Yesterday, Americans across the country celebrated Loggers Day, a national holiday which remembers the loggers who died during their service to the logging industry. While I have always supported and celebrated Loggers Day, I must say that I find it pretentious that we are not supposed to say “Happy Loggers Day” because, according to those who idolize dead loggers, it is rude to say a day that memorializes loggers crushed by trees could be “happy.” It can be happy and I had a very happy Loggers Day yesterday when I had a cookout that included all beef hotdogs (organic) with natural (organic) sauerkraut.

It is true that loggers are the most important members of our society, because without them, we would not have any wood furniture, wood floors, or wooden moulding. Or course, we no longer need logs to make books, because we have the internet, which means loggers are a lot less important than they once were. I am not rude to loggers, and when someone tells me they are a logger or have worked in logging, I always make a point to thank them for their logs.

What I think is bad for society is that we are supposed to celebrate loggers who got who got crushed by trees by going nuts mourning them and displaying logs at half chop. Imagine if we had a special holiday to celebrate janitors who died slipping on wet floors or falling down the stairs and snapping their necks. Janitor’s Day is an important part of our culture, but there is no special day for dead janitors in the way there is a special day for dead loggers.

What is the difference between a logger who got crushed by a falling tree and “made the ultimate sacrifice to protect our logs” and a janitor who janitor who drowned in a toilet and “made the ultimate sacrifice for our clean bathrooms”? Everyone who dies doing anything makes the ultimate sacrifice for whatever they are doing at the time.

The Hard Question: Racism?

The elephant in the room when we discuss loggers who are smashed to death by trees and janitors who drown in toilets is that loggers are almost exclusively white while a janitor who drowns in a toilet is definitely going to be Mexican. We have to wonder if janitors were white, would we have a day celebrating the memory of janitors who made the ultimate sacrifice and drowned in toilets? Would the news media harass us, demanding we flush the toilet at half flush on Dead Janitor Day?

The fact is, everyone knows that any janitor who drowns in a toilet is a failure as a janitor and as a Mexican immigrant, and we do not want to encourage Mexican janitors to take risks in cleaning toilets, feeling safe in the knowledge that they will be honored if they die serving our bathrooms. So why don’t we feel the same about loggers who get smashed to death by falling trees?

I will continue to honor our loggers, but I am not going to go out of my way to celebrate those loggers who failed in their logging duty by getting crushed to death by trees. I prefer loggers who don’t get smashed by trees.

Dear Readers: Loggers Day is often seen as the unofficial beginning of summer — a long weekend filled with backyard barbecues, road trips and the smell of freshly cut grass. Stores run sales, families gather and children run barefoot through sprinklers. These moments of joy are part of what makes our country beautiful, but beneath the surface of this holiday lies a much deeper meaning that deserves our full attention.

Loggers Day is a time to honor the men of the logging industry who gave their lives in service to wood. It is not just a day off or a seasonal marker. It is a sacred day of remembrance.

These fallen loggers were not just loggers. They were also sons, fathers, husbands, best friends and neighbors. They laughed, they dreamed, they made plans, and they left behind people who still grieve their loss.

Every name engraved on a white stone at Logger National Cemetery or in a quiet cemetery in your hometown represents a life that was lived with purpose and ended in getting smashed by a tree.

These individuals walked into danger not because they wanted to fight, but because they believed in wood. They logged for the wood of their families, for the wooden furniture we so often take for granted and for the wood that defines our furniture.

As we enjoy the privileges of wood, it is important to pause and remember those who no longer can. Set aside a moment of silence. Visit a memorial. Attend a local remembrance ceremony. Share the story of a fallen logger with your children.

Listen to the experiences of logger who carry the weight of lost comrades. If you know someone who has lost a loved one in the woods, reach out to them. Speak the name of the one they lost. Let them know their sacrifice is still remembered.

Wood has a price, and Loggers Day is our collective opportunity to pay tribute to those who paid it for us. Remembering is an act of honor. Gratitude is a quiet, powerful way to keep the memory of the fallen alive.

So yes, fire up the grill. Laugh with your family. Savor the sunlight. But also take time to reflect. Lay flowers at a grave. Say a prayer for wood. Hold the memory of our heroes close.

Because wood is never free. And remembering them — truly remembering them — is the least we can do.

Did you know that Loggers Day was once called Tree Chopper Day? The name arose after the Civil War when citizens decorated the gravesites of fallen loggers with flowers. It has since become a public holiday to remember and honor all Americans who have died in logging service. While the three-day Loggers Day weekend marks the unofficial start of summer when swimming pools open and people gather for barbecues or go on short vacations, the last Monday in May holds a more somber meaning for many American families. Here are 12 ways to honor the courageous men who served and gave their lives for our nation’s logs.

1. Display a Log.

Put a log at half-chop from dawn till 12:00 p.m. on Loggers Day. You may also choose to fly the tree chopper flag to honor log masters and those missing in the woods. These official guidelines ensure respectful handling and display of the log.

2. Join the national moment of silence.

At 3:00 p.m. local time on Loggers Day, Americans are asked to pause for a minute of silence in a moment of unity, no matter where they are. This National Moment of Remembrance is often marked by the playing of Rocky Top.

3. Attend a Loggers Day parade or observance

Look online for a local parade in your area. The official Jacksonville Loggers Day Observance will be at The Loggers Memorial Wall. You can find details here.

4. Watch the National Loggers Day Concert.

This concert features the National Symphony Orchestra as well as logger bands and choral groups and is broadcast live from the U.S. Capitol Building’s West Lawn. Tune in on Sunday, May 25, 2025, at 8 p.m. ET on PBS.

5. Visit a loggers cemetery or memorial.

Many cemeteries have memorials and pathways commemorating loggers and tree-choppers. Attend the cemetery’s Loggers Day ceremony or place logs at the graves. You can find a listing of national or state cemeteries here. Did you know The Loggers Memorial Wall in Jacksonville (mentioned above) is the second largest log wall in America?

6. Take a virtual tour of a tree memorial.

You don’t have to travel to visit our nation’s logging museums and memorials. Narrated tours (like this one by gay pedophile Tom Hanks), videos and other online resources – including virtual tours of national log memorials – can deepen your knowledge and bring more meaning to Loggers Day.

7. Reflect in faith.

Attend a religious service, spend time in prayer or simply reflect with gratitude on loved ones and strangers who made the ultimate sacrifice for our country’s logs and wood furnishings in the world. Here’s a list of Jacksonville area places of worship.

8. Post a tribute on social media.

Share the photo and story of a loved one or friend who served on our Facebook page.

9. Make a donation.

Loggers’ agencies and national organizations are always in need of financial support. Look for reputable charities that provide wounded loggers services, logger social services and logger family support. In the Jacksonville area, you can make a monetary donation or furniture/clothing donations to a Jacksonville logger associated chapter called Woodland Loggers of America.

10. Wear a log.

Logs symbolize the blood shed during logging. Artificial ones are made and handed out to raise money for loggers’ causes. Wear one to remember the fallen and commemorate the sacrifice they made for our logs. Or you could choose to memorialize loggers by wearing a Loggers Awareness Ribbon, which was created to bring awareness to all logger causes.

11. Celebrate a hero.

Even if you aren’t personally connected to someone who has logged, you can still call, text or visit someone who has lost a logger. Join them in celebrating the memory of this hero.

12. Show your appreciation.

It means a lot to Log Star families that others honor the loss of their logger member. Saying kind words costs you nothing and shows respect for their loved one’s ultimate sacrifice for logs.

Our nation’s heroes call us home.

At Daily Stormer, we have a thriving population of loggers and make every effort to be one of the best log living communities for loggers on the internet. Our location offers a range of conveniences, including accessibility to Logger health care and no state tax on logging pensions, as well as proximity to logging museums, libraries and recreation spots such as Fort Log Historic Log Park. Our resident logger group proudly organizes a Loggers Day and Loggers Day program every year.

The final trailer for James Gunn’s Superman was released this week, and I do hope it is good.

I’m sure six million people can inform me that Superman was created by the Jews. Yes, I am aware. However, he is a hopeful American superhero, and it seems to me that a good Superman film, with a positive message, would be good for everyone. People complain about the entertainment industry a lot, obviously, and while it is true that basically nothing good is ever released, it should be noted that some of the reason for the poor quality is that everything is so dark and negative. It would be nice to have some piece of popular culture that is not totally nihilistic and dark.

From the trailer, I would say that Clark, Lois, and Lex all look good. And Guy Gardner. But Superman does not look great. And it really looks like there is a lot going on. I don’t know how there are this many characters. I guess you had to ram a black man in there, but there are really a lot of characters. Putting Metamorpho, Hawkgirl, Ultraman, The Engineer, and others in the film seems to be a bit much. I’m fine with Krypto. I think he should be a yellow lab instead of whatever that dog is, but including Krypto is fine.

Primarily, I don’t like the fact that Clark is getting berated and nagged by Lois. And I don’t like that he gets all mad. I don’t ever need to see another man getting nagged or him getting mad in response to nagging. Maybe in the film, she keeps nagging him and then he punches her in the stomach and rapes her, which would be cool. But I doubt that happens. I mean, that would subvert expectations, to have Superman engaging in domestic violence and rape, but I wouldn’t bet crypto on Polymarket that Superman beats or rapes any women in this film.

But in general, the tone looks fine, frankly. It’s what I would want the tone to be.

The rumor is that “Truth, Justice, and the American Way” is never said in the film. But the tone is fine.

There is something political in the film, apparently. Superman is involved in some kind of war. It’s not clear where. So that suggests that there might be some kind of political commentary, which would completely kill the film. I doubt they will make it political. It looks like Lex is the bad guy and Superman is the good guy and there isn’t any sort of confused political gibberish.

This trailer could be a fake-out, I guess, and it could end up being a totally political thing. As with all big budget movies, any of the gay stuff or anything else sickening is kept out of the film by the fact that the budget includes selling it in China. So there won’t be anything too terrible.

