A nation of pussies redux

What really gets me is how none of these tremulous wretches seem to feel at all embarrassed about it.

Why we’re scared for the pandemic to end
Public transit makes us sweat. The prospect of crowded restaurants and bars is thrilling but unfamiliar. People thirsting for daily interaction now worry they’ve lost the ease with which they once socialized. For so long we’ve been looking toward a world that gathers and touches, a world where smiles are unobscured and conversations unmuffled, but the longer we’ve been denied it, the more stressful its return has become.

“COVID definitely has shifted our experience, our perception of what’s considered normal,” said Lynn Bufka, senior director of practice transformation and quality at the American Psychological Association.

Which of course was the intent all along, fool.

“We should expect that there’s going to be some period of time when how we respond to the world around us is going to be different, where we’re going to potentially feel like this is…awkward. But what can be helpful is to recognize that everyone likely feels that way to some extent.”

Speak for yourself, Poindexter.

The pandemic has forced us into a massive social experiment. We’ve never been apart quite like this before. Has COVID fundamentally changed our social lives, or simply paused them? Nearly half of Americans say they feel uneasy thinking about in-person interaction once the pandemic ends, according to the American Psychological Association’s 2021 Stress in America report. Adults who received a COVID-19 vaccine were just as likely as those who haven’t been vaccinated to express unease.

I suppose it’s a good thing that we now have a hard number on the percentage of “Americans” who are gutless, mewling pusscakes.

Experts say it’s important to acknowledge your stress during this transition.

Then promptly disregard it as the unwarranted, cowardly neurosis it is.

It’s normal to feel nervous.

No it isn’t. It really, really isn’t.

People shouldn’t judge themselves too harshly for their anxieties.

On the contrary; it isn’t possible for such sissymarys to be judged harshly enough.

Once people accept this, they can begin to take small steps toward re-integration.

I have no desire to be “re-integrated” with any such miserable worms. In fact, I’d prefer not to be associated with them in any way, shape, or form. All I really want is for them to stay as far the hell away from me as can possibly be arranged.

“The worst thing we could do is completely avoid things causing us anxiety, because avoidance can work in the short term but it impairs us in the long run. What it does, in essence, is it reinforces this notion that everything is a threat,” Wright said.

Again: the whole idea. If you aren’t familiar with the FUD principle and its usefulness as a tool of tyrannical government, you might want to rectify that.

When an activity is causing someone anxiety, engaging in it over and over can make the person less anxious. If fear is inhibiting you from engaging in activities the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention deem safe, that could be a sign you need to change your approach.

I do not give a damp fart what the CDC deems “safe.” If—after innumerable retractions, contradictions, exaggerations, and just outright fucking lies from those goobermint asswipes—you still trust a word from them even a little bit, then you have way bigger problems than any piffling “anxiety.”

Most people will easily adjust to a post-pandemic world, experts say. But for others – people with existing mental health disorders, for example, or who experienced trauma during the pandemic – re-entering society could prove more stressful.

Ahh, we finally get to the truth of the matter: those who were already bugfuck nuts anyway will be the ones who have problems.

“I don’t think that we’re going to go back to how things were pre-pandemic just because that’s the way things always were,” Wright said. 
It’s possible some people may grow more selective in their socialization. 

Oh, I can tell you for sure I plan to be myself, based on this article among other things. Way, WAY more selective.

Pedos gonna pedo

Better sit down, everyone, this one is a real shocker for sure.

BREAKING: Former President of Drag Queen Story Hour Foundation and Children’s Court Judge Arrested on Seven Counts of Child Porn

Surprising precisely no one. No one with a lick of sense, at any rate. Hold the phone though, there IS actually one (1) legitimately shocking aspect to this story, which we’ll deal with anon.

A Milwaukee County Children’s Court judge and former president and CEO of the Cream City Foundation, which runs the city’s drag queen story hour program, has been arrested on seven counts of child pornography.

Brett Blomme, 38, was arrested on Tuesday for allegedly uploading 27 images and videos of children being sexually abused on the messaging app Kik.

Blomme was held overnight and released with a signature. He has been ordered to stay off social media and file-sharing services and is not allowed near any children except the two that he adopted with his husband.

Blomme is accused of uploading the images both from his home and from the judge’s chambers.

The alleged pedophile judge was the president and CEO of the Cream City Foundation, which runs the Milwaukee Drag Queen Story Hour for local children. As of early Thursday morning, however, all articles and mentions of him had been scrubbed from their website. The links were still cached by Google’s search engine and his role remained detailed on his LinkedIn page.

The gin-yoo-wine shocker mentioned above I will phrase as a question, to wit: HOW THE FUCKING FUCK DID THIS LOATHSOME KIDDIE-DIDDLING SON OF A BITCH EVER BECOME A FUCKING JUDGE IN THE FIRST FUCKING PLACE?!?

File that one under “Questions that make you wonder where the heck God is with that next Great Flood, anyway?” While you’re all working that mental jawbreaker over, here’s something else to think on and remember:

Someone once asked Slick Willie Sutton, the bank robber, why he robbed banks. The question might have uncovered a tale of injustice and lifelong revenge. Maybe a banker foreclosed on the old homestead, maybe a banker’s daughter spurned Sutton for another.

Sutton looked a little surprised, as if he had been asked “Why does a smoker light a cigarette?”

“I rob banks because that’s where the money is,” he said.

And in accord with that, we now have the Pervert Corollary to Sutton’s Maxim: Kiddie Diddlers will reliably be found where the kiddies are. Which would make DQSH a mighty neat little setup for these monstrous freaks, wouldn’t you say?

Elsewhere, Ace dishes up the snark.

Another David French Blessing of Liberty (TM)!

Weird how it turns out that someone with a keen interest in playing sexualized dress-up games with children turns out to also have sexual interest in children.

Ain’t it, though. Ain’t it just. For those of y’all who may have forgotten, or perhaps were never even aware of the phenomenon under discussion in the first place (as a good friend of mine turned out to be today, which I was indeed shocked by), a representative sampling of what Drag Queen Story Hour looks like:

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Yeppers, all perfectly healthy, wholesome, and normal as far as I can tell. Nothing whatsoever depraved or unsettling about any of that, nosireebob. Why, who but a hate-crazed bigot could possibly take issue with normalizing it, thereby encouraging transvestism as nothing more than a viable, sensible alternative for young children to consider exploring? If you have a problem with this, then you ARE the problem, Hitler-boy. In fact, these courageous cross-dressers should all be hailed as true HEROS for putting themselves in the line of fire so nobly—helping to broaden the horizons and open the eyes of children so desperately in need of having the archaic, stifling moral values instilled in them by their narrow-minded, CisHet parents supplanted by more evolved, humane, Progressivist ones.

LOVE WINS!™, you sick, uptight, homophobic oppressors!

Christ on a crutch, but this is one fucked-up dumpster fire of a country. The more I see of daylight barking madness like this, the more I feel like the jihadis might just have had the right idea about us all along.

He’s DEAD, Jim

Hey, anybody remember back last summer when I likened the already disintegrating Zombie Joe to Max Headroom?

WELL.


