Let’s face it, the wannabe rulers of the world will never give up Global Warming. You can justify anything, no matter how costly, how violent, how oppressive, how crass, if it’s done to Save The Planet.
Now they can–and do–go back over everything you’ve ever said since you were a toddler and dig up a “homophobic slur,” whatever that may be, that you made on the playground when you were ten years old. And this disqualifies you from, well, everything. Certainly from any kind of role in public life: and you can forget about holding any job more exalted than latrine attendant.
We now treat abominable things as sacred, and holy things as abominable.
Here’s the proof we’ve all been waiting for! The jackalope is real!
As you can see by the photo–and pictures don’t lie–a skillful net hunter in Whatsit Creek, Michigan, managed to scoop up a healthy specimen of the horned rabbit. Ah! you say. “But what did he do with it?”
Well, he wanted to catch another one and breed them, but this first jackalope got away when the net broke a few minutes later.
According to modern Science, jackalopes are a product of Global Warming, homophobia, and Income Inequality. And unless taxes are raised dramatically, we are told, jackalopes will soon take over the world.
As you can see, I’m running very late today: had to shovel several tons of Global Warming off my car. Yes, I know–all the cold and snow is caused by all the warming. That’s why I heat my soup in the freezer. Global Warming also causes Homophobia, Transphobia, Income Inequality, Ableism, and a bunch of other stuff.
But not to worry, the government will take care of all of that. As long as we give them undreamed-of powers over every aspect of our lives and sign away the last vestiges of our liberties. Oh, and also submit to Global Government.
I must say those couple of months of riding my bike every day, they’ve paid off. I have much better wind than I had before I got the bike. Eat your heart out, Planet Fitness.
Yes! The Democrats running the city into the ground have come up with a brand-new crime: misgendering. “What are you in for?” the armed robber/murderer/car thief asked the new arrival in the prison. “They busted me for misgendering.” Horrified gasps all around.
So put that one on the shelf along with homophobia, Islamophobia, Climate Change Denial, and all the other new crimes dreamed up by libs ‘n’ progs.
It is their goal to make any conceivable detail of human behavior potentially punishable. That’ll keep us on our toes. When you can never go to bed without some lurking fear of the Thought and Speech Police breaking down your door in the middle of the night, that’s when the libs will be satisfied.
For the record: no matter what surgical mutilations are carried out, no matter what hormones or other chemicals are injected, no matter what anybody says, every cell, every single one of millions and millions, in a male human body remains male. And every cell in a female human body remains female. No matter what they say, no matter what they do.
New York City’s new “law” is a law against reality.
I’ve just read a 2012 novel by the late Ruth Rendell, The St. Zita Society, which reinforces my conviction that the Western world is in serious trouble. Its culture has become toxic.
Rendell for decades wrote about weirdos and their twisted lives, and won every mystery writers’ award you can think of. As if that weren’t recognition enough, she was also promoted to the House of Lords. She was not a person to dismiss lightly.
St. Zita is about life in an upscale London neighborhood, the lives of rich folks and their servants–sort of an Upstairs, Downstairs presentation. As often happens when I read a Rendell novel, I wound up asking myself, “Why am I reading this? These characters are horrible!” To which my wife always replies, “You can’t blame Ruth Rendell for that. She’s just showing you a photograph.”
Okay, the doctor and the Muslim nursemaid are nice people; but aside from them, this Hexam Place is a valley of lost souls. When the Lord demanded of Ezekiel, “Can these bones live,” the same question might have been asked of this bunch of walking dead in London.
Here are the characteristics shared by the servants and their employers, with a few exceptions not enough to matter.
They are interested in other people only to the extent of how they can make use of them.
At all times, their chief concern is how to obtain some sort of gratification, usually sexual, as soon as possible.
The only sin they seem to recognize as sin is to say anything which might violate political correctness. Otherwise, they are devoid of any moral standard. A thief or a murderer will be less despised by them than a person guilty of “homophobia”–a sin which did not exist when Rendell began her career as a writer.
They show no awareness of or interest in anything beyond the immediate here and now.
If this is a photograph of British culture today, it’s a photograph by Diane Arbus.
To make sexual libertinism the centerpiece of life is a modern experiment enthusiastically pursued in all the Western countries. Those who pursue it are spiritually dead.
“Can these bones live?”
To which Ezekiel replied, “Lord, thou knowest.”
I doubt anyone else knows the answer to that question.
But if they do come back to life, it will have to be God’s doing. Not ours.