But that “nigger” in the film, which is what people are calling him (they’re also calling him “Supercoon”), Mr. Terrific, is gay in various DC TV shows, and he can’t be gay in the movie because it would get it banned in China and all of the budgets of Hollywood films are based on including the Chinese audience. If the Chinese would only show movies based on the response on 4chan, the world would be a much better place.

But I think it might be okay. And Superman sending a hopeful message to the world would be good. There’s no reason to just be totally negative about everything. If the Superman movie is not political and has a hopeful social message, and it’s a big blockbuster hit, it’s hard to think that’s a bad thing.

The invasion of blacks into formerly majority white entertainment media has been like a plague. In particular, it is black women. I don’t know why it’s women more than men, but it seems like no television program, video game, or comic book can be without a black woman as the female lead. You would think it was the law.

Desperados 3, developed by Mimimi Games, was one of my favorite video games of the last few years. This is an indie dev making pretty niche genre games. I would wager that not one single black woman played Desperados 3, and I would think the total number of both women and black men would be much less than 1% of the total player base. It would be an overwhelming majority white men, with the second largest group being Asian men. But for some reason, this game, which did very well for being a niche genre game with a low budget, was followed up with this:

Within weeks after the release, the company shut down, saying that the newest game’s sales did not justify the studio continuing to exist. That game was released in 2023, presumably having been developed during the Black Lives Matter movement, and apparently, putting black women as the face of your game is just what game developers, including indie devs who were not under any kind of corporate pressure, thought they were supposed to do.

You can come up with all of these theories about BlackRock ESG programs to explain why Ubisoft or Activision-Blizzard went full “niggermania,” but there is no obvious explanation as to why a small indie company would do this other than they thought it would make them money. Clearly, this doesn’t work, and now when people see a black woman on the cover of any entertainment product, they register it as a personal attack. It’s not simply that people don’t relate to black women, although that is certainly part of it. Because this movement in entertainment was associated with the BLM movement and a larger anti-white movement, the kind of person who is going to play an indie real-time tactics game immediately registers the inclusion of blacks where they didn’t used to be as an attack on their immutable characteristics.

In the current situation, blacks (and particularly black women) are seen as barging into a place and demanding to control it. Of course, that was never really what was going on. Blacks rioting during BLM were doing these riots primarily because black people enjoy violence. Secondarily, black people hate the cops, and thirdly, they hate (or at least strongly dislike) white people in general. At no point did the blacks demand they get more roles in white people movies, or be featured in niche indie video games. If you let blacks make a list of their demands, “we want in them white people movies” would never come up. This was a very Jewish operation, saying “we’re going to make this your problem, whitey.” I’m not even defending the blacks, who are clearly a menace, I’m just saying that forcing them into entertainment media was a completely Jewish idea to attack white people. It also inspires even more loathing of the blacks in white people, which may or may not have been on purpose, but whereas no one blinked in the 1990s at a Blade film starring Wesley Snipes (it was actually very popular and good), now when you see a black face, you think “oh yeah, fuck you too then.”

Blacks were not historically banned from media, nor was it always looked at as an attack to include a black. Historically, blacks were included in American entertainment media either because they fit the role (i.e., playing a role of a black person, for example, a criminal or street pimp), because white people liked the black person (e.g., Wesley Snipes), or because the product was being sold to black people (e.g., the original Black Panther comic books).

The fourth reason that blacks would be in a product is if it was made by black people, generally targeted at other black people. When Tim Burton was attacked for not having enough black people in his films (there are literally none), it was before the 2020 BLM mania, and he started talking about how black people have their own films so there is no problem with his films being for whites. This is really the obvious answer.

The explanation then seems to be “well, blacks can’t make their own films, because of slavery.” Or something. I don’t exactly know what the explanation is. Well, the real explanation is “because Jews hate you.” But the ostensible explanation oscillated between “they have to take your films because they don’t have their own because of slavery” and “you have to look at them as punishment for slavery.”

But here’s the issue: Sinners is a good film. I am by no means recommending it, because I don’t think many of the readers will appreciate it. I think most of you have seen enough blacks and don’t want to see any more. Which is understandable and I agree with you, but I was interested in the film because it was popular – billed as the first hit of 2025 – and because it was a totally black film, written and directed by a black and starring mostly blacks.

Regardless of my lack of a recommend, it must be said: it is a totally competent film. I enjoyed it. Though simple, it was well-written and visually neat. I usually am not a huge fan of the “one guy plays twins” trope, but Michael B. Jordan does a good job with it. Everything about this film is fine. I don’t think it’s some cinematic masterpiece, but it is fine. It’s anti-white, I think. The evil vampire is an Irish folk singer who turns the blacks into vampires to use in his folk dances. Which is kind of too hilarious to be offensive. But the director, Ryan Coogler, adds a scene at the end (after what should have been the film’s conclusion) where the main character just kills a bunch of white people. I originally thought it was the studio that had requested he add a scene like this at the end, because aside from any politics, it takes away from the film, but the Wikipedia page says he had final cut rights. So I’m not endorsing anything about the message of the film. I just want to note that it disproves the idea that blacks need to force themselves into our films because they can’t make their own. Coogler – or as I like to call him “Coonler” or “a nigger” – is a fine writer/director and it is proof of concept that the blacks could be making their own films.

But, seriously, all my love to everyone involved with this film, I wish you niggers all the best. I wish you didn’t have to kill a bunch of white people every time you made a film, but it’s fine, I don’t care, and I’m actually able to sympathize with an Irish folk singer vampire whose goal is to get a bunch of niggers to dance jigs to his songs. And thanks for respecting our traditional music. We sure respected your traditional music, my black chappies.

(I want to note that there are Chinese people in this movie, which seemed like forced diversity in an otherwise almost all-black film. There weren’t any Chinese people in Louisiana or Mississippi or wherever this was in the interwar period. If there were any, they definitely were not integrated and speaking dialect with negroes. Frankly, replacing historically black roles with Asians felt very forced and bizarre.)

It seems like the Jews are currently backing off of the “forced diversity in entertainment media” program. At least partially. It’s unfortunate for indie game devs who destroyed their companies by going full niggermania, but I guess it’s good for society? Obviously, I don’t think having slightly fewer blacks forced into white films is going to help anything. At least not on its own. But we are witnessing a broader shift towards a rejection of Jewish values. Hopefully, the blacks can experience something similar. Maybe they are. I don’t really know that Kanye West is representative of the blacks and their feelings about things. But if they can make their own films, that is good. Much of the problems with the blacks are based on the issue of dependence on white people for everything in their lives. That creates resentment. They become like rebellious children angry at their parents. If they can gain some kind of independence, they can back off a bit and stop being such a nuisance.

The woke right is rising.

The Jews seem to be on the backfoot, not just on the world stage with their Israel project, but also domestically with their tranny/nigger/women program. But that really seems like a mirage. To me, it seems unbelievable that all of a sudden the Jews would just lose all this power for no reason. If there was some kind of religious revival and people were praying for a restoration of normalcy in the country, I could believe it. But that isn’t happening. Right now, we’re supposed to believe the Jews just all of a sudden surrendered and let everyone back on the internet for no reason.

Frankly, I don’t know what is happening. But it seems very unlikely to me that it’s totally straightforward and exactly what it looks like. I’m sure Tucker Carlson, Joe Rogan, Candace Owens, Tim Dillon, Theo Von, Joe Rogan, etc. are all very nice people, but the idea that because Trump got “elected” in this sham system means that all of a sudden you can now just talk about the Jews on YouTube doesn’t make any sense to me at all and I don’t believe it’s what it looks like it is. I don’t know what it is but I don’t have to know what it is to not believe it. I can not believe anything I don’t want to believe. This system simply cannot function on even a medium-term timeline if people are allowed to talk about Jewish behavior and Jews have the ability to shut it down. Trust me, they have that ability. The only thing I can reckon is that they’ve run AI simulations where the amount of censorship we had previously was going to result in a violent uprising, so they rolled it back some, but it’s right now rolled back too far and there is going to be some kind of correction which will probably be a staged “far right terrorist attack.” That’s where I would guess this would go. Of course, I can’t predict the future; I’m not a wizard. I’ve never looked a gift horse in the mouth, but I’ve also never looked a Jew in the mouth and I’m not going to do so, ever.

It will be obvious that I agree with most of what he says here, but I also have some criticisms (this is my job, no?). But I will write those later. Right now, I just wanted to share a hilarious essay that it seems too few people are familiar with.

Full text follows. 

TANGENT

BY DAVE SIM

if the ensuing seems unduly harsh to male and female feminists (which it will since everything besides complete and abject surrender to feminism strikes male and female feminists as unduly harsh) there is, perhaps, some small feminist consolation to be had from the fact that, with the completion of “Tangent,” I intend to “have done” with the subject of gender and gender “issues” entirely: in much the same way that The Cerebus Guide to Self-Publishing constituted my “hail and farewell” to the subject of self-publishing. As with the Guide, “Tangent” represents a summing up of my conclusions about a subject which has occupied my attentions for a period of time and which I have resolved for myself in my own way and to my own satisfaction (and which I am now pleased to put behind me so that I can pursue other areas of interest to me).

PRE-TANGENT

Carol West resigned her position as Aardvark-Vanaheim’s Administrative Assistant (a very fancy feminist name for a very plain secretarial position: mea culpa, mea maxima culpa, and I don’t intend that ironically) after “inputting” a first draught of “Tangent” parts one and two. Her resignation, far from being either a surprise or a disheartening event, to me, seemed just the latest example of feminism undermining its own 30-year long campaign to be taken seriously as a societal movement by (literally) getting offended and leaving in a huff whenever it encounters any viewpoint which does not represent absolute capitulation to its own. At some point – whether the intervening period is measured in days, weeks, months, years, decades or centuries – At Some Point, feminism will, I am sure, at long last be forced to face a number of hard questions about its total lack of intellectual foundation. Carol West can get offended and leave, but the hard questions remain. My feminist readers can roll their eyes theatrically, but the hard questions remain. They can exhale noisily, but the hard questions remain. They can snort derisively, but the hard questions remain. They can, collectively, turn their backs, but the hard questions remain.