I strongly advise y’all to watch the vid before dismissing this as some particularly out-there conspiracy theorizing. Cadaver Joe has clearly been digitally airbrushed in, so to speak. And it’s a piss-poor, amateurish job at that. Why, it’s as if the Shadow Government no longer cares in the least whether or not they’re fooling anybody. Kinda puts paid to that whole “they fear us” notion, I’d say. Oh, we might worry them somewhat every now and then. But deeply, seriously fear us? Nope. This ludicrously careless hack-job represents an in-your-face flipping of the bird at the very idea that The Power will ever face repercussions or consequences for its heinous crimes. It reveals quite a bit regarding some momentous matters, Numero Uno among them being our masters’ supreme confidence in their own untouchable impunity.

More, and plenty of it:

Many Twitter pundits are sounding the alarm about a video of Joe Biden briefly speaking to the press before boarding Marine One earlier today. Biden, who appeared flummoxed while briefly answering questions, appears to phase through a microphone when his hands, which are in focus, somehow jut in front of a seemingly out of focus microphone. Additionally, Biden’s hands appear much smaller than the microphone.

In the video, Biden declares he has no plans to visit the southern border amid the largest migrant crisis the country has seen in over a decade. Approximately 8 seconds into the clip, Biden’s in-focus hands somehow cross in front of a much larger microphone that is seemingly held by a member of the media. The microphone appears out of focus in the clip.

Several conservative commentators were flabbergasted by the video, suggesting that it does not seem to physically make sense, unless the microphone was digitally altered to be included in the scene, or Biden was digitally altered to be included in the scene.

As Renegade Dave says, we are now expected to accept rule by a Virtual pResident, while our hidden masters chortle from backstage at our sheeplike docility. Any Real American still clinging to the forlorn hope that elections are of any use whatsoever is nothing but a goddamned fool. A healthy fear definitely does need to be re-instilled in our loathsome ProPol class without delay—a plainspoken and inflexible refresher course on what the long-forgotten term “public servants” really means—and even more so, in the veiled powers behind the show-throne. But America’s rigged elections, alas for us all, aren’t going to do it.

Middle finger update! Darleen backs me up.

So what we have here is either Clown media colluding with Biden’s handlers to create an event where FICUS appears to be a normal, functioning President who can appear in front of the press without some secret service agent throwing himself in front of an unscripted question or…

We have a Clown Media who passes on White House green-screen productions and is laughing at everyone who spots the clumsiness of the editing. This is their big middle finger at the hoi polloi who dare might question who is actually in charge now.

Precious, don’t you think?

Ain’t it just. Maybe getting their asses kicked up between their shoulder blades, in whatever way you’d like to interpret that, would help bring them all back to reality.

Poohsecution

You’re gonna get a fair trial, followed by a first-class hanging.

A solemn silence turned collective gasp in the District of Columbia Woke Circuit courtroom as two bailiffs entered the door beside the jury box with the small cream-colored bear suspended between them, his stumpy hind legs wheeling fruitlessly to seek purchase in the unavailing air. The Queen of Hearts, presiding, banged her gavel as the little bear was seated at the table for the defense beside another rather small, darkish, furtive figure.

The Queen of Hearts peered over her half-glasses at the defendant and snarled, “State your full name and residence.”

“Winnie-the-Pooh,” the defendant said. “From the Hundred Acre Wood.”

“What is your personal pronoun?”

The bear looked perplexed. “Oh, bother,” he said. “Nobody I know has such a thing?”

“Of course they do,” the Queen said.

“Perhaps it’s ‘the’,” the bear said.

“That is a definite article, not a pronoun!” the Queen barked. “Are you an imbecile?”

“I’m not sure.  Maybe it’s ‘dear’”—

“That’s enough out of you!” the Queen said. “And let’s have no more impertinence! Do you have counsel?”

“Why, yes,” the bear said. “Mr. Kafka, who is seated beside me.”

“You are mistaken,” the Queen said. “That is a cockroach seated beside you, and the court is displeased to see it. Bailiff, please remove that disgusting cockroach from my court.”

Mr. Kafka, gesticulating in protest with all six arms and legs, had to be dragged out.

“First witness!” the Queen screeched. “Counsel for the prosecution….”

“Calling Uncle Remus,” said the prosecutor, Andrew Weissmann, famous for his exploits in the Enron case and with The Mueller Team in the old Russia collusion days.

An elderly gentleman-of-color with white beard and a kindly face limped forward and took the witness stand.

“Do you know this bear?” Weissmann asked.

“I knows a Brer B’ar,” Uncle Remus said. “But he a black b’ar. Dishyere one a white b’ar.”

“Exactly!” Weissmann said. “Dismissed.”

“Dat all?” Uncle Remus asked.

“It’s plenty,” Weissmann retorted and smirked at the jury, composed of members from the United Federation of Teachers, the Southern Poverty Law Center, and Antifa, who all nodded amongst themselves.

“A white bear!” Weissmann repeated for emphasis, shaking his head. “And not a polar bear, either. A white bear. From England. Think about it…!”

The jurors emitted growls of opprobrium.

Alas for poor Pooh; like so many unassuming, innocuous Normals out there, he never knew what hit him. Kafka himself would be paralyzed with stupefied disbelief at how Kafkaesque the world has become.

Back atcha!

Your sidesplitter of the week.

Readers are probably aware that Gab, the popular social media platform, was hacked last week. Allegedly its entire database was copied, although the encrypted details it contained (user passwords, etc.) have apparently not been penetrated. The hackers, a group calling themselves Distributed Denial of Secrets (previously labeled as a “criminal hacker group” by the Department of Homeland Security), appear to have timed releasing the news to coincide with the CPAC conservative political conference last weekend. They announced triumphantly that they would make the entire database available to “researchers”, to identify “far-right-wing extremists” who use Gab, and all the rest of the usual leftist nonsense.

Unsurprisingly, DDoS lied – or were, at least, “economical with the truth”, as Winston Churchill would have said. They (or someone at least associated with their hacking efforts) appear(s) to have attempted to extort about US $500,000 in Bitcoin from Gab head honcho Andrew Torba, in exchange for not releasing the database. They also appear to have used criminal hacking techniques to gain access to the database, not mere “innocent” tools and tricks. I’m hazy on the latter, not being an expert, but apparently more will come out in the wash. Even stranger, they’ve stated that they will not publicly release the entire Gab database, on the grounds of privacy. Seems strange for them to be concerned about “privacy” after ignoring it by criminally hacking the database in the first place!

What’s worse from their point of view is that Andrew Torba didn’t take their nonsense lying down:

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Torba has condemned threats of violence against them (or against anyone, for that matter), but some of his fans are taking matters into their own hands. They’re tracking down everyone involved and publishing online as much information about them as they can find. Personally, I can’t help but regard that as entirely appropriate. To paraphrase a Biblical theme, “Do not hack, lest ye be hacked yourselves”!

The term “weaponized autism” has been used to describe 4Chan and its enthusiastic tech geeks. Gab appears to have more than a few of its own. They’ve been digging up all sorts of information about the Distributed Denial of Secrets crowd, some of which is now online at https://yourdaddyjoey.com/Emma-Best/. Here’s what one of their number had to say (click the screenshot below to be taken to the original social media post, and read the responses).

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And here’s where the hilarity really gets its boots on and starts stompin’, Nancy Sinatra-style.

DDoS certainly seems to be a weird bunch, by anyone’s standards. Here, for example is “Emma Best”.

