Britain’s New Breed of Girly Men

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UK feminists are turning cartwheels over the publication of a new book, by a man, calling for an end to “toxic masculinity” and proudly proclaiming, “We don’t need to be the men our grandfathers were” ( https://fellowshipoftheminds.com/2016/08/08/british-author-we-dont-need-to-be-the-men-our-grandfathers-were/ ).

It doesn’t look like there’s really any chance of that happening.

Yes, says the boob, it’s time for men to become… well, women. Oh, not real women. Caricatures of women, even as so many feminists are caricatures of men. No wonder the transgender mob is so enthused about this book.

Well, Britain, God help you if you ever need some of those men like your grandfathers–or some of those women like your grandmothers, for that matter. If Hitler had faced your Britain instead of your grandfathers’ Britain, he would have conquered it in a matter of days–probably just by scowling at you.

If you’ve been wondering what’s wrong with Britain anymore, I suspect this guy’s book will make it plain to you.

(Thanks to Goldbug for the news tip)

Britain’s Gambling Epidemic

Poor Britain.

Take away God, take away any belief that your nation is in any way worthwhile, take away personal responsibility–and what have you got left?

Gambling?

As reported by The Daily Mail, Britain is being swept by an epidemic of gambling addiction so serious that the National Health Service has become involved, doling out medication that’s supposed to help patients stop gambling ( http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3450831/GPs-prescribing-10-000-year-drugs-wean-punters-betting-bid-tackle-Britain-s-gambling-epidemic.html ).

Authorities estimate that there are more than half a million “problem gamblers” in Britain now, a major increase over what they had ten years ago, leading to “mental health problems, family breakdown, and crime.” The main culprits appear to be these Fixed Odds Betting Terminals–gambling machines, FOBTs for short–that have been set up all over the place.

The lesson, as we have noted so many times before, is a simple one: Kill the culture, and the culture will kill you right back.

Poor Britain.