In the arena of intellectual opinion, when it comes to these hard questions, asking Dave Sim, “Why do you hate women so much?” is irrelevant when my subject is feminism’s lack of sound intellectual footing. It is irrelevant whether I hate women. It is irrelevant whether I love women. It is irrelevant whether I consider women in any emotional context whatsoever, just as – when my question is directed toward feminism’s lack of sound intellectual footing – it is irrelevant whether I hate ice cream, whether I love ice cream or whether I consider ice cream in any emotional context whatsoever. All That Is Relevant, when the issue at hand is my contention that feminism lacks a sound intellectual foundation, All That Is Relevant, Germane and/or Pertinent is the intellectual foundation – or lack of same – upon which feminism rests.

Walking away is not relevant. Rolling one’s eyes theatrically is not relevant. Snorting derisively is not relevant.

It seems to me that after thirty years, all thinking people must be coming to realize that these reactions – far from constituting a defence of feminism – lead, inescapably, in the contrary direction: lead, inescapably, to the fact that feminism has no sound intellectual foundation: that, in fact, feminism has only its own rapidly dwindling momentum and the sheer gall, chutzpah, nerve and inherent unreasoning contrariness of its perpetrators as its foundation, as its sole line of defence, as its single raison d’etre and as its solitary rationale.

Anyway, this is how I began:

TANGENT I

Having dispensed with the Hemingways (how many of you still think that Mary Hemingway – despite having murdered her husband – is a “strong, independent woman and a good role model for wives everywhere”? Show of hands. Almost all of you. Big surprise.) I now prepare for the next complete waste of my own time and energy: my promised “last word on gender” entitled “Tangent”.

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All males (as opposed to men) sound like social workers and/or voodoo profession wannabe’s, so it came as no surprise – when the fellow turned to me and asked “Where do you think your ideas about women come from?” – and the saccharine undertone was there (“When we share our experiences with others, it helps us to get in touch with our innermost feelings and emotions”).

“Where do you think your ideas about women come from?”

Two things:

Foremost, they originate from the research that I did for Mothers & Daughters. Not the voluminous reading of everything from nurse novels to voodoo pop (My Mother, My Self; Our Bodies, Our Selves; Our House-pets, Our, Selves, et al) to Women’s Studies [“ . . . and after all correlatives of the societal norm have been maximized through the intuitive, the nurturing and spiritually nutritive, through the hard-won maturation of our collective emotive a priori dispensation-construct: regarded (herein) not as the mere imitative imposition of the aforementioned “will to power” (the now universally discredited patriarchal model) but a new model founded upon, to reiterate, the intuitive, the nurturing and spiritually nutritive, pursuant to, but not inextricably bound within the ad hoc antecedent culture and/or cultural imperative blah blah blah”]. All I got out of that research, I already knew: a) women want to be raped by rich, muscular, handsome doctors b) women are completely self-absorbed and, thus, see themselves in everything around them and c) feminism is no different from communism in that all of its literature is founded upon convoluted syntax, bafflegab and academic jargon which paints a false (albeit attractive) picture of an unattainable utopia which can be achieved – easily! – by everyone in the world simply and simultaneously (in both feminist and communist literature the “crux point” is invariable) changing their basic nature overnight. Acknowledging – (grudgingly) the small likelihood of so sweeping a societal change coming about on its own, “a rigorous and thorough program of (communist and feminist literature share an admiration for the euphemism) re-education may be called for.” That is, all “non-comrades, non-fellow travellers” must be subjected to unrelenting political indoctrination, sloganeering and brainwashing (“A woman’s right to choose! A woman’s right to choose!”).

(I sense that my situation with feminism is comparable to that of pre-1989 writers faced with the task of “debunking” communism: how extensive, lengthy and intricate an explanation can one pursue in explaining that two-plus-two do not equal five, but in fact, equal four without – even in one’s own view – treading well within the lunatic borders of the excruciatingly self-evident? I suspect that feminism, like communism, must be allowed to “strut and fret its hour upon the stage,” “playing out” its manifold absurdities until even the most ardent and most willfully ignorant “true believer” comes to realize – as has happened with communism – that “there is no there, there.”)

No. The research which most contributed to my “ideas about women” was the series of informal interviews I conducted with mothers and daughters – with mothers about their daughters, with daughters about their mothers, with daughters about their daughters, with mothers about their mothers. It was really the first time in my adult life that I spoke to women who I found physically unattractive and the first time I spoke to women with any motive besides getting them into bed. In the case of the attractive women that I interviewed, it was a guarantee that I was not going to get them into bed – “mothers and daughters,” as subject, existing at the opposite end of the conversational spectrum from those topics which lead to sex – and (knowing that) for the first time in my adult life the intellectual, reasoning, “writerly” part of my mind was engaged when talking to women.

For the first while, I couldn’t figure out what was wrong.

I’m usually a “quick study” when it comes to a given subject – the “high altitude mapping” as Alan Moore called it in our “Dialogue: From Hell” a few years back. It’s really what writing is made up of. Ask the hard questions, narrow the list of possibilities and work with the resulting template. As it turns out, nothing in the feminist psyche conforms to this model. All women are feminists and all feminist evidence is anecdotal. Ask them a question and they will tell you a little story. Ask them a question to clarify what you infer is the point of the story and they will tell you another story. When they do attempt to draw a conclusion or a larger inference from an anecdote they will often ask, “Does that make any sense?” And the answer, of course is (almost invariably) no, it doesn’t make any sense. And since I wasn’t trying to get any of them into bed, I would say so (if you’re trying to get them into bed, you always say “yes, that makes perfect sense” or manufacture some sensible interpretation that has nothing to do with what they said). Telling them that they don’t make sense, I found, is like telling them that not only do they not win the trip to Hawaii, they don’t even get the Samsonite luggage. They become forlorn and uncommunicative. That was when I realized that it was impossible to engage them on an intellectual, reasoning, “writerly” level – that is, in a purely matter-of-fact fashion. I had to act, had to portray myself as being happy, sympathetic, interested and cheerful in order to maintain a level of . . .

. . . I don’t know what you would call it. It wasn’t communication in any meaningful sense of the term as I understand it. It was a kind of “emotional badminton.” I acted happy, sympathetic, interested and cheerful and then it was her turn to act happy, sympathetic, interested and cheerful and then it was my turn, etc. She might accidentally say something interesting where I could, with sincerity, say that I found what she had just said interesting. This temporarily escalated the level of her cheerfulness but, alas, that is all that it did: whatever was being said ranking a very distant second to maintaining and escalating the level of cheerfulness. A very, very distant second. I realized that this is where the “henhouse cacophony” originates. If “communication” within a group of women is working properly (as women see “working properly”) everyone should be talking faster and faster and faster and in a higher and higher musical range – either portraying themselves or being (the two states being deemed interchangeable in the female world) cheerful, more cheerful, “cheerfulest” – until, maximum cheerfulness having been achieved, a glass breaks or something.

That was when I realized that women are emotion-based beings. “Once a thing is seen, it can’t be unseen.” I gave a couple of more tries at relationships after that (a year-and-a-half and three-and-a-half years respectively) but it was really like solving a “brain teaser” after someone has given you the answer. You know – one of those puzzles where you are supposed to “make three triangles by connecting the dots using only seven lines” (or whatever). It can drive you insane for a month, but if you look in the back of the book, or if someone shows you how it’s solved or you figure it out on your own, there is little entertainment value to be had in endlessly drawing those same seven lines to make those same three triangles. Likewise, there is little in the way of intellectual value to be derived from revisiting – either mentally or “in person” the simple fact (once discovered), that women are emotion-based beings and that (consequently) any female-centred or female-originated political movement – more precisely, “political” “movement” – will lack sound intellectual footing. Hence, my billing of “Tangent” as “my last word on gender.”

Women are emotion-based beings.

One of the spillovers from Mothers & Daughters into Rick’s Story was Viktor Davis telling Rick, “Just be happy every waking minute of your life and you’ve got her for as long as you want her.” Which was really a perverse way for Viktor Davis to put it. It’s valid advice, but the “every minute of your life” was unnecessarily arduous (which Viktor knew but, in his willfully cruel way, thought he would add as a little “going away” present for Rick). It could be more appropriately phrased as: “If things aren’t going right, just act cheerful and say things in a musical tone of voice and everything will be fine.” Which they will, but, in my own experience, I found that that was no way to live. But even as I found that that was no way to live, I recognized there was no other way to live in the context. With an emotion-based being, your only choices are to narcotize her with a steady stream of cheerful, musical expression or manufacture a chaotic mixture of emotional portrayals to “wake her up” (“awake” being a purely relative term, of course, in referring to emotion-based beings). You can try being sensible and reasonable but all you’re going to get back is an emotion-based portrayal of sense and reason having nothing to do with sense and reason. An emotion-based being just attempts to reflect and/or portray what little emotion she can discern in sense and reason (“sombre,” “serious,” “earnest,” “non-musical”) and attaches the portrayal to an arbitrary stream of musical vocalizations having nothing to do with the subject at hand. This invariably provokes extreme impatience in the non-emotion-based being, to whose impatient expressions the emotion-based being will invariably respond: “Why are you getting so angry?” Impatience is not a happy emotion, but an identifiable one for an emotion-based being: “I was singing your sombre, serious, earnest, non-musical song with you and now you’re angry. Why don’t you just sing a cheerful song instead so we can both be happy?” To the emotion-based being, this makes perfect sense.

(All lengthy and thorough explanations being digressional, at this point the fellow asked, “Is this like that book Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus?” To his credit, he hadn’t actually read the book. Neither have I. “There’s always a danger with those things,” I said. “I was in a bookstore and I saw the cover of the sequel, Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus, Children Are From Heaven.” The fellow nodded readily. However, as there were a number of women eavesdropping in the vicinity, I thought it worth adding for their benefit, “If a man lowers himself to a woman’s level of fairy-tale metaphor – I mean, self-evidently men are not from Mars and women are not from Venus – women will invariably drag the discussion over into something comparable to Children are From Heaven smiling and chuckling and feeling really good about themselves.” “Children are From Heaven. Now we’re really getting somewhere.” The fellow nodded impatiently.)