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This terrifying freak has a “husband,” apparently, and Hubby doesn’t seem to much appreciate having somebody turn the fucking tables on his gruesome “wife.”


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Awwwwww. Say it with me one mo’ time ag’in: WAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! Also: lolgetfucked

As the post acknowledges, Gab (and Andrew Torba) have explicitly disclaimed violence and doxing – but the DDoS crowd doesn’t appear to accept that. Instead, they seem to believe it’s fine for them to hack others, but not nearly so fine for others to employ similar techniques against them. What can I say except, “Boo hoo”?

Oh, I have a bit more to say than just that. For openers: IT’S ABOUT FUCKING TIME. The squeamishness on the side of Right about using Lefty fascists’ own methods against them, of “sinking to their level,” becoming “as bad as they are,” &c needs to cease, and I mean yesterday. Many on the Right have insisted on “taking the high road” for years now, which has gotten them nothing other than their asses kicked up between their shoulder blades. Imagine that: down and dirty gutter brawls aren’t won by sticking to Marquess of Queensberry rules. Turns out that sniffing in haughty disdain when one’s opponent proves himself so gauche as to pull a knife, in unseemly breach of all established standards of gentlemanly combat, will only get one cut to ribbons.

Our reverence for civilized conduct, honor, and fair play has become a means of attack by the Left, and a damned effective one it has become. That shouldn’t come as a surprise, though. Evil’s sole raison d’etre is to corrupt, to defile, to degrade. It doesn’t prevail through revelation, but through obfuscation. It doesn’t overcome, it undermines. Evil has always sought to turn strength into weakness, resolution into indecision, clarity into confusion.

So henceforth, every time I see some fascist freak whimpering over someone doxxing his ass in retaliation for an assault on One Of Us, I will NOT feel the slightest dismay or disgust. Nor will you be seeing any tut-tutting in sympathy from me. This websty will offer neither apology for the “offense” nor condemnation of the agent of our vengeance. Whenever some Lefty trash gets his ass doxxed—or hacked, or SWATted, or beaten about the head and shoulders with a stout stick until he quacks like a duck, even—be assured that somewhere, I’ll be standing up and cheering. With a smile on my face and a song in my heart, no less.

The Left enjoys several tremendous advantages in this struggle:

  • Absolute certainty that they will be victorious
  • Unshakable belief in the righteousness of their cause, their right and competence to rule, and their own intellectual and moral superiority over those they intend to subjugate and oppress
  • No reluctance to engage their enemies decisively; perfect clarity about their war aims and goals
  • A no-holds-barred, no-such-thing-as-a-fair-fight, rules-are-for-saps attitude towards all aspects of the war, from weaponry to tactics to how the losers will be dealt with

Meanwhile, Team Liberty dithers, waffles, and rationalizes in preference to straightforwardly acknowledging the ugly truth about The Enemy’s true nature, intentions, determination, and capabilities. In part, this is actually laudable in a way, since this attitude stems from a sense of propriety, decency, and fundamental humanity not to be found on the Left.

Which means that, laudable or not, what it also is is self-defeating—a serious opening-bell handicap which guarantees that, when the bell closing out the final round is rung, Team Liberty will have lost the fight. The sad fact that humanity, decency, and propriety are just more things the Left perceives not as admirable qualities but as additional weaknesses that can be used as weapons against us.

One of Friedrich Nietzsche’s most well-known quotes is this one:

Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.

Maybe so, maybe so. Philosophizing aside, slaying the collectivist/authoritarian monster is going to require some monstrous deeds of ordinarily kind-hearted and peaceable sorts who will no doubt shudder at the thought. Moreover, it is folly at best to imagine that the Left can be reasoned with, bargained with, or somehow rendered harmless and docile via some means other than unconstrained physical violence.

T’ain’t so, Mcgee. Yes, yes, all we really wanted was to be left alone. This, they will not do. Either we submit to them, or we stop them. At this late date, harsh and distasteful as otherwise decent people may find it, the only way we’ll ever free ourselves from the monster’s clutches is if we kill him.

Via Bill, who reminds one and all: Don’t start none, won’t be none. Amen, brother.

Not my game, I ain’t gonna play

Call it whatever you want, but a spade will still be a spade.

This Is Not Normal and I Refuse to Pretend It Is
Can we stop for a minute and recognize the absurdity of what we witnessed in a Senate Health, Education, Labor, and Pensions Committee confirmation hearing on Thursday? I turned on C-SPAN and could not believe what I was seeing. A transgender individual—decked out in makeup, jewelry, an ugly skirt, and a hairdo straight out of a 1980s Twisted Sister MTV video—came before a committee of the U.S. Senate and everyone acted like this was completely normal.

Kentucky Sen. Rand Paul was the only person on the Senate HELP committee to question Rachel Levine’s radical transgender ideology, which includes chemical (and possibly physical) castration of minor children without their parents’ consent. What did poor Rand Paul get for his courage and honesty? Charges that the medical doctor is an “ignorant’ transphobe. Where were his Republican colleagues? Sitting in their comfy chairs acting as if having a man wearing lipstick and a dress in the Senate chamber is the most normal thing in the world. They’re cowards who are afraid that the mob will come for them next—and they’re hedging their bets that the whole issue will go away before they’re forced to go on the record about all this trans tomfoolery.

We’ve regressed so far as a society that no one bats an eye when a delusional man who believes himself to be a woman is being put forth as a nominee for a vaunted position in government by the president of the United States. And we’re all just supposed to play along with this fantasy and act as if it’s completely normal. It’s not.

Shockingly, the position Levine is under consideration for is the assistant secretary of Health and Human Services. A man who denies science, believing he can overcome what every cell in his body screams—that he’s a male, packed full of XY chromosomes—is going to be in charge of directing health policy for the entire nation. What kind of mass delusion are we under that we just sit back and pretend this is good for us—for our nation, for our children, and for our health?

Now is not a time for cowardice. It’s a time to stand up and say “this is not normal” and to refuse to go along with the charade. The transgender ideology is destroying our culture. Denying basic biology in order to pacify a handful of troubled individuals—and elevating those individuals to high positions in government—makes a mockery of truth and morality, and denies what is visible to all.

They aren’t “pacifying” them, or “elevating” them. They’re USING them, exactly as they’ve used so many others who have fallen under the shitlib thrall: women, Negroes, Mexicans, immigrants and refugees, gays/lesbians, the homeless, the urban poor, the mentally ill, the handicapped, and so on. They divide people into groups; inculcate an unshakable belief in the poisonous idea of their own systemic victimization; urge them on to destructive, futile acts as the only means by which the wrongs done to them by powerful Others might be righted; and then abandon them the instant their usefulness has been outlived. Which is usually when the dumpee saps find out firsthand what REAL victimization is all about.

None of which either surprises or particularly interests me at the moment, I confess. No, the part of this story I wonder about is, did Mr Levine actually have his john-willy whacked off? Or is he among the vast majority of the statistically negligible sub-sub-sub-genus all and sundry are required to misnomer “transgenders” nowadays: a confused, off-camber dude whose unwanted courting tackle, although tucked away under cover of plus-sized women’s wear, is nonetheless intact—ie, a transvestite with, shall we say, loftier ambitions?

