If the current trend for everyone who ever lived before us being judged on the social and moral mores of our times rather than their own continues, one wonders how the present day will fare in the future’s cultural courtroom. How many individuals and attitudes will be found not guilty and how many will be condemned to eternal damnation without the hope of redemption? I’ve long suspected some of these individuals and attitudes will eventually be cast in the same negative light as those they themselves retrospectively demonise, yet for the vast majority of folk – who don’t control the means of mass communication or run corporations and institutions – the insanity of this ascendancy to positions of power and influence was both baffling and concerning from the off. Most of us already knew this wasn’t a good idea, but the sheer weight of propaganda relentlessly streaming from the platforms the masses depend upon – along with the vicious attack dogs those platforms can summon – has marginalised and suppressed dissenting voices and encouraged self-censorship. But were one to look into the crystal ball, it’s evident that today’s indulged ideologues are tomorrow’s slave-traders or eugenics advocates; today’s dogmatic mantras are tomorrow’s discredited belief systems.
One day, all but a diminishing smatter of nostalgic fanatics will look back to now with a shake of the head and wonder how it was that the leader of a major political party couldn’t define a woman when asked point-blank to do so during a radio interview or that another declared women could have penises; or that men would be allowed to enter women’s sports and unsurprisingly wipe the floor with the competition; or that the BBC could broadcast an educational film telling children there were over 200 genders; or that convicted rapists could simply proclaim they identified as female and be admitted to women’s prisons, or that the MSM, the police, the judiciary and the victims of such men would be forced to refer to them as ‘she’ in order not to offend their human rights as the female stats for sexual crimes would soar due to the addition of men posing as women. How will tomorrow’s jury view terms like ‘bleeders’ or ‘birthing persons’? How will they judge a self-proclaimed oppressed minority composed largely of middle-class men with a fetish for aping the stereotypical tropes of the opposite sex and erasing its hard-won rights in the process? How will they react to the fact that men were given a free pass into women’s and girl’s private spaces such as toilets or changing rooms, and that any women raising an objection would be branded bigots and hounded on social media?
How will they regard an age that aggressively policed Hate Crime yet turned a blind eye to women subjected to rape and death threats simply for having the gall to air an opinion contrary to the consensus, or that lesbians could be discouraged from participating in Pride events or be barred from holding speed-dating evenings because they refused to admit men in drag, or how prominent gays in the village could be cast out into the wilderness for questioning the wisdom of butchering children, of brainwashing sexually-confused adolescents into believing their nascent symptoms of homosexuality were an indication they needed to transition? This sinister and grotesque conversion therapy, promoted by ghastly parents desperate to signal their virtue, by immoral organisations like Stonewall and Mermaids, and – most unforgivably of all – by our glorious NHS, is at the heart of the most comprehensive study into the madness of the moment and one that will hopefully help reset the controls for common sense, the Cass Review.
This 388-page report into England’s gender identity clinics for the under-18s by Dr Hilary Cass was published last week; although dealing with a specific area of the issue, the findings of this landmark review will have far wider consequences as the scandal of the state-sponsored sterilisation of children finally, belatedly, goes over-ground and people are able to speak out against it without fear of losing everything in the process. The first whistleblower to expose the truth of what was going on in the notorious, now-closed Tavistock Clinic was mental-health nurse Susan Evans as far back as 2004. 20 f***ing years ago! Since then, the infiltration of our institutions by this dogma has enabled the ideologically-driven heirs to Dr Josef Mengele to experiment on vulnerable teens pushed into places like Tavistock following constant exposure to the fallacy of ‘gender affirmation’ via the online foot-soldiers and numerous non-binary salespeople, prescribed puberty blockers and eventually submitted for castration. Around 50 kids, mostly boys, fell under the radar of the Gender Identity Development Service at Tavistock in 2009; just seven years later, this number had risen to nearer 2,000 – with girls beginning to outnumber boys. The Cass Review has calculated 89% of girls and 81% of boys referred to this disgraced service were either gay or bisexual, earmarked for a transition their leanings never warranted. This was something – to use a hackneyed phrase – ‘hiding in plain sight’ for the best part of two decades, yet it has taken a measured, rational report of unarguable, detailed data by a medical academic to wrestle this subject free of the ‘bigotry’ that any opposing voices have been besmirched with by the dominant narrative for far too long; and its impact is already seeing many an about-turn by those who either said nothing or went with the flow.