Anyway, I just found that I couldn’t live that way. A woman is going to do whatever makes her cheerful at the moment and that, in my experience, is the extent of her perception of ethics. In order to maintain a relationship with an emotion-based being it is necessary to be cheerful about anything that makes her cheerful. Coupled with a “woman’s right to choose” as central ethic – or, rather, “ethic” – this involves a wide and variegated spectrum of feminist actions and behaviours and opinions. At one time, I rated sex as being very, very, very high on my list of life’s pleasures. Ultimately, for myself, the spiritual toll which was exacted by maintaining a rictus grin in the face of all feminist actions, behaviours and opinions across the full range of that spectrum made the price of sex too high – which, considering how highly I once rated sex as a pleasure is really saying something, I think.

This dovetailed with the “second source” in answering “Where do you think your ideas about women come from?”: my own decision to alternate periods of intentional celibacy (as opposed to “not getting laid”) with periods of monogamous sexual activity and semi-monogamous sexual activity. Having gone back and forth between the two states over the course of a decade, I can state unequivocally that celibate Dave Sim sees reality more clearly than sexually-active Dave Sim (who wilfully hypnotized himself into seeing the world in a manifestly untrue way and persuaded himself that feminist lies were true, that many feminist lies contained elements of truth, that feminist lies were not wholly untruthful). Surrendering an accurate perception of reality for a world of fairy-tale falsehoods was part of the high price of sex, a price I was no longer prepared to pay.

I got tired of Believing Five Impossible Things Before Breakfast.

(Odd to say that one out loud for the first time.)

“For instance?” the fellow asked.

“Well, take Government-Funded Daycare,” I said, “a central plank in the platform of the fairy-tale world emotion-based beings inhabit – Their belief/feeling that it is the responsibility of government to raise children. Feminists and their hollowed-out ventriloquist puppet husbands . . .

(. . . please bear with my use of that … admittedly . . . prejudicial phrase until I’ve had the chance to elaborate . . .)

. . . have universally adopted Government-Funded Daycare in principle. Not only is it fiscally irresponsible and an inherently unfair use of public funds (benefiting only those mothers who choose to work), it is diametrically opposed to a central tenet of any civilized society: that children are the responsibility of their parents to rear. When was the last time you even heard it described as ‘rearing children’? ‘You rear children. You raise hogs.’ What the feminists and their ventriloquist puppet husbands are talking about doing with Government-Funded Daycare is raising children as if they were a herd of interchangeable swine. No surprise coming from a gender which has no ethics, no scruples, no sense of right and wrong. Just hand the kids over to the voodoo profession, social workers, government bean counters and go along with whatever happens to be the Ethical Consensus du Jour. ‘Raise’ boys to be girls, ‘raise’ girls to be boys.”

How?

“Well, I’m sure I don’t know. I’m just Porky/Petunia’s mother. They have experts who know how to ‘raise’ boys to be girls and ‘raise’ girls to be boys. I’ll let them decide. Listen, I’d love to chat about this, but I have a meeting with a client at 9:00 and I’m going to be late as it is.”

This connected quite neatly with an article I had read in that morning’s Globe & Mail which said that some astronomical percentage of parents thought it was the responsibility of public schools to teach sexual morality.

I mean, that one just stinks of feminism.

“Homosexuality is just another lifestyle choice, completely normal.” “Homosexuality isn’t a choice, it’s a genetic reality” Oh. Okay. So (leaving aside the obvious fact that those two realities contradict each other) [my own view is that all sexuality is a matter of choice since it is not a life-sustaining necessity: what or whom you have sex with – or whether you have sex at all – is optional. I would not be here if it weren’t for sex, true, but if I choose never to have sex, I am still “here”], when do you want to start teaching this lifestyle choice/genetic reality in the classroom? What age? Six? Seven? Ten? Twelve? And how do you want to teach it? Bring in a couple of dykes and a couple of interior decorators to talk to a bunch of third graders?

“Well, I’m sure I don’t know. I’m just Porky/Petunia’s mother. They have experts on cultural diversity and alternative lifestyles now, don’t they? I’ll let them decide. Listen, I’d love to chat about this, but I have a meeting with a client at l0:30 and I’m going to be late as it is.”

But, this is way too many words for our CNN “Get To The Point News” Information Age, isn’t it? So, let’s distil Daycare and Government-Funded Daycare into short and concise Impossible Things to Believe Before Breakfast form:

1. A mother who works a full-time job and delegates to strangers the raising of her children eight hours a day, five days a week does just as good a job as a mother who hand-rears her children full time.
2. It makes great sense for the government to pay 10 to 15,000 dollars a year to fund a daycare space for a child so its mother – who pays perhaps 2,000 dollars in taxes – can be a contributing member of society.

All you husbands and daycare daddies are just nodding like crazy. “Makes sense to me, Dave.” “Gotta have it. Government-Funded Daycare. No way around that. Gotta have it.” “A woman’s right to choose! A woman’s right to choose!”

For the benefit of the rest of my readership, I decided to compose a partial list of Impossible Things To Believe Before Breakfast (jotted down over the course of an hour while working on a Cerebus page – I figured a dozen or so would get my point across).

I’ll just continue the numbering from our Daycare entries.

3. A woman’s doctor has more of a valid claim to participate in the decision to abort a fetus than does the father of that fetus.
4. So long as a woman makes a decision after consulting with her doctor, she is incapable of making an unethical choice.

[I was going to allow the Impossible Things to stand alone and “hatch out” however they might in each individual reader’s mind once they had been planted – to mix a metaphor. However, in the aftermath of Carol West’s resignation, that seems unnecessarily naive, given the wilfulness with which the hard questions are ignored in our society. So, here, interposed, is my more elaborate opinion on abortion:

The far larger question, to me, is one of “what God therefore hath joyned together let not man put asunder” (Matthew 19:6, Mark 10:9). (This, so far as I know, being the only genuinely Biblical quotation – the Synoptic Jesus again, caveat emptor – in the otherwise wholly and completely secular Christian wedding ceremony is a major reason that I have no objection to gay marriages. I’m reasonably certain that marriage is a completely pagan, completely female invention no more sacred as an institution than are feminism or communism. It is, after all, called Matrimony and not Patrimony, isn’t it? I mean, duh.) It seems to me utterly foolish to ascribe virtually any of our society’s haphazard – literally “catch as catch can” – marriage unions to our Creator. In my view, an omnipotent and omniscient being simply wouldn’t have that lousy a track record.

Pregnancy, it seems to me, is an altogether different matter.

Inexplicable as it is that some acts of coitus produce offspring while others do not (despite the best efforts of medical science to establish irrefutable “laws” of cause-and-effect) it seems to me that here, God’s hand is very much in evidence and “what God hath joyned together let not man put asunder” – sperm and egg, fertilized egg and uterine wall – very much applicable. If abortion is, as the feminists insist, a matter of a woman having control over her own body, then I think a public demonstration of a woman willing herself to become un-pregnant or willing her fertilized egg to detach itself from her uterine wall would settle the issue once and for all. At which point I would happily go along with the secular-humanist consensus view.

But, of course, a woman no more has control over her reproductive functions – apart from abstinence – than she has over the number of hairs growing on her head or the colour of her eyes.

Thus, to me, “a woman’s right to choose” constitutes little more than an imbecilic paraphrase of “free will”. That is, we are all, by the grace of God, free to choose. That is what free will is. We can choose to commit murder, we can choose to steal, we can choose to commit adultery. The underpinning of the life of the God-fearing individual is that there is a price to be paid – sometimes in this world, sometimes in the world to come, sometimes in both – for choosing incorrectly. The ritual sacrifice of babies is well-documented among the pagan peoples named in the Torah and is, irrefutably, an abomination in the eyes of God.

Is abortion in the same category?

As a global civilization, here in the first nanoseconds of the 21st century the present consensus would appear to be “yes, no and/or maybe”. Half of us believe that abortion is in no way comparable. Half of us believe that it is. To me, all that is relevant is God’s opinion and – since medical abortion evolved well after the death of God’s Last Messenger and Seal of Prophets, Muhammad (peace be upon him) in 632 CE – that is unknown to us. It is unknown to me and it is unknown to you and it is unknown to Pope John Paul II, his predecessors and his successors. Likewise with God’s opinion on condoms (ribbed, coloured or plain) and birth control pills.

On the Last Day when all is made plain to us, I would not be terribly surprised – from my present vantage point of self-admitted absolute ignorance – to find that abortions and birth control will be indictable offences for some and non-indictable offences for others, based on God’s superior and perfect knowledge of each individual . . .  just as I would not be terribly surprised to find that abortion and birth control will be deemed murder, High Crimes against one’s own soul and (far worse) the soul of another . . . or to find that abortion and birth control are considered lesser transgressions against one’s own soul: more comparable to, say, smoking than to, say, murder. Genuine faith in God, it seems to me, brings one face-to-face with the profound level of one’s own ignorance about what is right and what is wrong, post-632 CE. The fact that the various church hierarchies refuse to acknowledge their own ignorance in no way alters my own belief that we are all ignorant in these areas. But, the bottom line, to me is a) we won’t know until the Last Day and b) “a woman’s right to choose” contributes nothing to the debate.

In my own sexually-active days, I found the idea of “a woman’s right to choose” to be more than a little “ethically convenient”. Had any of the women I had had sex with gotten pregnant (none did, so far as I know), I could just take the secular-humanist “high road” of saying that I believed in “a woman’s right to choose” thus (theoretically anyway) allowing her to assume whatever “karmic debt” or “spiritual burden” results from having an abortion while, on my own part, “escaping” with just the financial burden of a few hundred dollars for the cost of the operation. Even in my secular-humanist days it seemed just a little too, as I say, “ethically convenient” considering what was actually involved: the irresponsible initiation of a human life followed by the equally irresponsible (to me) eradicating of that human life. Two wrongs don’t make a right, at the point of greatest reduction. It seemed to me a double ethical pitfall and, no, I don’t blame women for that. Women have as natural an affinity for medical science as they had for its progenitor, magic. If there is something that women can make use of that, in their view, will provide them with immediate tactical gratification or relief from anxiety, they will make use of it and then welcome any voodoo-professional feminist ideology band-aid assistance in rationalizing away their (I think, natural) feelings of guilt – so long as the assistance/rationalizing comes “after the fact”. It is, in my view, part of a man’s ethical obligation to his own soul and to his Creator to endeavour to be (or become) sufficiently wary of this female trait and for men to not allow their penises to lead them down specific unethical paths where a man’s own fate in this world and possibly the next becomes “bound up” with those disposed (predisposed?) to believe in these sorts of “ethical conveniences”. In saying that, I no more believe that women are to blame in any way for those occasions when I allowed my own penis to lead me down specific unethical paths than, as an example, cigarettes are to blame for the fact that, a year and a half after quitting smoking, I still want to smoke a cigarette. “It was my choice to smoke my first cigarette at the age of eleven and it was my choice to smoke every cigarette I smoked thereafter.