Whatever the case may be with this sad, addle-pated freak and his now-you-see-it-now-you-don’t clamdigger, allow me to beat the crowd with an early prediction: Mr Levine will almost certainly be our next “President.” Before you dismiss the notion out of hand, think about this: after our Historic First Black Wymrynzxx “President”—Kumala Willielicker, that would be—what the hell else in the way of Historic First etc etc is left to us? Does anybody really believe that a Historic First Hindoo, illegal alien, or Moslem would satisfy, when we have Mr Levine waiting in the wings for his chance to shine?

Better go ahead and get those bets down now, folks. Trust me on this.

Ready for “pResident” Kumala?

Because ready or not, we’ve got her.

There have been a lot of questions about Joe Biden’s cognitive condition, him putting off doing any one on one presser with the media and him not doing the traditional address to the joint session of Congress that he himself said he would be doing this month.

Then came the reports that some Democrats didn’t want him to have the sole control of the nuclear codes.

On top of all that, people are now noticing the Kamala Harris is being asked to do things that would normally be the responsibility of Biden, such as talking on the phone with and meeting with foreign leaders.

Politico framed it as Biden trying to help her catch up in an area she doesn’t have a lot of experience in and wants to concentrate on as a specialty.

So Harris was involved in Biden’s meeting with the Canadians, Biden’s first bilateral meeting, something Biden himself didn’t get to do, according to Politico. Harris also called the director-general of the World Health Organization to talk about the Wuhan coronavirus response and she’s held solo calls with Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau and French President Emmanuel Macron.

But some folks, like Sean Hannity, are looking at it more as helping Harris take over such responsibilities.

As deeply cynical an old rapscallion as I’ve come to be in recent years, even I’m on record as having figured they’d keep Cadaver Joe propped up until March or April—if only for the sake of keeping up appearances—before spiking his morning reanimator injection with cyanide and subsequently installing Willie’s Li’l Sidepiece on the throne of the Forever Junta. Gropey must be in even worse shape than was previously suspected, I guess. The shambolically-delicious Texas collapse suffered by Seatwarmer Joe ain’t something even the most mulishly delusional shitlib would be brazen enough to call confidence-inspiring. Not with a straight face, anyway.



Yeesh. It’s not even arguable at this point that the Vegetable In Thief remains competent enough to organize a circle-jerk in a Tijuana whorehouse, assuming that he ever had been. Bonchie nutshells it:

There’s a reason his wife has to do joint interviews with him at an unheard-of rate. There’s a reason he wasn’t able to get down to Texas until the disaster was well over. There’s also a reason why a man who is ostensibly president hasn’t done a single press conference since taking office. Joe Biden does not appear to be well, and because of that, he isn’t showing an ability to execute even the nominal duties of his office. That’s become so painfully obvious that it’s not really funny anymore. It’s actually scary.

Scary? Naaaah, I think it’s hilarious. The genuinely scary thing is pondering the lengths to which the guys with their arms up the back of Faux Jaux’s shirt making his mouth move seem willing to go in order to keep this faltering Democracy Theater Productions™ shitshow staggering along…and what they have planned for their captive audience when the curtain finally drops, the actors trot offstage to huddle in their secure green-room cloisters, and the house lights come back up. One thing’s for sure: the cleanup crew is going to have their work cut out for them knocking the theater back into presentable shape again the morning after, because the venerable old place has been well and truly TRASHED.

Killers in our midst

A tale creepy enough to freeze the blood.

SINCE 1970, more than ninety serial murderers around the world have been convicted after operating in hospitals, long-term care homes, and private residences with elderly charges. Between them, these nurses (mainly) and doctors (a few) have killed or injured over 600 people; an additional 2,600 deaths are connected to them but unproven. The caregiver killer deploys a subtle arsenal of insulin and opiates and pillows over faces. They hasten a person’s demise by doping them with already-prescribed drugs at higher doses, or they induce heart attacks or strokes. Another forty health care workers in this time period evaded conviction for lack of evidence beyond reasonable doubt. In the Gosport War Memorial Hospital, in England, for instance, a female physician presided over 456 deaths due to inappropriate prescribing of opioids between 1987 and 2001, with another 200 patients considered to be her possible victims. Although she was censured for “professional misconduct,” her licence wasn’t even suspended, much less was she prosecuted for manslaughter or murder.

What this means is that we could be talking about 130 suspected serial killers in North America and Europe—dozens of John Wayne Gacys and Jeffrey Dahmers—in the last half century. And these are only the ones known or suspected. There have been other care homes and hospitals with highly suspicious death rates that have never been fully explained. Like the red-light district and the lonely highway, institutional care settings are prime hunting grounds for the modern serial killer.

Aside from the home, these care homes and hospitals are also the main source of victims for women who kill. We don’t fully understand what separates these women from others of their gender. But more than half of health care serial killers are female, according to Southern California University nursing professor Beatrice Crofts Yorker. By that measure, there have been at least forty-five of them in the years since the FBI established its Behavioral Science Unit at Quantico, the subject of Netflix’s Mindhunter—even though the leaders of the unit declared to this author personally that all serial killers were male.

In 2015, psychologist Marissa Harrison and a group of women colleagues published a review of female serial killers that found they “tend to carry out their crimes over a longer period of time, have more victims . . . are frequently nurses or serve some other caretaker role.” They choose “victims who had little or no chance of fighting back.” The FBI’s Behavioral Science Unit may not have noticed it, but the phenomenon is hardly new. In the nineteenth century, American nurse Jane Topping confessed to thirty-one murders of patients in Massachusetts. In England, nurse Catherine Wilson was caught poisoning her frail charges in the 1850s and 1860s. In the early 1900s, Amelia Sach and Annie Walters ran an adoption business in the UK, but instead of rehoming the babies, they smothered or poisoned them; the total number of victims was thought to be in the dozens. Amy Archer-Gilligan, born one Halloween night in the late nineteenth century, murdered husbands to cash in life insurance policies that financed the nursing homes she ran, whose residents she poisoned. (In popular culture, her crime spree sparked a comedic play, Arsenic and Old Lace, which nicely sums up the difference in how we regard serial killers by gender.)

In July 2018, a British health care worker was arrested on the suspicion that she had murdered eight babies and tried to kill six others while she worked at the Countess of Chester Hospital, in northwestern England. Days later, there were reports that a Japanese nurse had been arrested on the suspicion that she’d injected disinfectant into intravenous bags, killing approximately twenty elderly patients in her care at a Yokohama hospital. So, this subgenre of serial murderer continues to flourish. The question worth asking ourselves is whether we aren’t looking for such killers because we don’t truly value their victims or because we cannot abandon the image of nurturing women.

I long ago developed something of an interest in the serial-murder aberration, and have read up on it a fair-ish bit over the years. Because of that, I knew already that the widespread perception of serial killers being almost exclusively white males afflicted with some kind of crippling sexual disorder, psychological or physical, is complete baloney. There are also vitally important distinctions to be made between serial killers, spree killers, and mass murderers which are ignored as a rule, except among homicide investigators, crime scene techs, and other folks who specialize in such dreadful matters.

The reality is that there have always been many more active serial killers prowling the land for prey than any of us would prefer to believe, and that although there are some commonalities to be found among ’em, the absence of reliably hard and fast markers such as gender, ethnicity, income, or intellectual capacity makes them extremely difficult to identify and apprehend. Which is why most of them…aren’t. It might not be entirely accurate to call the awful story of Madison, Wisconsin’s Capital City Killer* a typical one. But it wouldn’t be entirely accurate to say that it isn’t, either.