To Trans Activists, the Cass Review will be held up as yet one more example of persecution that emphasises their imaginary oppression and thus preserves their precious faux-victimhood. To the rest of the world, it’s the long-overdue voice of reason that has the official seal of approval, unlike those brave souls who dared to pop their head above the parapet in isolation and were bombarded by the slings and arrows of entitled zealots without any support from their cowardly colleagues, who ducked down in shameless self-preservation and abandoned them to the wolves. The likes of Graham Linehan, creator of some of the most successful sitcoms of recent decades such as ‘Father Ted’, ‘Black Books’ and ‘The IT Crowd’, was a self-confessed Liberal Leftie who felt the full force of the lunatics promoted to the running of the asylum when he questioned the direction his long-time political position was heading in; disgracefully dumped by those he’d long imagined to be his ideological allies, Linehan saw his career grind to a full stop and has spent the past few years battling on alone.
Then, of course, there’s JK Rowling – another celebrity Leftie that the Left’s embrace of this toxic social engineering has exiled from the fold. In its perennial hunt for oppressed victims to patronise, the Left found a self-manufactured minority and anyone who quickly discerned the flaws in this ‘stunning and brave’ new world was dispensed with in the kind of purge even Stalin would have thought a bit severe. Rowling’s response to the opportunistic change of tack by certain guilty parties in the wake of the Cass Review’s publication has been delicious to witness, particularly her reaction to the prospect of those ungrateful little shits Daniel Radcliffe and Emma Watson seeking some sort of rapprochement. Basically, Rowling will not be crossing over any burned bridges in the event of those who owe her everything rebuilding them. She has been equally determined in her fearless stance against Scotland’s ludicrous Hate Crime bill. Good for her.
Similar to so-called ‘Anti-racism’, which advocates racial segregation without a hint of irony, the hardline Trans lobby claims to be all about ‘women’, yet it is bona-fide women who have the nerve to stand up for their rights that receive the most blisteringly misogynistic bile from these demented chicks with dicks – and its inherent homophobia has equally alienated gay men and women who could previously rely on the likes of Stonewall to act on their behalf. Just as militant vegans give vegetarians a bad name with their utter inability to refrain from lecturing and hectoring or refusal to accept that not everyone will automatically fall in line with their thinking, Trans Activists have done nothing but damage the progress of genuine transsexuals within society towards quiet acceptance, the majority of whom merely want to get on with their lives. The Cass Review will not affect overnight change of the prevailing trend dictated by the captured establishment – the trend is too deeply embedded for that; but it’s one hell of a good start.
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So, take a week-and-a-bit off and return to be confronted by the same old stories straight from the Emperor’s Indian summer wardrobe. Okay, there’s the Trans thing once again – as ever, a dependable source of crackpot stories and genuinely disturbing developments; but haven’t we done it more than enough? Not when yet another woman is being targeted by angry men that the Law refers to as ‘women’, no; and this is always a topic that throws up its fair share of irony. For example, I suppose it is amusing that a government so desperate to signal its virtue via irrelevant gestures concerning crimes committed centuries ago is simultaneously, not to say aggressively, promoting a lifestyle choice that has led women prepared to defend their hard-fought rights being publicly demonised in ways that evoke the demonisation of women who were branded witches back in the safely-distant past. Yes, only the obsession with independence can compete with the SNP leadership’s fanatical embrace of Trans ideology, though where the latter is concerned the Holyrood administration is hardly unique, as a cursory visit to any public space or institution will swiftly confirm; subscribing to the unhinged Stonewall vision of Britain is seemingly compulsory in the corporate world, and much the same can be said of many one-time public bodies that have engaged in so many private/public partnerships over recent decades that the two have become indistinguishable.