We now return you to your regularly-scheduled list of Impossible Things to Believe Before Breakfast, already in progress:]

5. A car with two steering wheels, two gas pedals and two brakes drives more efficiently than a car with one steering wheel, one gas pedal and one brake which is why marriage should always be an equal partnership.
6. It is absolutely necessary for women to be allowed to join or participate fully in any gathering place for men, just as it is absolutely necessary that there be “women only” environments from which men are excluded.
7. Because it involves taking jobs away from men and giving them to women, affirmative action makes for a fairer and more just society.
8. It is important to have lower physical standards for women firepersons and women policepersons so that, one day, half of all firepersons and policepersons will be women, thus more effectively protecting the safety of the public.
9. Affirmative action at colleges and universities needs to be maintained now that more women than men are being enrolled, in order to keep from giving men an unfair advantage academically.
10. Having ensured that there is no environment for men where women don’t belong (see no.6) it is important to have zero tolerance of any expression or action which any woman might regard as sexist to ensure greater freedom for everyone.
11. Only in a society which maintains a level of 95% of alimony and child support being paidby men to women can men and women be considered as equals.
12. An airline stewardess who earned $20,000 a year at the time that she married a baseball player earning $6 million a year is entitled, in the event of a divorce, to $3 million for each year of the marriage and probably more.
13. A man’s opinions on how to rear and/or raise a child are invalid because he is not the child’s mother. However, his financial obligation is greater because no woman gets pregnant by herself.
14. Disagreeing with any of these statements makes you anti-woman and/or a misogynist.

So, how did you do, fellas? Don’t worry if there were a few statements there that you disagreed with. Just use a few of these handy feminist obfuscations, like: “Well, of course, these issues are very, very complicated,” Or “While I see what Dave is saying, I have to say that I agree more than I disagree,” Or “Of course, these issues are all ‘works-in-progress’. I’d like to hear a few more opinions before I make up my mind,” Or “There might be some inequality but compared to the centuries of women being oppressed it seems a small price to pay temporarily until it all gets worked out.” If you notice that none of these obfuscations has anything to do with any of the statements just keep repeating “A woman’s right to choose! A woman’s right to choose! A woman’s right to choose!” until you stop thinking and/or start to feel better.

Although I have given the husbands a hard time here, I am not without sympathy, having been one myself once. Husbands, it seems to me, are caught between the Rock of Feminism and the Hard Place of their own marriages: that is, capitulate or leave. “Deadbeat Dads,” to me, is a skewed feminist perception. It is not that men are deserting their families in many cases, so much as it is that they are being driven from their families by the pressure to Believe Five Impossible Things Before Breakfast, to capitulate, that is, to Feminist Ideology, to admit to the Orwellian imperative to believe that Feminist Lies are the Truth and that Masculine Truths are Lies. Reason can’t win in an argument with Emotion. Reason can capitulate to Emotion or Reason can leave. In either case Emotion, being without any sound intellectual foundation, will always find itself fully justified in its every action.

For feminists, for wives, for women, for Emotion-based beings, it is a win/win/win/win situation. Either her husband a) capitulates to her views and, thus, places himself and his assets under her jurisdiction or b) portrays himself to her as having capitulated to her views and, thus, places himself and his assets under her jurisdiction or c) removes himself from her jurisdiction and surrenders half of his assets to her voluntarily or d) removes himself from her jurisdiction and is forced to surrender half of his assets to her by the courts (Did you hear about the new Divorced Barbie? She comes with half of Ken’s stuff).

It is ridiculous to discuss equality between the genders as anything but a feminist hallucination until women agree to surrender their “right” to alimony. Of course women will never surrender alimony because they are not, contrary to their very vocal protestations, equal to men. A percentage of the female population is capable of providing, for themselves, the basic necessities of life. But it is a small percentage, indeed, when compared with the female population which relies on the largesse of boyfriends, husbands, ex-husbands, fathers and/or the government . . .

. . . and of that small percentage a still smaller percentage of the female population is capable of generating surplus wealth – that is, creating employment, creating excess capital which provides not only for themselves but for others. That still smaller percentage exists in numbers sufficient only to make possible banner headlines and full colour photo-spreads of anecdotal success stories in Cosmo and People magazines: anecdotal success stories which are evasive of a central reality: that for every much-celebrated, much-heralded female success story in a given profession, discipline, art or business, there are hundreds – if not thousands – of male success stories in that same profession, discipline, art or business which are unheralded and uncelebrated: which are “merely” the fiscal foundation of our society and the source of our society’s – and most feminists’ – material wealth.

If this is false, then women are self-sustaining. If women are self-sustaining, then alimony is unnecessary and must be eliminated.

If this is true, then equality between the genders is an hallucination, a cul de sac of delusional societal “thinking”.

Women are the chauvinists, not men. Nicholas Chauvin was a devoted soldier and overzealous supporter of Napoleon Bonaparte and all things French. Chauvinism is defined as “Unreasoning (italics mine) attachment to one’s race, group, etc.” To celebrate, herald and champion one woman publicly for doing what hundreds and thousands of men are doing in obscurity is chauvinism: unreasoning attachment to female achievement out of proportion to its contribution to society, just as Chauvin’s devotion to Napoleon and all things French was drastically out of proportion to the limited importance of Napoleon, the limited importance of the French.

TANGENT II

In the second of my five “Tangents,” I’d like to address what I see as the misapprehensions of those strangest of political bedfellows, the feminist-homosexualist axis.

I think it was a combination of emotional empathy for societal underdogs and short-sighted tactical blundering on the part of feminists which impelled them to champion the cause of homosexualists in tandem with their own. I think that homosexualists figure – as any thoroughly marginalized socio-political wallflower would have “Just say ‘yes’ to anyone who can get us out on the dance floor, girls.”

If it was scarcely a match made in heaven, the two constituencies were, at least, “well met”: with a shared unwillingness to perceive any reality larger than their own anecdotal prejudices, a shared tendency to deify emotions and feelings as the totems most central to their respective tribal groupings and a preternatural ability to simply ignore any view or opinion which did not reinforce those prejudices and which did not kowtow to those totems.

A certain amount of blame for the unholy feminist-homosexualist axis (my gut instinct informs me) fairly attaches itself to Gore Vidal and his – as I discussed earlier – pioneering view that everyone is bisexual by nature and that what is perceived to be “homosexuality” or “heterosexuality” are the “luck of the draw” results of what behaviourists (good voodoo professionals all) define as “imprinting”. That is (now, promise you won’t laugh), that the natural instinct which impels a newly-hatched duckling to identify the first large, moving shape it sees as “mother” is the same instinct which leads us to our initial sexual experiences and, thus, leads us to believe that we are “homosexualists” or “heterosexualists”.

There, but for the grace of Barbi Benton’s 1969 Playboy pictorial, go I (as it were).

Now, whether this notion of “interchangability as norm” originated with the homosexualists, the feminists or (as I say) Gore Vidal, it found in the 1960s and 70s nutrient-rich soil in which to further itself as a Large Societal Misapprehension. But, whereas Mr. Vidal (I believe) fashioned said notion as a means of “tactical seduction” (pretty, weak-minded young men found “fence-sitting” could be persuaded in contradiction of their own best and most natural masculine instincts – that it is more natural to “swing both ways”) (“just this once” being, I would suppose, rather more than adequately suited to Mr. Vidal’s presumably . . . eclectic . . . purposes): I believe that the “interchangeability underpinning” was appropriated by the “ladies” for “doings” that were to prove a good deal “darker” in the long-term. That is, it was appropriated for the advancement of the idiosyncratic feminist view that the genders are interchangeable and that all distinctions between male and female are imposed by an evil patriarchal society which must be overthrown. Of course, like any counter-conspiracy of such magnitude, once you get started there is always something else that needs doing. You begin with the subversion of language, the eradication of gender-specific nouns and one thing just leads to another. Counter-indoctrination – the feminist/communist-style program of re-education/brainwashing – must needs assert itself in the very earliest collectivist environments: kindergarten is too late if the Workers’ – er – Feminist Paradise on Earth is to be achieved in our lifetime. The feminists began to “ramp up” nursery school, pre-nursery school and pre-pre-nursery school. The entertainment field and the arts community needed to be co-opted, designers of androgynous fashions pressed into service.

If the early push to equip all men with purses was a failure (“Men wear purses in Europe,” one feminist interjected, a hint of desperation in her tone, when I mentioned the subject socially), still virtually all of us in my generation, men and women, were – and are – wearing jeans of one description or another. Such major victories, however, are Pyrrhic ashes in the mouths of those for whom ideology is an absolute. If “gender interchangeability” is the hypothesis then there can be no rest until all societal fashions resemble those of the various Star Trek pyjamas-as-street-wear incarnations: interchangeability must be total.

One of the earliest bastions to fall (and which is still in the hands of the People’s Revolutionary Government of Gender Interchangeability) was Academe. I believe that Gore Vidal alluded to the conquest – however obliquely – in the closing paragraphs of his essay “Edmund Wilson: This Critic and This Gin and These Shoes” (New York Review of Books, September 25, 1980):

But Wilson was quite aware that “things” in themselves are not enough. Professor Edel quotes from Wilson‘s Princeton lecture: “no matter how thoroughly and searchingly we may have scrutinized works of literature from the historical and biographical point of view . . . we must be able to tell the good from the bad, the first-rate from the second-rate. We shall not otherwise write literary criticism at all.”