The only assumption it’s ever safe to make as to what ingredients are essential in the making of these monsters is a complete lack of empathy for the victims—an absence confirmed by the offense itself, rendered supremely useless for investigative purposes by its painful obviousness. Contrary to the common notion that serial killers are social maladroits who find normal, casual interaction with others all but impossible, they’re often quite charming and personable people. As the old saying goes: Ted Bundy didn’t have horns and a tail.

All in all, the facts paint a pretty scary picture for us. Serial killers aren’t necessarily easy to identify, which likewise makes it easier to become ensnared by them. Not all of their victims are stupid, unobservant hookers, intoxicated homeless people, or naive waifs. The escalating intensity of the urge to kill that drives a serial killer creates in them a persistence and single-mindedness when on the hunt that can sometimes be the only way to recognize and avoid them. The line between sensible caution and absurd paranoia is one the serial killer finds easy to blur or erase in their intended victims, a skill honed by a lifetime of manipulation, concealment, and deception. The penalty for failure to keep to the right side of that line is ordinarily an argument, maybe even an ugly end to a formerly treasured relationship. With a serial killer, though, the penalty for not paying strictest attention to the line is death.

* A soulless fiend identified only after an arduous forty-year pursuit by an early victims’ closest friend and fellow UW-Mad student, Linda Tomaszewski. He was never apprehended or tried mainly due to police corruption, bungling, disinterest, and intentional cover-up, and the case is still officially unresolved. The killer’s journey begins in Africa with the massacre of an entire tribal village, the bloody opening act of a nightmarish carnival of death whose decades-long run closed only after a US tour spanning the entire continent. It’s one of those stories marred by a most unsatisfactory ending: the demonic protagonist dies peacefully in his bed at a ripe old age, smugly taunting Tomaszewski with tacit acknowledgment of his guilt, unmolested by the hand of justice to the last. And yes, he was also a doctor, as it turns out. Go figure.

An aside: the book linked on the other end of the asterisk (Mad City: The True Story of the Campus Murders That America Forgot) is a meticulously-researched, somewhat scholarly account written by a former LEO and criminologist, for any of you weirdos who might share my interest in this admittedly unsettling topic. It might be a bit dry for some tastes, but to me the absence of leering prurience or melodrama is a good thing. YMMV, as always, but I really enjoyed it myself. For an even deeper dive into this darkest of pits, I also recommend the free download (in PDF) of the FBI’s seminal 2008 report Serial Murder: Multi-Disciplinary Perspectives for Investigators, which is universally hailed even today as the most thorough and useful study yet undertaken on the behavior, methods, and motivations of these enigmatic predators.

(Via MisHum)

Reality dysfunction

Well, this certainly explains a hell of a lot.

Anosognosia is a condition in which the patient is suffering some severe neurological impairment but does not know it. The impairment is strictly neurological, in the higher processing regions of the brain. You might, for example, be suffering from paralysis of a limb, yet be unaware of it.

There are even some extreme cases recorded in which the sufferer is blind but does not know it! The eyes and optic nerves have normal function, but the brain centers that process visual stimulus are not working. To compensate, the brain makes up a visual field, trying to use cues from memory and the other senses.

It doesn’t work very well. You keep falling over things, but you can’t understand why.

Western society seems to have fallen into something like a social anosognosia. Our collective senses are gathering information OK, more than ever before in history in fact. But our collective brain is failing to process it, and compensates by making stuff up.

These things all came to mind when I read this February 2nd column by the notoriously Woke New York Times technology correspondent Kevin Roose ”How the Biden Administration Can Help Solve Our Reality Crisis.”

Roose locates the reality crisis in two areas: “extremist groups and conspiracy theory movements.”

The only people he actually names as being an “extremist group” are the Proud Boys. His other references are to unnamed “white supremacist groups” and “far-right militias.”

Ctrl-F “Black Lives Matter”…no hits. Ctrl-F “antifa”…no hits.

Well hey, they’re the GOOD kind of extremists, see. And as Honest Joe declared after the Jan 6th insurrection, desecration of Democracy’s Holy Sepulchre™, and genocidal massacre:

No one can tell me if it had been a group of Black Lives Matter protesting yesterday, they wouldn’t have been treated very, very differently than the mob of thugs that stormed the Capitol. We all know that’s true.

Of course we do, Joe. Now, how’s about a nice cup of hot cocoa and an enema before your daily injections, eh? Then: naptime!

It is indeed true, although in a sense opposite to the one Joe intended. As Gregory Hood pointed out in an earlier column, if BLM had raided the Capitol, our political classes would have fallen over each other to appease them, kneeling reverently and draping themselves in kente cloth.

The media would have cheered to the rafters such a bold act of resistance, and corporations would have poured in donations.

If Capitol Police had then arrested any of the BLM intruders, compliant prosecutors would have dismissed all charges. Had any of the intruders been black—I believe there are a few blacks in the BLM movement—and if by mischance he had been shot dead by a white Capitol Hill police officer, there would have been national frenzy on a scale that beggars the imagination.

If the deceased had been a black female, shot without warning by a white male cop—well, the Earth would have left its orbit and gone crashing into the Sun.

Yes, Joe, BLM intruders would have been treated very, very differently. That’s reality.

And yes, we have a national crisis of reality, with tens of millions of Americans believing, like you, preposterous things that defy all reason and evidence.

Surely that’s a bit harsh, John. In fairness to President Of The Shitty Half Of Amerika Biden-Harris, he doesn’t really believe those things. In fact, he’s totally unaware of them, along with nearly everything else. He just says whatever words the guy with his hand up the back of his shirt puts into his mouth, that’s all.

A real stunner

Just when I thought there was no shock left to be wrung from my poor, calloused soul.

Former WWE talent Gabbi Tuft has come out as a transgender woman.

The 42-year-old fitness guru – who wrestled under the ring name Tyler Reks – shared the news via a press release on Thursday, calling Gabbi’s journey a ‘thrilling story of gender transitioning.’

‘Gabbi is about to share her thrilling story of gender transitioning from a former WWE Superstar, Body Builder, Fitness Guru, Motivational Speaker and Motorcycle Racer to a fun loving and fabulous female,’ the release read.

‘She has been finally set free and ready to rule her world.’

It seems Gabbi had intended to reveal the news on Friday, but she took to Instagram to address the early revelation Thursday, sharing a photo of herself beaming and posing in front of an old wrestling photo as she shared her new, authentic look.

I started to embed the photo, but there are lots more of ’em, and you really need to see them for yourself. I promise you: a bizarre milestone has been surpassed here, a bar most definitely raised.

Wow.

Mail-order degeneracy

There’s an app for that.

This app lets you order hormone blockers so you can gender reassign without ever having to see an in-person doc or shrink
Ordering invasive drugs that alter your body in permanent ways is easier now than ever thanks to a new service called Plume.

Plume seeks to help you “live your authentic life” by getting rid of yucky red tape like psychologists and doctors that might warn you about the side effects of hormone blockers.

Oh, and should you need a medical letter of support in order to remove unwanted organs from your body, all you have to do is pony up $150.

Whatever the patient wants, the patient gets! As Plume says, they be “cheering you on every step of the way.”

