers, indicates a similar phenomenon inside the United States.

“[T]he parental reports in this study offer important and much-needed preliminary information about a cohort of adolescents, mostly girls, who with no prior history of dysphoria, are requesting irreversible medical interventions, including the potential to impair fertility and future sexual function,” says the petition. “In any other group of children, these grave consequences would be seen as human rights violations unless there was significant and overwhelming evidence these procedures would be beneficial long-term.”

Actually, there’s “significant and overwhelming evidence” of the opposite, starting with the incredibly high suicide rates for the tiny handful of poor mentally-ill people who truly are gender dysphoric.

“The spirit of free inquiry and scholarly debate is central to academic excellence,” said the statement from Bess Marcus, the dean of Brown’s School of Public Health. “At the same time, we believe firmly that it is also incumbent on public health researchers to listen to multiple perspectives and to recognize and articulate the limitations of their work.”

Except on topics like climate change, on which “the science is settled” and therefore must never again be debated.

The reason trans activists went nuts is that the study reinforces what plenty of parents, public health experts, and doctors have been saying: Transgenderism looks a lot like a dangerous fad. It’s telling that their response was to demand suppressing the results. It’s also telling that Brown chose to prioritize the unreasonable demands of a tiny minority above the potential well-being of children and the process of scientific inquiry.

Because the potential well-being of children and the process of scientific inquiry aren’t useful in advancing the liberal agenda. Read the rest; as Pullman says, it’s telling, to say the very least. Which is why the Leftists at Brown are suppressing it, natch.

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Relentless

At what point do we draw a line under this and call it what it truly is: government-endrosed and -abetted harrassment and persecution of a member of a hated religion to deny his Contitutionally-protected (supposedly) right to freely practice and express his beliefs?

In June, the Supreme Court decided the case Masterpiece Cakeshop v. Colorado Civil Rights Commission, issuing a powerful rebuke to the Colorado Civil Rights Commission for its “religious hostility” toward Christian baker Jack Phillips. Phillips had refused to bake a cake for a same-sex wedding, and the commission had compared his decision to religious arguments in favor of the Ku Klux Klan and Nazism.

Now, the commission is again going after Phillips for declining to create a custom cake — this time a cake celebrating transgenderism. On Tuesday night, Alliance Defending Freedom (ADF), the Christian law firm that represented Phillips before the Supreme Court and helped him gain an important 7-2 victory, filed a federal lawsuit against the commission to forestall action against Phillips.

“The state of Colorado is ignoring the message of the U.S. Supreme Court by continuing to single out Jack for punishment and to exhibit hostility toward his religious beliefs,” ADF Senior Vice President of U.S. Legal Division Kristen Waggoner declared in a statement. “Even though Jack serves all customers and simply declines to create custom cakes that express messages or celebrate events in violation of his deeply held beliefs, the government is intent on destroying him—something the Supreme Court has already told it not to do.”

On the very day the Supreme Court decided to hear Masterpiece Cakeshop (June 26, 2017), a caller asked the bakery to make a cake with a pink inside and a blue outside, celebrating a gender transition from male to female. The shop politely declined, but Phillips believes that the same lawyer, on other occasions, requested that he create other custom cakes with messages that violate his faith — a cake celebrating Satan and a cake with Satanic symbols. The lawyer, a man identifying as a woman, goes by the name Autumn Scardina.

Shortly after the Supreme Court gave Jack Phillips his win, denouncing the Colorado Civil Rights Commission for “religious hostility,” the state began to investigate Phillips again, finding probable cause that he had discriminated against the transgender lawyer who Phillips believes placed the call.

In other words, the horribly-misnomered Colorado “Civil Rights” Commission—a mangling of language so staggering in its grotesquerie as to shatter credulity—is nothing more than the exclusive plaything of a single obssessive psychotic freak.

That’s your tax dollars at work, Colorodans. Which means that now, it’s your move.

To forestall a second round of litigation, ADF filed suit against the commission in federal court. Jeremy Tedesco, ADF’s senior counsel and vice president of U.S. Advocacy and Administration, told PJ Media his firm would “preemptively file a lawsuit in federal court to try to stop what the commission is doing.”

“We think the circumstances are uniquely aligned to do that,” Tedesco explained.

All well and good, I guess. But it couldn’t be more clear at this point that when it comes to getting these odious fascists off our backs and out of our lives, the only thing that’s ever going to do the trick is to start killing them in job lots. At the very least, this Autumn Scardina creature in particular should be doxxed, terrorized, robbed of his/her/its livelihood, surrounded by screaming, fist-waving protesters every minute of his/her/its day, and generally hounded until he/she/it breaks down into a blubbering, trembling pile of disagreggated protoplasm.

And in case anybody out there persists in making the mistake of thinking this is about cakes in any way, shape or form:

While the commission — and some liberal Supreme Court justices — argued that Phillips had discriminated against the same-sex couple in 2012 based on their sexual orientation, he constantly argued that he merely wished to opt out of creating a cake to celebrate an event he did not consider a true wedding. This was not the first time Phillips had turned town such cake orders, either. He has always refused to bake any Halloween-themed cakes, which are consistently in demand every October.

Furthermore, when Craig and Mullins requested their cake, Phillips offered to sell them anything else in the store, but they refused. Phillips was not engaging in discrimination against them — he was refusing to bake a cake that would convey a message he disagreed with.

Ironically, the Colorado Civil Rights Commission actually defended another baker who refused to bake a cake that would convey a message. In 2015, the commission declined to take up an appeal involving Azucar Bakery, which refused to bake Bible-shaped cakes with messages against homosexuality. The bakery’s owner, Marjorie Silva, said she refused to bake the cakes because the writing and imagery were “hateful and offensive.”