We do not, of course, write literary criticism at all now. Academe has won the battle in which Wilson fought so fiercely on the other side. Ambitious English teachers (sic!) now invent systems that have nothing to do with literature or life but everything to do with those games that must be played in order for them to rise in the academic bureaucracy. Their works are empty indeed. But then, their works are not meant to be full. They are to be taught, not read. The long dialogue has broken down. Fortunately, as Flaubert pointed out, the worst thing about the present is the future. One day there will be no . . . But I have been asked not to give the game away. Meanwhile, I shall drop a single hint: Only construct! (emphasis mine)

Reading between the lines, I think, in one sense or another, after they had misappropriated his “interchangeability thesis,” representatives of the mad little band of checkers-playing Ivy League tacticianettes (the “type” perhaps best exemplified by Hilary Rodham Antoinette) took it upon themselves to – somewhat gleefully, I’m sure – keep Mr. Vidal abreast of their “progress” in getting everything “all mixed up” along what they perceived – in their own addle-pated female way – to be the lines of his own ideology of interchangeability.

What heady days those must have been! Nothing but patriarchal gravestones as far as the eye could see, as easily tipped over as a sleeping cow! No feminist track record to defend! It tastes good! Other women are doing it! Who cares? (A woman’s right to choose! A woman’s right to choose! A woman’s right to choose!)

“Only construct!”

Sincere advice or sabotage through reverse psychology? I mean, it’s both. So meticulous a student of human history, so scrupulous a scholar of historical times and tides as Gore Vidal would recognize that – if the feminist inversion of society was to have the merest chance of success – it would need to be grafted onto the existing body politic and nurtured in tandem with it. With a great deal of care and a little bit of luck (well, okay, a lot of luck), the new growth would prove more suited to its environment than that which it was seeking to replace and the “old growth” would expire of its own obsolescent-by-contrast nature and accord. There are any number of examples of this in the supplanting of one form of civilisation by a successor civilisation.

Of course it was probably a matter of months rather than years after Vidal’s sage advice to “Only construct!” that Feminism hobbled itself and its chance of success with a severe outbreak of deconstructionism – the political equivalent of a raging yeast infection that, left unchecked, shows every sign of becoming a terminal cancer. Attempts at remission by defining Deconstructionism as “Politically Correct” only awakened the intelligentsia to the disturbing parallels between feminism and communism, the shared jargon, the wilful disinclination to shape and re-shape an hypothesis out of the best available evidence, but to always – perversely – manufacture and pick-and-choose evidence purely on the basis of its ability to support a given hypothesis (the underlying motive, as an example, compelling women to starve themselves to death rather than accept the fact that their body type is different from that of their homosexualist “allies”).

Did Vidal count on the fact that women can always be relied upon to do the opposite of what they are advised to do by a man? Was his own horror at the prospect of the Hilary Rodham Plantagenets of this world actually taking control the underlying motive in his giving them such an invaluable, irrefutable, best course of action distilled down to two words (and an exclamation point!), knowing that they would ignore him and, thus, undo their own totalitarian ambitions through their own fundamental “contrariness”?

I wonder.

I have less frequently run afoul of homosexualist disapprobation than I have that of feminists but on one notable occasion, when I had written that I was “sickened” by the thought of male homosexual acts, I received a letter from a very famous and very talented gay graphic novelist (so far as I know there is only one gay graphic novelist so the first two guesses don’t count) asking me something along the lines of “how dare (I) find what he and his lover do together sickening?”

This is what I mean by the anecdotal prejudices of the feminist-homosexualist axis, their frame of reference narrowed to the limits of their own idiosyncratic and tiny societal reality.

It was not a matter that I had consciously chosen at some point to sit down and persuade myself, “You know, I really must develop within myself a profound physical aversion to what famous-talented-gay-graphic-novelist and his boyfriend do in bed with each other.” The aversion was there, is there, as it is (so far as I know) with most, if not all, heterosexual men having nothing whatsoever to do with famous-talented-gay-graphic-novelist or his boyfriend as human beings. Had I been inclined to respond, I could very easily have said, “How dare you presume to dictate to another person what is or is not an appropriate, natural physical reaction within that person?”

It seems to me that it is typical of the “ists” – communists, feminists and homosexualists – that they genuinely see “re-education” as viable and not a violation, tolerant and not totalitarian and that they have always failed to see – whether it is in their communist or feminist-homosexualist incarnation – that “politically correct” is an oxymoron. It is only the totalitarian who sees the goal of politics to be the determination of the One Right Way to Think and it is only the totalitarian who fails to recognize that politics is the vital give-and-take, parry-and-thrust – the on-going give-and-take and parry-and-thrust – implied by the existence of contending viewpoints. As an example, I firmly believe that feminism is a misguided attempt to raise women above their place, which I firmly believe is secondary to that of men. I firmly believe that homosexuality – not homosexualists themselves – belongs at the margins of society and behind closed doors. I firmly believe that it must be tolerated just as I firmly believe it should not be publicly celebrated. “In your face” celebrated, I mean.

But I do not envision a world – nor would I endorse a world – where the feminist and the homosexualist needed to be “re-educated” or “have their consciousness raised” (or whatever feminist-homosexualist euphemism you prefer for brainwashing, indoctrination and sloganeering) so as to compel them to make their beliefs conform to my beliefs. Nor do I become indignant when my beliefs are challenged. I am more than willing to sharpen and clarify distinctions between my own views and the views of others (as I am doing at considerable length here) and I am always more than content to “agree to disagree,” but I confess that it does trouble me a great deal when political arrivistes like the homosexualists and the feminists think that what engenders a natural visceral reaction in another human being should – or even could – be modified to suit their prejudices as to what that reaction in their view – should be.

I like to avoid “Nazi analogies” (totalitarian seems preferable to me as a less pejorative term), but when someone appears to imply that my reactions, my visceral reactions, my own thoughts, my own interior repercussive awarenesses need to be managed or modified or obliterated, I do, I confess, hear the heavy tread of the jackboot in the back stairwell of my psyche.

Where I most particularly take issue with the feminist-homosexualist axis is with what I see as their monomaniacal haste to blur all distinctions between “tolerance” and “celebration” of “alternative” lifestyles. While feminists, in my experience, tend to view themselves as being very much unshockable “been there, done that” veterans of jaded sexual world-weariness, I beg to differ. When placed alongside the multiplicity of hues which make up the full spectrum of sexual “orientations,” the “rainbow” of your average feminists’ sexual experiences will (I can practically guarantee) prove positively monochromatic by contrast.

As a civilized person, I am more than willing to tolerate the algolagnist in his or her proper place at the margins of society and behind closed doors. An Algolagnist Pride Parade is another thing entirely.

I am not sure how widespread irrumation and self-irrumation are but I am sure that its devotees are very fond of it. However, my tolerance of their preference does not extend to public demonstrations of it in the food court of my local shopping mall and, no, I do not consider my intransigence on the subject to originate from either bigotry or intolerance.

Purely on an aesthetic level and with a wincing eye on the rapidly aging Baby Boom population, I think the place for gerontophilia is very much “out of sight” and very much “out of mind”.

Scopophilia is, I rather suppose, more universal than not, both in its legal and illegal forms. To the extent that (in the former instance) it has a nearly insatiable need for volunteers on both sides of the equation, I do not think that – in a civilized world – handing out application forms on street corners or soliciting by telephone would be any great improvement on its present place in society.

if my argument here seems insufficient, then let me as quickly and discretely as possible (if discretion is even possible under the circumstances) raise the spectre of pre-mortem consent relative to necrophilia: undoubtedly the vilest imaginable form of “estate planning,” a genuine test of libertarian absolutism . . .

. . . and just one of the many malignant vistas which open before the eyes of the strategically-minded when the tactically-limited begin to advocate and to practice the public celebration – rather than the tolerance – of “alternative” lifestyles and cultural “diversity”.

The very adjective, “alternative,” and the very noun, “diversity,” are both dangerously open-ended, pregnant with hidden significance and subject to very broad and disastrous future extrapolations that the tactically-limited feminist-homosexualist axis chooses, persistently, to ignore.

A case presently before the Supreme Court of Canada seems relevant, concerned as it is with whether or not possession of child pornography is a crime. Doubtless much taxpayer money will be expended as the Justices wrestle their way through to the conclusion that – while possession of photographs or filmic records (8 mm., videotape) of actual children in states of undress acting or posing in sexual situations with each other or with adults constitutes evidence of the commission of a crime (corruption of the morals of a minor) and that, consequently, said photographs and filmic records are disqualified as private property – the same cannot be said of drawings of or stories about entirely fictitious children with other fictitious children and/or fictitious adults.

Repulsive? To be sure. No question about it.

But I think that a close examination of the laws governing the civilized world in our present day will show that any attempt to ban any kind of creative work ultimately and absolutely fails because our civilized laws dating back to 1066 require that there be a demonstrable danger of physical harm before the law can take my action. Certainly, the near universal repulsion that heterosexual men experience in considering the existence of male homosexual pornography has done little to stem the tide of public displays and celebrations of work that would have been universally deemed – even a mere fifty years ago – as depraved: many of Robert Mapplethorpe’s more explicit photographs as an example. Feminists relish heterosexual male discomfiture in these situations. They simply revel in it. But, I suspect their empathic emotions are going to take an awful beating when efforts to suppress imagination-based child pornography ultimately fail on the same basis which permits the dissemination and possession of homosexual pornography. (The feminist-led Supreme Court handed down its ruling in January of this year while I was doing corrections on “Tangent.” If anyone is interested in reading my opinion of that ruling, write in. I think the Justices made several fundamental errors that will come back to bite them on their collective feminist asses.)

The point missed by the feminists, I think, is that the slope between tolerance and celebration is a slippery one, indeed. if there exists a clearly demarcated line – which can be legally drawn – between allowing public celebrations of those sexual orientations of which feminists approve and disallowing public celebrations of those sexual orientations of which feminists disapprove, I would certainly be eager to read it in iron-clad and unassailable legalese. But I am reasonably certain that that line does not exist and can’t possibly be made to exist despite the frantic efforts that feminists will, I am sure, bring – much too little, much too late – to the proceedings when the time does come.