Generation X, Gen Z, Millenials, Schmillenials—it’s all about the D-Generation now, baby. Which calls for a tune from some old NYC buds of mine.



Perfect pick

As every intelligent person anticipated, the Biden-Harris administration is off to a wonderful start.

President-elect Joe Biden has ticked another diversity box, tapping Pennsylvania Health Secretary Rachel Levine for his assistant secretary of health, which would make her the first transgender federal official confirmed by the US Senate.

Levine made headlines last month after her department issued guidance for Pennsylvania orgy enthusiasts who wish to remain COVID-safe while engaging in group sex. The PA official also drew criticism for pulling her mother out of a nursing home after issuing a state-wide order forcing them to accept COVID patients.

Trained as a pediatrician, Levine was appointed to her current role by Democratic Gov. Tom Wolf in 2017, winning confirmation by the Republican-majority PA Senate before emerging as “the public face of the state’s response to the coronavirus pandemic,” according to NBC Philadelphia.

“Dr. Rachel Levine will bring the steady leadership and essential expertise we need to get people through this pandemic — no matter their zip code, race, religion, sexual orientation, gender identity, or disability — and meet the public health needs of our country in this critical moment and beyond,” said Biden in a statement, adding “She is a historic and deeply qualified choice to help lead our administration’s health efforts.”

For the inattentive few who haven’t yet seen a photo of this stunningly beautiful woman, I’m happy to oblige:

Freak-Rachel-Levine.jpg

A paragon of female pulchritude whose expertise will vastly improve the lives and health of all Americans, Miss Levine is universally respected and admired as a groundbreaking, courageous…as…uhhh…ummm…uhhhhmmmm…..

……

Fuck me runnin’. Sorry, folks; I tried, I really did, but that’s the last straw. I can NOT keep up this charade of conformity and compliance any longer. The truth:

Pretend pResident Biden-Harris’s emetic praise of this bloated freak is revolting, the man’s appointment an obvious slap in the face. Right out of the gate, Usurper Joe’s puppeteers are telegraphing their intention to rub Real American noses in their fraudulent “victory,” simultaneously degrading the very idea of the federal boob-o-cracy as anything more than low farce. The federal Leviathan is officially now nothing more nor less than a means by which the shit of political correctness and cultural depravity will be smeared across the gob of every dissenter from Leftist dogma, as a humiliating reminder of their total inability to do a goddamned thing about their subjugation.

And that, my friends, is the long and fucking short of it. “Unity”? I’ll die first.

Christmas ruined

No, dammit. Just…just…NO.

The latest tactic to indoctrinate children into transgenderism — convincing them that maybe they too are supposed to “change” their sex through a series of risky medical treatments — is particularly monstrous. Santa Claus is now “Transanta,” and she delivers chest binders and boxer shorts to 13-year-old girls behind their parents’ backs. 

“We are transing Santa — join us! Transness is so beautiful and we are celebrating our magic,” said actor Indya Moore, who founded “Transanta.”

Transanta is a Christmas social media campaign where children who believe themselves to be transgender or nonbinary can write letters to a transgender Santa Claus and receive gifts, many of which affirm their choice to transition. Over 900 children and young adults have posted letters to Transanta on the organization’s Instagram page. Each child and young adult creates a Target or Amazon wish list where people can send them gifts like clothes meant for the opposite sex and Visa gift cards for chest binders.

CNN, CBS News, and NBC News, all reported on the campaign positively, the last celebrating Moore for “spreading holiday cheer” and helping the most vulnerable.

Because of course they did.

No idea what the holdup could be, but I have no doubt Great Flood v2.0 will be along any minute now.

Maskhole genealogy

Misses by a smidge, but a miss is as good as a mile.

All over the country we are seeing confrontations between mask-wearers and non-mask wearers. The maskless  are typically engaging in normal activities, minding their own business, certainly not shouting at every passerby to take off their masks. Most of them keep to themselves while out, not talking to others or getting too close. Many seem to be in contact with almost no one around them until a Very Indignant™ masked person comes along to yell and holler in their face.

The maskholes, on the contrary, cannot keep their COVID-infected hands to themselves…or at least their mouths to themselves. They feel the need to follow the maskless around stores, stop their cars and scream at them from the middle of an intersection, stalk them on sidewalks yelling foul things. They are the ultimate Karens. They have convinced themselves that the fate of the world lies in the fabric covering their mouths. Worse, they have convinced themselves that the fate of the world lies in the fabric covering your mouth.

Maskholes were formerly Enviroholes (and will be again once they’ve Karen’d the virus into submission). Some of them also doubled as Taxholes. When the mask thing came along, they slipped right into it. It felt cozy and familiar and the fit was just right.

All these conditions are the result of an outsized need to save the world, which is rooted in helplessness.

They don’t really want to save the world; they want to run it, to control everybody in it. For our own good, of course. Despite the misstep, the author seems to be aware:

To Karens and maskholes.

There are a lot of people running around America right now who aren’t really concerned about the virus. They are just concerned about your compliance, about your refusal to follow orders because the orders will bring control and control is how we thwart God’s sovereignty. Or so we believe.

Look once more at the video of this man. He is stalking a woman with no mask on, but he doesn’t seem to be the least bit concerned for his health or safety. He isn’t worried about getting the virus from her at all. If he were, he would have immediately left the store and sought safe air elsewhere. When people are frightened for their lives, their first instincts are to either run or freeze in terror. This man marched up and down the store aisles just to scold a stranger.

He wasn’t worried for his life at all. None of the maskholes are. They wouldn’t be out of their homes if they were.

No, they are not scared to die of COVID, they are angry that you’re not “following the rules” while they are. It’s not fair. These are the same people who believe the best solution to the success gap is to level the playing field by punishing success. If their lives are miserable then yours should be too. If they don’t want to use plastic bags (even though everyone prefers them) then you shouldn’t use them either. If people won’t make the “right” choices then they should be forced to make the “right” choice because it’s only fair.

Bingo. Meddlesome, obnoxious jerks like this are nothing new, though. We’ve always been plagued by ’em—lecturing, preaching, scolding, preening, their innate superiority forever on display. In years past they’ve been referred to as bluenoses, busybodies, buttinskis, snoops, snitchers, squealers, tattletales, Nosy Parkers, and quidnuncs. Today they’re Maskholes and Karens; tomorrow, they’ll be something else. Because the one sure thing is that these, we will always have with us. Maybe Dana Carvey captured the gist of their prim, joyless, juiceless nature better than anybody has yet:

They should ask themselves why we hate them. Unfortunately, it would never even occur to them; the Busybody’s core delusion insists that we’re all in total awe of them, couldn’t possibly get along without them, and are keenly awaiting further instructions.

Fleeing the nest they fouled

Instead of moving down here without invitation or encouragement and ruining our homes for us the exact same way you did your own, consider giving NOT VOTING FOR ANY MORE SOCIALISTS a try, maybe.

More than 300,000 New Yorkers have bailed from the Big Apple in the last eight months, new stats show.

City residents filed 295,103 change of address requests from March 1 through Oct. 31, according to data The Post obtained from the US Postal Service under a Freedom of Information Act request.

Since the data details only when 11 or more forwarding requests were made to a particular county outside NYC, the number of moves is actually higher. And a single address change could represent an entire household, which means far more than 300,000 New Yorkers fled the five boroughs.