Well, it’s been another sequence of days leaving us spoilt for choice when it comes to highlighting yet again just how detached so many of our elected representatives are from me and thee. I suppose it makes sense to start at the top and work our way down, even if the top is a pretty lowly starting point to begin with where this lot are concerned. Okay, so the bad smell that is both Boris Johnson and the legacy of his No.10 tenure continues to infect headlines with the news that the former PM has been referred to Knacker re claims he broke lockdown rules during the pandemic; yes, it might feel like this is merely a re-boot of an over-familiar franchise, but it’s one story that thankfully keeps re-emerging every time the guilty try and sweep it under the carpet, and it won’t do any harm to be regularly reminded of what was going on in the Covid-free zones inhabited by the Cabinet while the rest of us were under house-arrest. The moment we neglect to remember is the moment we let them get away with it.
A TV interview Paul McCartney gave to Russell Harty in the early 80s contains an anecdote from Macca that underlines how the parent/teacher relationship has often been a strained one. In it, he recalled how the young George Harrison had been caned at school in a manner that appeared extreme to his father once he saw the wound, even in an era wherein most dads regarded corporal punishment as not only a necessity but a good thing. Apparently, Mr Harrison turned up at school the following day, entered the classroom, asked the teacher if he was the man who’d scarred his son, requested the teacher step outside for a quiet word, and then laid him out with a single punch. As McCartney remembered, little George’s old man was unsurprisingly an instant hero to the kids who were witness to this incident, and I’ve a feeling no police or lawyers were dragged onto the scene thereafter; this was simply how men resolved disagreements back then. Mr Harrison had made his point and that was the end of the matter. In theory, parents and teachers work in consort to ensure a child receives the best education and is eased back onto the right path should they stray; in practice, the two parties can sometimes vary in their beliefs as to how much influence the other should exert over the child, and as Paul McCartney’s colourful recollection proves, this is no new development.
The MSM response to the so-called ‘Twitter Files’ that were unveiled during the final few months of 2022 exemplified the way in which new and old news outlets reside in parallel universes that rarely crossover. The BBC and Fleet Street focus on each (admittedly plentiful) example of Elon Musk’s somewhat eccentric behaviour ever since taking over the single biggest influence on public discourse over the past decade, upholding the accepted narrative portraying the bonkers billionaire as a right-wing threat to all we cherish rather than highlighting his stated intent to make Twitter an open forum for opinions of all persuasion by both restoring dubiously-deleted accounts and uncovering the truth of the site’s previous moderators in keeping a lid on storylines potentially damaging to those on ‘the right side of history’. The fact that the FBI and Big Tech conspired to suppress the Hunter Biden story and sought to discredit the lone New York Post from reporting it during the run-up to the 2020 Presidential Election in order that it wouldn’t damage Sleepy Joe’s campaign is a revelation arguably on a par with Watergate, yet the pitiful coverage it received in the MSM is testament to how our fat controllers filter the output we are delivered on a daily basis and decide which particular viewpoint will best preserve their hegemony.
2022 – yet another one of ‘those years’; yes, this glorious century hasn’t exactly been short on them, and if you, like me, had a fittingly crap Christmas then you won’t be sorry to see the back of 2022, even if 2023 is hardly loaded with optimistic anticipation. When a year is characterised by chaos, chances are the chaos is as prevalent at the top as it is at the bottom, and we certainly had that in abundance from our ‘betters’ this year. The fact that 2022 saw the UK led by three different Prime Ministers – including one who had the shortest run in the history of the office – suggests either those at the top are keeping up with the rest of us, or they’re largely responsible for the chaos, depending on how one apportions responsibility. But when one recalls the year began with the fall-out from the Partygate affair that eventually led to Boris’s premature exit, and that by the autumn his immediate successor managed to set off alarm bells in the City – provoking an even more premature exit – then looking to leaders for leadership proved an utterly futile exercise, fracturing even further the already fragile faith and trust in our elected representatives.