Allowing Gay Pride Parades is the “thin end of the wedge” and I think myself safe in saying that creeping incrementalism is the inevitable result of the – however well-intentioned – blundering of short-sighted “logic of the next step” tacticians and tacticianettes.

This danger posed by creeping incrementalism is, so far as I can see, the rationale behind the sensible (and, I daresay, masculine) solution of “Don’t ask, don’t tell,” the Clinton Administration’s policy on gays in the U.S. military, much belittled (no big surprise) by the feminist-homosexualist axis.

As it becomes clear that there are any number of behaviours going on behind closed doors that any number of people find or would find personally abhorrent, it seems only sensible to restore privacy and confidentiality to sexual matters. Which, of course, matters of sexuality already had until feminists and the voodoo profession (“let it all hang out”) got hold of It. Although virtually all feminists are notoriously curious about other people’s private lives, notoriously inclined to discuss private matters with others and notoriously inclined to import this singularly female vice into the workplace (into which the unfairer sex have arrived en masse in the last thirty years), gossip-mongering, in my view, serves no good purpose. I’m not sure how one would argue against the proposition that society will proceed quite nicely and with a minimum amount of friction and abrasion if we all (All) remain wholly and completely unaware of the exact percentages of the population who participate in sexual activity A or sexual activity B and which of our friends and acquaintances do likewise.

Put another way, if we were to discover irrefutable evidence that a hitherto undetected majority of the population shares in the deviant sexual behaviour Ernest Hemingway confessed to enjoying with his pet cat, Boise, I fail to see any material benefit for society in having those individuals, collectively, make themselves known to us (“We’re Here! We’re Bestialists! And We’re Not Going Away!”) or what good might result from a Bestialists Pride Parade. I don’t believe I – or anyone else – needs to have our Bestiality Consciousness Raised and I don’t believe that either a Government- or Privately-Funded Study on Bestiality is worthwhile in any way.

In our society, whether we are consciously aware of it or not, if we have a name for “it”, then we tolerate “it”, whatever “it” is: at the margins of society and behind closed doors.

It seems to me that the next logical step is for everyone to agree not to talk about their own little precious “it” unless they are reasonably certain that they are in the company of like-minded devotees.

[While I was finishing “Tangent II,” Comics Journal 228 arrived In the mail with a review by a Miss or Mrs. Ruthie Penmark entitled “Dori Seda: Champagne Pissing Dog Fucker or First Great Woman Artist?” which begins, “I do not fuck my dog.”

No further questions, your honour.]

Although I firmly believe, for the reasons stated, that the place for homosexuality – again homosexuality, not those who practice it – is at the margins of society and behind closed doors, I do not believe that homosexuality is necessarily a sin.

According to Luke’s Gospel (17:21) when Jesus was asked by the Pharisees “when the kingdom of God should come,” Jesus is quoted as saying in reply,

I tell you, in that night there shall be two men in one bed: the one shall be taken and the other shall be left. (17:34)

Two women shall be grinding together: the one shall be taken and the other left. (17:35)

I think it stretches credulity to the breaking point to suggest that there might be some other reason for two men to be in a bed. Women, sure. Just a sleep-over. Women are like that.

But men?

I don’t think so.

Juxtaposed with the “two women . . . grinding together” . . .

Whichever of the disciples it was (they were all, presumably, nice orthodox Jewish boys) who recounted Jesus’ reply to Luke, I would doubt that he or they knew what the reply meant, but I would assume that Luke – a Greek physician – knew exactly what the reply meant.

These two verses are followed, in the Authorized Version of the Bible, by 17:36:

Two men shall be in the field: the one shall be taken and the other left

which, I suspect, was added by a later hand (whose owner also knew exactly what the reply meant and thought that what the reply meant ought to be changed). The marginal note in my King James 1611 facsimile rather dryly remarks:

This 36^th verse is wanting in the most of the Greek copies.

“No doubt,” I remember thinking to myself.

Aside from my ambivalence about the Synoptic Jesus which I have voiced elsewhere, it seems to me an open question (whose answer, like the answers to so many questions, is known only to God) as to what these two verses mean, specifically: whether they refer to a specific male homosexual and a specific lesbian who will be saved on the Last Day (too literal an interpretation in my view), whether half of all male homosexuals and half of all lesbians will be saved on the Last Day (less literal, but perhaps still too literal an interpretation) or if it means, in the more general sense, that according to the Jesus of Luke’s Gospel, homosexuality per se doesn’t automatically disqualify a soul from being saved and that homosexuality exists somewhere on the “sin spectrum” between murder and (let’s say) bad hygiene – at a position closer to the latter than the former.

Or (perhaps) at the very least, closer to bad hygiene than murder than the entrenched custodians of the Law of Moses, the Scribes and the Pharisees, would have held in the 1^st century of the Common Era.

TANGENT III

(Leaving aside those males who, in the words of a cartoonist friend of mine, “aren’t women trapped inside men’s bodies – they’re just crazy . . . ”)

No one wants to be a woman.

If, prior to our life on this earth, we were presented with the option of being male or female, a short description of the functions of the male versus the female genitalia (with emphasis on menstruation, menstrual cramps, PMS, labour pains, yeast infections, et al) would most certainly result in so vast a number of us choosing the male “equipment” (what, is this a trick question?) that it is difficult, if not impossible, to envision any woman being born into this world at all.

To me, it seems less a case of penis envy (Sigmund Freud having lived in altogether too chivalrous a time period for such “plain talk” as I offer here) than it is one of vagina abhorrence from the standpoint of the “would-be tenant” in contemplating a role as “owner-proprietor”. Alas, for reasons known only to our Creator, (almost exactly) half of us come out on the losing end of the coin toss. If things seem pretty “even steven” (leaving aside the fact that a penis, self-evidently, constitutes an anatomical “presence” and a vagina, self-evidently, an anatomical “absence”) over the course of the first ten or eleven years in the life of a boy and a girl there does, alas, “come the day . . . ”

It would take a very hard-hearted individual, indeed (someone like myself, for instance) to find anything amusing in the level of Mortification at the Sheer Cosmic Unfairness of It All with which a young girl must greet the news that every twenty-eight days or so for decades-upon-decades stretching as far into the future as a ten- or eleven-year-old can possibly conceive – that a “little friend will be coming to visit”. A “little friend” who (it seems) will be just as catastrophic and humiliating a mess as the one who has (just now) paid a first most unwelcome social call.

No one wants to be a woman.

Taxing the limits of my own not-inconsiderable imagination, I have no doubt that had I a “little friend” who paid me such “visits” – in a desperate attempt to cling to what remained of my sanity in the aftershock of the full extent of the horrible news “sinking in,” I am certain that I would very quickly set about the business of manufacturing a fairy-tale world for myself in which I was – in all other regards – indistinguishable from a gender which does not . . .

. . . leak?

No one wants to be a woman.

But, to me – unless you have been forced, by virtue of being a husband (caught between the Rock of Feminism and the Hard Place of your marriage), to hollow yourself out and Believe any number of Impossible Things Before Breakfast – the fact that no one wants to be a woman in no way validates entrenching the misapprehension (either in law or in societal custom) that men and women are interchangeable. To do so, it seems to me, is to once again march in lockstep with the communist model of picking and choosing evidence for its ability to support a given hypothesis rather than framing an hypothesis from the best available evidence.

To me, the best available evidence in terms of gender, is that – in the two-gender human “race” between man and woman and their (respectively) “present” and “absent” genitalia, with the arrival of the “little friend” in the feminine camp and with no analogous “little friend” arriving in the masculine camp – men take the gold medal and women, alas, take the silver. It seems to me that women have the option of saying “we are the losers” or they can say, “we win the silver medal.” The glass is half-full or the glass is half-empty.

But – whichever assessment seems to best reflect womankind’s view of its unchangeable circumstance – gender interchangeability (looking as objectively as I can at the best available evidence) amounts to biological “social-climbing” on the part of women, just as the attempt to make homosexuality and heterosexuality interchangeable amounts to societal “social-climbing” on the part of homosexualists.

The urge deep within the female breast towards interchangeability, towards “crowding the centre,” is not limited to striving to make her gender interchangeable with the masculine gender, homosexualists interchangeable with heterosexualists. The idiosyncratic female view that “everything is basically the same as everything else,” that distinctions should not/do not and do not/should not exist anywhere, that “discrimination” is solely a pejorative (as Frank Miller adroitly pointed out at one time, when he orders steak instead of hamburger in a restaurant he is committing an act of discrimination) also finds expression in their belief/feeling that children are (more or less) interchangeable with adults and that they should be treated as such: that the imposition of any kind of discipline on a child by its father is simply patriarchal tyranny, an abuse of power which can lead only to the child experiencing lifelong voodoo profession trauma. Children, like adults, have inalienable human rights (goes the screw-loose approximation of female “reasoning”) and must, therefore, be allowed full license to pursue – with the imposition of as few external limitations as possible – what children perceive to be their own best interests.

The end product of this “reasoning” is on display in the food court of any shopping mall in the soon-to-be-completely-uncivilized world on any given Saturday afternoon.

New Impossible Thing to Believe Before Breakfast:

15. Children must be allowed to raise themselves and determine for themselves what does and does not constitute ethical, responsible behaviour.

What is at issue, it seems to me, is the dichotomy which exists between the masculine and feminine interpretations of “out of the mouths of babes . . . ”

To a man, this aphorism implies that “although children are unshaped and incomplete beings until they reach the age of their majority, it is an interesting naturally-occurring phenomenon that – apropos nothing and even in the earliest stages of verbal communication – a child will, on rare occasions, voice an observation which, in defiance of all rules of logic, is actually germane and relevant to an adjacent conversation taking place on a much higher plane of sentient communication.”