Whatever the exact number, the exodus — which began when COVID-19 hit the city in early spring — is much greater than in prior years. From just March through July, there were 244,895 change of address requests to destinations outside of the city, more than double the 101,342 during the same period in 2019.

The escape from New York is fueled not only by coronavirus concerns, but economic worries, school chaos and rising crime, experts say.

Michael Hendrix, director of state and local policy at the Manhattan Institute, which has commissioned surveys about the state of the city, was not surprised by the data.

“I think people are afraid,” Hendrix said. “They’re afraid of catching a deadly virus and they’re afraid of crime and other quality of life concerns. One thing we also hear is about trash and cleanliness of the city.”

Since I’ve expressed my thoughts on this ongoing saga several times already and no longer really give much of a damn about it, I wouldn’t have bothered posting on this particular installment unless it had some aspect I found odd or amusing. I’m pretty sure y’all caught what that aspect might have been, right?

What he said

Can’t argue with this. I mean it literally can’t be done.

The way Trump—the way China will respond is when we gather the rest of the world that in fact [unintelligible] in… in… fr- in in in in open trade and making sure that we’re in a position that the world uh that, that we deal with WHO the right way that, in fact, that’s when things begin to change, that when China’s behavior is going to change.

Absolutely! Thanks for “clearing that up” for us there, Gropey.

America in trouble

The Biden saga is about more than just Biden, and more than just corruption, even.

Even if Joe Biden were guilty of unethical or illegal conduct while in office; or were now in a position where he could be blackmailed as a president either because of his own misdeeds or Hunter’s…

…millions of Democrat voters would either not know because of DNC-driven media blackouts on the story; or if they did find out, would either not mind, and even kind of admire Biden for his chicanery, or else instantly dismiss the story as “right wing propaganda”—meaning that between the transformation of media outlets into propaganda organs for the Democratic Party, voter indifference/amorality, and voter gullibility, it would be as if those misdeeds had never happened.

In addition, the likely refusal of the FBI and Department of Justice to go after the Bidens—just as they have refused to go after the Clintons and a host of other clearly guilty malfeasants—would also help render the misdeeds effectively non-existent, even if they constituted the rankest bribery and a clear violation of the Emoluments Clause of the Constitution.

And what this all amounts to is just one more indication, among many others too numerous to mention in this article, that the world’s greatest democracy is in far deeper trouble than even most conservatives recognize; that’s true even if Trump wins. If your press is so outrageously partisan and screwed up, that even your publicly-funded national broadcaster, NPR, can refuse with impunity to report on what must be one of the biggest political stories of the year, if not the decade, and almost all other outlets join in the obfuscation and distortion, then you don’t have anything better than Brezhnev-era Pravda. You don’t have “reporting”. You have propaganda—mythmaking—lying—in service to a partisan quest for power. And by the way…how long until Fox falls? It could be next week, next month, any time. And when it does fall…then what?

The point is: You can’t have a functioning democracy unless the citizens first care about facts, and then, have access to those facts. Even then, democracy is fragile. Even in the best circumstances, where everyone’s conscientious and the facts are known, people come to different conclusions, or get things wrong.

So…are the Bidens corrupt?

My First Answer: I’m going to go with yes, yes, and yes. I don’t think they’re All-Star Thespians. Hunter’s been running around for years selling lobbying access to his father, who has at times changed American foreign policy in response, and who has repeatedly enabled and covered for his son’s shenanigans, if he has not profited from those deals himself in the end. If that’s not corruption, nothing is.

My Deeper Answer: Yes, the bad news is they’re corrupt, but the worse news is, it doesn’t really matter anymore. Half the country either doesn’t know about the corruption, doesn’t mind, or wouldn’t mind even if they did know; a mendacious, unaccountable media is covering for the Bidens; and federal law enforcement can’t be trusted to hold the Bidens accountable anymore.

And that’s a story about the country more than about Joe Biden. He’s corrupt, but the country itself is breaking, and breaking ever more deeply. That’s the real story here, and I hope it has a happy ending.

It might, or it mightn’t. Problem is, such happy endings are always dearly bought, paid for in blood, treasure, and misery.

Roll over, Beethoven

Wheat from chaff.

The habitual, two-tiered way we talk about classical composers is ubiquitous. For instance, coverage of an early October livestream by the Louisville Orchestra praised the ensemble’s performance of a “Beethoven” symphony, and the debut of a composition memorializing Breonna Taylor by “Davóne Tines” and “Igee Dieudonné.” But ubiquity doesn’t make something right. It’s time we paid attention to the inequity inherent in how we talk about composers, and it’s time for the divided naming convention to change.

And just never anyone mind about the “inequities” inherent in the abilities of said composers, and the work they produced.

As we usher wider arrays of composers into our concerts and classrooms, this dual approach only exacerbates the exclusionary practices that suppressed nonwhite and nonmale composers in the first place. When we say, “Tonight, you’ll be hearing symphonies by Brahms and Edmond Dédé,” we’re linguistically treating the former as being on a different plane than the latter, a difference originally created by centuries of systematic prejudice, exclusion, sexism, and racism. (Dédé was a freeborn Creole composer whose music packed concert halls in Europe and America in the mid-19th century.)

Going forward, we need to “fullname” all composers when we write, talk, and teach about music. If mononyms linguistically place composers in a canonical pantheon, fullnaming never places them there to begin with. When we say, “Tonight, you’ll be hearing symphonies by Johannes Brahms and Edmond Dédé,” we’re linguistically treating both composers as being equally worthy of attention.

Even if they’re, y’know, NOT.

Musicians, academics, and teachers have a lot of work ahead to confront the racist and sexist history of classical music.

Which, naturally, is a given. For certain types of overly-precious idiots, anyway.

Fullnaming composers, especially those who have been elevated to mononymic status by this complicated history, will challenge us to at the very least afford the same respect to all of the individuals whose music we talk and write about. When we do return to the concert halls, let’s return to concerts that play Ludwig Beethoven alongside Florence Price, and Edmond Dédé alongside Johannes Brahms.

Meh. Get back to me when one of your no-name also-rans produces something anywhere near as powerful and influentional as a Le Nozze de Figaro, a Die Zauberflote, or a Jupiter Symphony; an Emperor Concerto, a “Pastorale” or “Fate” Symphony; a Swan Lake or Nutcracker Suite; a Thieving Magpie, Barber of Seville, or William Tell Overture.

I won’t be holding my breath, nor should anybody else. The above are all deathless, iconic compositions whose richness, beauty, and depth have stood the test of time to become potent totems of Western culture itself. To even obliquely suggest that the atonal cacophony or masturbatory noodling typically puked up by ANY modern composer automagickally qualifies such flyweights to even sweep a Mozart or Beethoven’s workspace—because RACIST!™—is to drive home fully how preposterous and contrived any notion of “equality” among creative types is.

But then, by casually excreting that little “racist and sexist history of classical music” buttnugget of yours, you’ve given away what it is you’re really all about…and it is NOT music. So let’s all just get right down to the nitty-gritty here, shall we? Just like every other Leftist, it’s actually Western culture you have a problem with, and not some silly-assed “fullnaming” horseshit.