[Warning: The images displayed in the video are quite disgusting, although they are certainly relevant. With that in mind, view at your own risk–LD.]
The United Kingdom has soared back into first place in the cultural meltdown sweepstakes, brushing aside America’s ROTC cadets in ladies’ shoes and the new Internet marketing of lingerie for men.
Britain’s entry is a car insurance ad.
See, this guy has just saved some money on his car insurance. Does he read the notice and smile, and maybe whistle a happy tune? Nope. He dons hot pants and high heels and gets out on the sidewalk where he can show off his pole-dancing moves. In the background we hear some alleged music whose lyric asks, “Don’t you wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?”
Uh, no. Absolutely, positively no.
A colleague in England alerted me to this abomination, observing that men in the UK don’t dare complain about something like this for fear of being branded Homophobic (which, you know, contributes to Global Warming and is Very, Very B-A-D).
Let me repeat a law of nature.
If you kill your culture, your culture will kill you right back.
Want to kill your culture dead? Simply set up a lot more colleges and universities than the country will ever need, staff them with insane liberal wackos, and, at great cost, fill them with millions of not-very-bright students with no particular bent for scholarship.
And just to make sure the stake goes through the heart, partner the colleges with labor unions.
F’rinstance: Student employees at the University of Washington are preparing to vote on “whether hurting someone’s feelings should be ‘grievable’ under their union’s contract with the school” ( http://www.thecollegefix.com/post/22415/ ). The union representing teaching assistants, administrative aides, and other college gofers who have never once set foot inside an auto factory is the United Auto Workers.
The key sticking point in the negotiations is whether these tender souls must be protected from any word, thought, or deed that might possibly offend them. The union wants this stuff to be “grievable”–meaning that if you’re one of these fragile flowers and your feelings get hurt, the school has to give you money and punish the ogre who bruised your feelings.
The goal is to root out “microaggression.”
Huh? What in the world is that? Well, it’s “unconscious bias,” or “unintended discrimination” which, even if the enemy of the human race has no awareness that he is being exclusive or homophobic or racist or whatevuh, “has the same effect as conscious, intended discrimination.”
This is the coming thing, a spokeswoman for the UAW said–“the next level of discourse in this country around racism, sexism, and homophobia.” It’ll make the campus “more inclusive,” too, whatever that means.
I grew up in a UAW household. I can’t imagine what has happened to that union.
Because all of the offenses of “microaggression” are done unconsciously, and without intent, virtually any human interaction may be seen as including some form of microaggression. Our cherished minorities can go on witch hunts all day long, guaranteed to bag somebody.
You won’t even know you’ve committed an offense until they bust you for it. Anything you say, anything you do–absolutely anything–might cost you your job, or whatever other penalty they make up as they go along.
How will you prepare for this next level of discourse?
Not even the realm of science fiction is safe from being commandeered as a battleground in the Culture War–as usual, because lefty loons got there first and tried to take it over, lock, stock, and barrel. Well, at least they’d made a pretty good start at taking over science fiction’s annual Hugo Awards–until they ran into some unexpected pushback from science fiction writers ( http://thefederalist.com/2015/04/08/the-hugo-awards-culture-wars/ ).
Unlike, say, the Oscars, thousands of SF fans vote on the Hugos. All you have to do is go to a certain convention, pay a small membership fee, and you’re eligible to vote for the Hugo Awards.
This made it easy for ordinary people to join in the fun: very democratic. But it also made it easy for radical ideologues to organize and lobby so that only writers who had a reliably loopy left-wing political slant could ever win an award.
But after a while conservatives in the science fiction world cottoned on to what was happening, and counter-organized–
With such success that the 2015 Hugo nominations provoked a loud and anguished outcry from the usual gang of idiots. Sexism! Racism! Ho-mo-phobia! Too many white males! There oughta be a law! Do-over, do-over!
How the conservatives accomplished this makes very interesting reading. Consult the link to the article in The Federalist.
Again we see that, to the alleged mind of the progressive, no sphere of activity is immune to being swallowed up by politics. Everything, and they do mean everything, must be made into a vehicle to push the earthly paradise that will surely be ours, once the whoopee crowd has all the power and has utterly crushed and extirpated every vestige of opposition or dissent.
Not to mention the collateral pleasure of spoiling other people’s fun. How dare they enjoy their science fiction! Oh, we’ll fix them! Arise, you victims of oppression…
But this time it looks like the good guys have won.