The very same commission that defended Silva’s free speech rights trampled on Phillips’ free speech rights. This was one major reason why the Supreme Court ruled in favor of Phillips. (The Court was also persuaded by the commission’s outrageously offensive comparison between Phillips’ religious refusal to bake the cake and a defense of Nazism, which was particularly egregious because Phillips’ father fought in World War II and liberated a concentration camp.)

If all the freak actually wanted was a goddamned cake to “celebrate” his/her/its dementia and depravity, he/she/it could have gone to who even knows how many other bakeries and gotten one easily enough, up to and including the above-mentioned Silva’s shop. No, this self-loathing abomination’s true goal is the suppression of the right to practice one’s religion freely and in peace. Bottom line:

“The most common misconception amongst people generally and people who care about religious freedom is that you can win a case and then walk away,” Tedesco, the ADF lawyer, explained. “We always tell our friends that our opposition doesn’t rest. I don’t think there’s any better example of that principle than this same commission taking up essentially the same case against the same man.”

“The Left and progressively-minded commissions like this will never rest,” Tedesco warned. “It’s just a matter of eternal vigilance.”

“If we tire out, if we become weary in defending these things, we will ultimately lose these freedoms for the next generation,” he added, ominously.

Taking this and every other God-given freedom away from those who desire only to be left alone is precisely the goal of Leftist swine, and they will never tire or relent in pursuit of it. They will rise from their own noxious ashes again and again and again, as many times as it takes, until they get what they want.

Repeat after me: they will not stop. They will have to BE stopped. Lawyers and lawsuits won’t do it. Angry op-eds won’t do it. Listening to Rush Limbaugh every day won’t do it. Voting certainly won’t do it. Nothing short of actual physical confrontation and violence will.

Well, so be it then. Kill ’em all. Let God sort ’em out. Try as I might, I can no longer see any way this restart of the long-stalled Darwinian-selection process doesn’t begin soon. As dismal as I once considered the prospect, I can no longer honestly say I give a damn. Let them reap what they’ve sown; may they have joy of their foolish, fascist choice.

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Who and what we’re fighting

Hate to say it, but he’s right. For now, anyway.

At this moment, Ohio Democrats and their Beltway masters are diligently working to steal the state’s 12th Congressional District from Republican Troy Balderson. Balderson’s Democratic opponent, Danny O’Connor, refused to concede after narrowly losing the special election and a few hours later — the county where he works — miraculously “discovered” 588 uncounted votes in a “routine audit.” When they were counted, Balderson’s lead shrank by 190. Similar skullduggery will accompany the count of provisional and absentee ballots, which will inevitably lead to an automatic recount, which will ultimately lead to an O’Connor “victory.”

What does this have to do with conservative confusion?

It’s a timely reminder that the Democratic Party is little more than a criminal conspiracy and that any conservative who sits at home during the midterms, griping about “GOPes,” will be complicit in the destruction of the republic. If this sounds over the top, think about who will take over the leadership of crucial committees if the Democrats flip enough seats to regain a majority in the House: Adam Schiff will probably become the Chairman of the Intelligence Committee — Adam Schiff! Before we go any further, think about that. This buffoon is still braying about Russian collusion even as he covers up the crimes of Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton.

Schiff’s first order of business as Chairman of the House Intelligence Committee will be to halt any ongoing investigations into Obama administration abuses of power — particularly the illegal deploymentof the FBI, CIA, and IRS against domestic political opponents of the Democratic Party, including the Trump presidential campaign. Schiff will likewise close down all inquiries into Mrs. Clinton’s copious catalogue of crimes. Having thus enabled Obama administration officials to escape justice, Schiff will then pivot to his primary goal — destroying the Trump Presidency.

OH-12 shouldn’t have been close enough for the Democrats to steal. The razor-thin majority by which Balderson won is the result of absent suburban voters who have forgotten that, after 2006, the Democrats nearly destroyed the U.S. economy and set the stage for the Obama era with all its trademark criminality. The Democrats are crooks and liars. Even worse, they are incompetent. If they are allowed to get their tentacles on the levers of power again, they will ruin everything they touch, and it will probably require more than mere votes to get rid of them next time. Conservatives can save the republic from all this by showing up for the midterms.

I repeat: he’s right. The GOPe is certainly overdue for a serious reckoning itself, as I’ve long argued here. But with Trump making serious progress hacking away at the Deep State, the first order of business right now has to be the total destruction of the Democrat Socialist Party as anything resembling a nationally-viable organization. There’s never going to be a better time; their collapse into a degenerate, hysterical horror show has provided normal Americans with an appalling picture of what they really have in mind for them.

All that said, though, I can’t quite agree with the assertion of the subhed that “the worst Republican is better than the best Democrat.” I’d posit that the worst Republican IS a Democrat—a stealth Democrat, that is. Which means that, now that the Dem-Soc bastards are letting their freak flag fly openly, they’re actually the more honest of the two. Nice thing is, as the Vichy GOPers lapse deeper and deeper into abject Trump derangement in their own right, they might just end up destroying themselves without further active measures required from us.

So yeah, we hold our noses this one last time and go vote GOP. Till now, that was a frustrating and infuriating exercise resulting only in a tacit endorsement of the endless DC circle-jerk. Now, we can do so contentedly, secure in the knowledge that the nullification of the greatest threat to whatever’s left of the American way of life might at last be on the horizon. After that, we kick Leviathan’s other leg out from under him and bring him down in a sodden heap.

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