Well, here we are again, letting wokies walk all over us and shove their America-hating garbage culture down our throats. Why do we let them do it?
As of the end of this baseball season (and who’s paying attention to it?), there will be no more Cleveland Indians. They will be renamed “the Guardians.” As in Manchester Guardian, a far-left noozepaper.
And now it’s catching on all throughout professional sports. Eager to outdo Cleveland, the Cincinnati Reds will be renamed the Cincinnati Birthing Units. It was going to be Cincinnati Parents, but a commissar rejected that as “not inclusive enough.”
Said club president Roscoe Ringworm, “The American people are only a nation of toddlers at best. They need us to take care of them–and that’s what Birthing Units do.”
Not to be outdone by teams in Ohio, the San Francisco Giants have announced plans to change their name to the San Francisco Things. The Giants’ All-Star utility infielder, Greg Pfart, explained, “‘Things’ can mean anything! It doesn’t get more inclusive than that!”
Ah–but it does, according to the team long known as the New York Yankees but about to be renamed “the Nothings.” Said General Manager Ike Schmendrick, “The word ‘Nothing,’ by excluding everything, automatically includes everything!” Mr. Schmendrick went to college once and never got over it.
Do you ever get the impression that Far Left Crazy just wants everyone to disappear?
I saw four videos yesterday that made me fear for the long-term survival of our culture. Count ’em–four.
*The man who’s supposed to be our president babbling incoherently about a man in the moon and aliens.
*A rash of brawls, stabbings, and shootings at various Walmart stores throughout the land. Crashing one’s car through the storefront seems to be growing more popular.
*In broad daylight, various cruise ships and cargo vessels, presumably with the captain and officers awake and aided by electronic navigation equipment, crashing into the dock or into other ships. This really should not happen.
*A horrible set of serial murders centered around our Yosemite National Park–singularly savage and heartless crimes.
Maybe that has something to do with why I slept poorly last night and felt so tired and crabby all morning.
Really, this stuff has to be stopped. Our civilization won’t stand it.
But like I say, kill the culture and it’ll kill you back. I honestly don’t remember the nooze being anywhere near so awful when I was a boy.
Patty decided to clean out our spam cache today. There were over a thousand items in it.
This included a staggering number of sexual enhancement ads. I will not quote them here. Insta-Hard. Rock-Hard. Secrets of Secret African Penis Cult. A more pathetic assemblage cannot be imagined.
I wonder what some archaeologist will think if, a couple thousand years from now, he discovers and reads our spam cache. “Were these people really that obsessed with the size of various body parts? No wonder their civilization collapsed.” I mean, what must we look like to a stranger, if the spam cache is the only thing he sees? What if that’s all that’s left of us? That, and assorted get-rich-quick schemes that wouldn’t fool a puppy.
Are there really that many people out there all lathered up to buy these products? Is the male half of our population really and truly that badly lost? (For some reason, or maybe no reason, they haven’t been sending us products pitched to females. Go figure.)
I pity our posterity. And I pray they’ll do better than we have so far.
Way back when, I taught at Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute. It was an engineering college then. Its graduates were expected to be able to design and build things that wouldn’t fall apart.
Now RPI has an “ethnomusicologist”–do you know what that is? does it have anything to do with engineering?–who has organized a major academic conference [groans offstage] to “explore” pop stars like Taylor Swift… and especially in regard to “the whiteness of her fans.” Am I wrong, or are these people starting to sound like Captain Ahab? Obsessed with killing the White Whale.
Well sheee-it! boys ‘n’ girls–that bridge you designed and built just collapsed with 200 cars on it, but so what? You’re clued into the whiteness of Taylor Swift’s fans! Really, what more could anybody ask in an engineer?
Damn, everything’s racist! You just can’t have any fun anymore! Gotta ban everything.
This year’s Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue is the first to feature a fake woman on its cover–a man impersonating a woman, but they call it “transgender” and you’re supposed to “celebrate” it… or else.
I am not going to reproduce that cover. Here are three dinosaurs instead of three swimsuit models who actually all look like they’re the same person (only one of them’s a man who says he’s a woman).
SI brags that the three sex objects–oops, I mean “models”–on the cover “are all different!” No, they’re not. Yeesh. We were just writing about robots an hour or two ago, and here are three alleged humans who might as well be robots.
Yes, I hear you: “C’mon, Lee, don’t be a prude, show us the cover!” But in fact the cover’s no big deal: you’ve already seen its like a thousand times. The only thing different is that one of the “women” is a man (pray for his mother). They look like they came off an assembly line.
How great a weight of perverted idiocy can we pile on our civilization before we flatten it?
A story I reported last Friday has stuck with me and, I fear, convinced me that our whole civilization has gone haywire: to wit, the decision by Ontario “school officials” (euphemism for dunderheads) to teach 9th graders that 2+2 isn’t 4 (https://leeduigon.com/2021/07/16/when-22-aint-4/).
Look at the scenery, dude, and tell me this is not a horror movie. Men are women with penises. Woman are men with vaginas. Right answers to math problems are racist. We have to stop talking about “shark attacks” because it’ll hurt sharks’ feelings.
The question is, For how long can you run a civilization on pure babbling nonsense before it crashes and burns? Like, if the math is wrong, the bridge will fall down, the plane will crash, the medicine won’t make you better… etc., etc. And meanwhile they’re purposely and energetically teaching children to hate and fear each other based on race.
How much longer can this last?
He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh; the Lord shall have them in derision. Then shall He speak unto them in His wrath, and vex them in His sore displeasure… Psalm 2
We appeal to the Judge of all the earth to save us when this carnival of lunacy goes up in smoke.
When I was a little boy, there were at least three Bibles in the house–not counting my own, given to me in 1958 at Sunday school–and I don’t know how many books of Bible stories. My Uncle Bernie was a Methodist Sunday school teacher, and my Aunt Betty was a teaching nun. Yes, the kids in our family knew who their Savior was. The family saw to that.