‘Hard Times’, the often-overlooked 1854 novel by Charles Dickens set in a fictitious Northern Powerhouse named Coketown, features the character of Thomas Gradgrind, a school board superintendent whose rigid adherence to cold, hard facts at the expense of imagination is drilled into the children in his charge; one of his star pupils is known as Bitzer, a humourless product of Gradgrind’s educational model. Towards the end of the book, Bitzer – who has matured into an emotionless bank clerk allergic to any appeal to humanity against which his education has immunised him – appears unmoved by Gradgrind’s change of heart, and Gradgrind belatedly realises the error of his ways. In many ways, the story is a morality tale based upon the ‘you reap what you sow’ maxim, but it could also be interpreted as a case of ‘be careful what you wish for’. The character of Bitzer is a warning of what can happen when a malleable individual is exposed to an immovable ideology at an impressionable age by those too full of their own righteousness to countenance the possibility that their utterly inflexible dogma might not be the be-all and end-all after all. But it is too late.
‘It can’t get no worse’ – John Lennon’s characteristically sardonic counterpoint to Paul McCartney’s optimistic declaration that ‘It’s getting better all the time’. Unfortunately, neither 55 year-old observation seems apt at the moment – at least not if one subscribes to the dominant narrative. It would appear it’s far from getting better and it certainly can get much worse. Visible reasons to be cheerful are thin on the ground where this narrative is concerned, but it’s one that serves a purpose and has done since the spring of 2020. That said, lack of faith in the future goes way beyond Project Fear, for there’s undoubtedly a persistent sense of insecurity induced by the fact the public bodies entrusted with keeping us safe and secure are currently found wanting. And this insecurity would appear to be well-founded.
They might be stereotyped as gammon-flavoured ‘White Supremacists’ at worst or plebeian homophobes at best, but the parents concerned about the indoctrination of their prepubescent children into the extremities of Trans dogma are rightly up in arms that the educational authorities have allowed nurseries, libraries and primary schools to be infiltrated by an ideology that should be reserved for those old enough to make their own minds up. The parents have been left with little choice but to gate-crash the disturbing trend for drag queens to host an alternative ‘Jackanory’ for toddlers in some of our public libraries, promoting ‘gender fluidity’ and ‘queer role models’ before an audience far too young to grasp the intricacies of a philosophy that routinely outfoxes adults. Drag queens – occasionally entertaining foul-mouthed parodies of female sexuality and purveyors of camp sensibilities in the right context – have no place broadcasting Identitarian propaganda to pre-school children in a supposed ‘safe space’. And those parents who allow their offspring to be exposed to a trend (unsurprisingly) imported from across the pond are as misguided in their attempts to raise a generation without prejudice as parents in the past were in trying to beat traditional gender roles into children exhibiting signs of ‘effeminacy’ or tomboyish traits.
In case you missed it, last week saw the long-awaited announcement that M&S staff members will henceforth be wearing their preferred gender pronouns on badges (which has no doubt been demanded by all the old ladies who purchase their bloomers at the company’s branches); but at least the relentless imposition of a particular agenda on the public by corporations and institutions without prior consultation has momentarily paused at one of its main offenders. It may still be tediously ticking the diversity boxes with regards to its programming, but the BBC has belatedly pulled out of a questionable commitment to the dubious aims of the increasingly unhinged LGBTXYZ charity Stonewall. Yet should the national broadcaster have even signed-up for a programme run by an organisation which has become a platform for the most fanatical, zealous and nasty of Trans-activists, thus negating any reasoned debate on the issue across the allegedly impartial BBC?
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