Black days

As you all know, as of yesterday all American women have been stripped of their sacred Right To Choose™ to have their unborn children dismembered in the womb, or to have the infant set aside to die of starvation while still moist from having still been in it immediately beforehand. Likewise, Women’s Health Care™ (another synonym for abortion, according to every dictionary in history, ever) is now a thing of the past also.

These precious rights and so many, many others—all precisely and explicitly enshrined in our precious US Constitution, although good luck finding anything resembling that in the actual text of that outdated, deeply flawed piece of shite—become now only the stuff of mist and memory with the illegitimate, illegal, and brazenly contra-Constitutional swearing in of the evil witch Amy Coney Barret to sit on the now-defunct and meaningless US Supreme Court, by none other than that shuckin’, jivin’, spear-chuckin’, watermelon-suckin’ moon-cricket himself, Uncle Tom “Clarence” Thomas.

As I was driving around for work earlier, I couldn’t help but notice the total absence of any females sharing the streets with me. Then, like a flash, the truth hit me: upon ACB’s swearing-in, all American women were doubtless taken into State custody; forcibly impregnated; swaddled in one of those silly red schmattas a la Handmaid’s Tale; and locked into some remote gulag to be held in durance vile for the duration of this national ordeal.

Most foresighted, judicious take on this darkest of all days? Gotta be the one elucidated by that reliably high-minded, never-hysterically-partisan statesman Chuck Schreecher:

At the end of this sordid chapter in the history of the Senate, in the history of the Supreme Court, my deepest and greatest sadness is for the American people. Generations yet unborn will suffer the consequences of this nomination.

Izzat right there, Chuckles? As in, “suffer the consequences” of being permitted to, y’know, ACTUALLY BE BORN INTO THIS WORLD?!? In contrast to being ripped to bloody bits, the victim of a last-ditch act of birth control?

You really, REALLY sure that’s the argument you want to be trying to make here, genius?

All sarcasm aside—okay, most of it, maybe—The Notorious ACB’s brief post-swearing-in statement was truly a thing of Constitutional Originalist beauty, for those dwindling few of us who fervently wish we had adhered to the thing properly rather than negligently allowing the Left to incrementally burn it down to ashes.

I have spent a good amount of time over the last month at the Senate; both in meetings with individual senators and in days of hearings before the Senate Judiciary Committee. The confirmation process has made ever-clearer to me one of the fundamental differences between the federal judiciary and the United States Senate, and perhaps the most acute is the role of policy preferences. It is the job of a senator to pursue her policy preferences; in fact, it would be a dereliction of duty to put policy goals aside.

By contrast, it is the job of a judge to resist her policy preferences.  It would be a dereliction of duty for her to give in to them. Federal judges don’t stand for election, thus they have no basis for claiming that their preferences reflect those of the people. This separation of duty from political preference is what makes the judiciary distinct among the three branches of government. A judge declares independence not only from Congress and the president, but also from the private beliefs that might otherwise move her. The judicial oath captures the essence of the judicial duty; the rule of law must always control.

My fellow Americans, even though we judges don’t face elections, we still work for you. It is your Constitution that establishes the rule of law and the judicial independence that is so central to it., The oath that I have solemnly taken tonight means at its core that I will do my job without any fear or favor and that I will do so independent of both the political branches and my own preferences. I love the Constitution and the democratic republic that it establishes, and I will devote myself to preserving it. Thank you.

ZOMG, no WONDER the Left simultaneously hates and fears this madwoman so desperately! She’s clearly a wild-eyed, fanatical, extremist zealot!!

Okay, okay, OKAY. /sarcasm. No, seriously, you guys. I mean it this time. Until I don’t.

There are more than just a couple of sweet, sweet aspects to this, aside from not only getting a third Trump appointment onto the Court but one who to initial appearances looks like being a thrice-worthy antidote to Chief Justice Roberts’ toxic stealth-liberalism.

For starters: the oath of office was indeed administered by the great Clarence Thomas, a gifted legal mind whose staunch Originalism has graced the Court and blessed the American people well beyond anyone’s fondest hopes. Thomas has grown into his exalted position with aplomb, having authored some of the most well reasoned, meticulously constructed, and logically unassailable opinions and dissents ever—opinions that stack up quite damned well, thanks, with any other Justice I can think of throughout our history.

Thomas now bestrides the US Supreme Court like an almighty Colossus, and rightly so too. The man is no less than one of the best we’ve ever had in the position, and we’re fortunate indeed to have him there. But there’s also another little matter to consider here: AJ Thomas was also the man whose horrifically sordid and disgraceful Senate hearings—a “high-tech lynching,” as he himself so aptly described it—marked the early phase of the Demonrats’ transformation of the advise-and-consent process into no more than a pornographic Ringling Bros & Barnum & Bailey circus act.

And guess who one of the marquee performers in the revolting, abusive 1991 ordeal Thomas stalwartly endured might have been? Who, in fact, was not only a participant in the shameful mess, but was actually the chairman of the Senate Judiciary Committee at the time? Why, none other than ol’ Where-Am-I Biden, his own ever-despicable self.

But wait, it gets better yet. I’ll just let JJ do the honors.

Amy Coney Barrett was sworn in last night after being confirmed by a Harry Reid simple majority in the Senate. The swearing in of Justice Barrett to take the empty seat on the Supreme Court is filled with a number of metaphors as well as at least one deliciously ironic coincidence; yesterday was Hillary Clinton’s birthday. Just over four years ago, the now deceased predecessor of Justice Barrett, who was no spring chicken even then and a double cancer survivor was urged to step down so that Barack Obama could appoint her successor, one who would be equally anti-Constitutional. But no. She was determined to bitterly cling to that seat so that she could live to see her successor sworn in by Hillary, who was after all, a 100% lead pipe cinch to be the first female president (the jury is still out as to whether or not that was, in fact, Obama or James Buchanan). If you’re reading this post wherever you are, how did that work out for you?

No way to really know for sure, but I’m imagining a scenario along these lines: a large spit, rotating ever-so-slowly over one of Hell’s hotter fires, with Ol’ Scratch Himself rolling a TV over by RGB, so’s she has to watch the ACB swearing-in on an endless—or should I say eternal—loop while she’s charbroiling. I’m envisioning something very similar for HILLARY!™ on her arrival, too.

FLASH!!! BREAKING NEWS!!! MAN BITES DOG!!! PIGS TAKE FLIGHT!!! STOP THE PRESSES!!!!

Hold onto your hats, people. Sit down, swallow whatever you might be drinking, and brace yourself for the most unexpected, unprecedented, and incredible event since the Great Flood.

Ready for it?

Here we go: Today, on some rando’s podcast blatherfest, JOE BIDEN ACTUALLY SAID SOMETHING THAT’S TRUE!!! Probably for the very first time in his entire worthless life!

Inadvertently, natch.

Was he misspeaking or just opening his mouth and removing the filter between his brain and mouth? Was it a Joe Bidenesque Freudian slip sniff?

Biden was holding a rare campaign event – via video – when he boastfully proclaimed that his campaign operates “the most extensive and inclusive voter fraud organization in the history of American politics.”

Worse? He was cribbing from notes.

CF FACT CHECK: The claim that Joe Biden said something that was not a bald-faced lie, whether on purpose or not, has been rated by our investigative staff as 100% percent ACCURATE.

Verily, the End Times are nigh.

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