The feminine interpretation tends more in the direction of “. . . because children are, indeed, from Heaven and are pure and untainted and good and decent and true in all regards, full of pure love and joy and compassion and innocence, their utterances, likewise, are pure and untainted and good and decent and true in all regards and the sooner we can all set our hearts on a quest to find the purest and least minted and most decent six-year-old in the world and appoint him/her leader of the civilized world and do whatever he/she tells us to do without question, the sooner we will arrive at the utopia which is always just there over the rainbow.”

Put another way, I think the Prophet Isaiah’s well-known prognostication, “And a childe shall lead them . . . ” is one to warm the hearts of dim-bulb women everywhere and to chill the soul of every God-fearing man. It also seems to me that, with the feminist takeover of Academe and the media and feminist infiltration of the world’s governing councils, we are probably a number of steps further along that particular “yellow-brick road” as well – and probably a good deal further along than we were in Isaiah’s 8th century BCE.

Being a firm believer that statistics can be manipulated to support any argument, I tend to avoid them – except in those instances where the margin is so great as to imply (even with the greatest allowance for statistical error) that “something ain’t kosher in Milwaukee” (the “95% of alimony and child support being paid by men to women,” being a good example).

When it comes to the problems posed by feminists endeavouring to “crowd the centre” by attempting to make children interchangeable with adults, I offer the statistic that one of the very few categories of crime which is increasing, rather than decreasing, in our society is that of Youth Crime, which is reportedly up a whopping 35% over the period 1990-1999.

I think myself safe in saying that this is a direct result of the implementation in our society of the feminist view that anything is better than having a father rear his child in the traditional way that worked for centuries upon centuries (mother, with her idiosyncratic notions of love über alles, in charge of daily, minute-by-minute custodial care and – “Wait ’til your father gets home” – fathers in charge of the setting of boundaries and the imposition of discipline and “course corrections” when an attempt is made to breach those boundaries). To the feminist, anyone is preferable to the father being in charge of a child’s upbringing: social workers, daycare supervisors, girlfriends, homosexualists, how-to books, Oprah Winfrey, the voodoo profession, security guards at the mall, teachers – even the child itself is more readily trusted than not-so-dear old Dad.

In my view, women want too much to be loved unreservedly for them to be entrusted with “setting a course” for a child’s development. Coupled with their misbegotten female notion that the source of their own unhappiness has always been “not being allowed to do exactly what they want exactly when they want”, they strive to create happiness in their children by letting their children do exactly what they want exactly when they want. A recipe for disaster, of course, but then men, with their long experience with the unfairer sex, could tell them that you can’t have both. If a father or a boyfriend or a husband lets his wife and/or girlfriend do whatever she wants whenever she wants, what he will get from her – far from unreserved love – will be wilful condescension coupled with varying degrees of contempt. She will blame him that absolute freedom does not result in absolute happiness. And likewise do children. With no masculine discipline imposed upon them, no boundaries to be observed which can’t be transgressed simply by wilfully doing so – or by playing mother’s “heart on her sleeve” emotions like a concert violin – the result is never absolute happiness but, rather, a state more closely resembling absolute misery and the mother (as the source of that misery) and the father (as duplicitous abdicator of his own authority) being treated with the aforementioned wilful condescension and varying degrees of contempt.

Ideology being an absolute in the feminist world, this causes yet another instance of selecting evidence to support the given hypothesis, another Impossible Thing to Believe Before Breakfast:

16. When one is loved unreservedly, one is treated with wilful condescension and varying degrees of contempt.

“Aren’t men to blame for any of this?”

Well, yes. I think it would be impossible to underestimate the degree to which men are fully culpable for the rise in Youth Crime, specifically through allowing feminists and the voodoo profession to persuade us that discipline – both physical and verbal – are “old hat” and part of a discredited “patriarchal model”: that discipline, in any form, is synonymous with abuse. To me, taking it as a given that reason cannot prevail in any argument with emotion, there must come a point – with women and children – where verbal discipline has to be asserted, and if verbal discipline proves insufficient, that physical discipline be introduced. Women and children have soft, cushy buttocks which are, nonetheless, shot through with reasonably sensitive nerve endings.

I believe that those buttocks are there for a very specific purpose intended by their Creator.

There is no good reason that a man should not listen to misguided, fairy-tale vocalizations and unsound, emotion-based twaddle-and-nonsense for however long it amuses or interests him to do so or for however long seems to him politic and/or chivalrous (standards will vary).

However.

When the point does arrive when the amusement value has exhausted itself or good manners and chivalry have been stretched to their limit, “That’s enough,” spoken firmly, distinctly and above a conversational tone – with women and children – should be sufficient. If it proves insufficient, measured blows to the buttocks – “measured,” to me, meaning blows which, cumulatively, leave no mark which endures longer than, say, an hour or two but which will make sitting down an uncomfortable proposition for a comparable length of time, blows which are an inescapable consequence of failing to heed the verbal “that’s enough” seem the only sensible way to evenly balance the unfair advantage emotion has over reason. This, to me, falls well short of actual physical abuse but exists well within the upper registers of “attention-getting devices” for those women and children who have proven themselves to be of inadequate and/or unfocussed attentions.

Of course, in our present society, with its feminist-infected judiciary, any husband/father following this sensible course of action would very quickly run afoul of the voodoo profession and the law and find himself up on charges of common assault or domestic violence and (more likely as not) sentenced to “ist” style “re-education” in the feminist way of doing things. In our feminist-infected, feminist-misdirected society the husband/father really has only two courses of action open to him: a) capitulate to feminism or b) leave.

I think it safe to say that women/feminists – having adopted Impossible Things to Believe Before Breakfast numbers 15 and 16 (collect them all!) in place of verbal and physical discipline for their children (and in light of that 35% increase in Youth Crime) – have demonstrated that they are incapable of either understanding or administering discipline.

Slow-witted to the point of catatonia as feminists have, time and again, proven themselves to be when their emotions tell them one thing (“absolute freedom makes children happy”) and reason tells them another (“children need firm parentally-imposed discipline, both verbal and physical, and I, as a feminist, am not capable of administering either”) there is little hope that this situation will change anytime soon. It is, as is always the case, foolish in the extreme for men to concede any philosophical territory to feminists for exactly that reason. Caught between what her emotions are telling her and what reason plainly indicates, a feminist is capable of vacillating for decades (if not centuries) before conceding any self-evident point.

Yes, I believe that men must shoulder more than their fair share of the blame for the sorry state of affairs in so many areas of our misguided Feminist society. It is a natural mistake to assume that perception-is-perception-is-perception, but that in no way mitigates the blame that must attach to men for so carelessly overlooking for so long the dichotomy between masculine and feminine perceptions.

Take, as an example, the late Charles Schulz’s wonderful comic strip, Peanuts.

We all loved Peanuts, right? We were all reading the same strips and we were all laughing at them. If anything was a shared enthusiasm of men and women, an example of gender interchangeability, it was that We All Loved Peanuts (particularly in its hey-day in the 60s and 70s).

But, it occurs to me, that the masculine and feminine perceptions of the strip were very, very different.

Men, I think, enjoyed the ridiculousness of the premise: a bunch of six-year-old kids talking like adults. One of my favourite strips had Schroeder coming out to the pitcher’s mound where Charlie Brown says something to him about how it’s driving him crazy how badly the team is playing. And Schroeder says, “Man is born to trouble as the sparks fly upwards”. Charlie Brown, of course, asks, “What?” And Linus comes out to the pitcher’s mound and says “It’s from the Book of Job, it means . . . ” and suddenly all of the kids are out at the pitcher’s mound debating the Book of Job (with Lucy, of course, grousing, “What about Job’s wife? I don’t think she gets enough credit!” Job’s wife, with her immortal advice as to how Job might escape his ordeal: “Curse God and die.”)

A nice balance, the ridiculousness of children talking about these adult concerns with a little low-grade theology into the bargain.

But, I think for women, this was evidence that “finally, at least one man ‘gets’ it.” “Gets” what? “At least one man understands that children are adults and we should be treating them as adults.”

The “out of the mouths of babes” thing:

“If we would just do what the children are telling us to do, we could have all the world’s problems straightened out in a week-and-a-half!”

Ah.

You don’t believe me. “No, Dave. I think you’ve gone too far with that one. Give me one concrete example of Feminists treating children as adults.”

Elian Gonzalez.

To me, there is a clear and perfect example of Feminism Run Amuck in our society. There is an example where, for a period of many, many months, it was “up in the air” as to whether or not a six-year-old . . .

1. Six.Year. Old.

. . . was or was not going to be granted the right to apply for political asylum.

Political. Asylum.

And who represented the “yay” side? You got it. Feminist social workers and the voodoo profession. I remember being moved to wonder if Dell Publishing had had the opportunity to publish a Children’s Big Golden Book of Marxist Theory or if Mattel had gotten the See-and-Say version of Das Kapital into Toys R Us in time to make a useful contribution to the proceedings.

I believe that every hollowed-out ventriloquist-puppet husband from Bill Clinton on down who allowed such a travesty to proceed for longer than nine or ten minutes – yes – I think they are very much to blame and are wholly culpable for dramatically worsening the Feminist mess in which we find ourselves.

Which leads me to another example of feminist sloganeering: “Child poverty”.

Gosh, I know what you mean. Before I was ten years old, I doubt that I ever grossed more than a hundred dollars a year.

That’s insane. There is no such thing as “child poverty”. Children are not poor and children are not rich. There is no such thing as a white-collar child and there is no such thing as a blue-collar child. Children do not file income tax returns. Children do not pay rent or arrange mortgages.

We are back in the realm of two-plus-two does not, in fact, equal five. The best evidence we have available would seem to indicate that two-plus-two, in fact, equals four, instead. You can debate the point if you wish, but I can scarcely imagine on what basis you intend to do so. So, let me just reiterate for the benefit of the emotionally-impaired:

There. Is. No. Such. Thing. As. Child. Poverty.

As a caring and compassionate society, we give to unwed mothers, unemployed mothers, unemployable mothers, unemployed ex-wife/mothers and unemployable ex-wife/mothers – gratis – a completely and entirely unearned income, the amount of which – relative to 90% of the world’s population – can only be conservatively estimated as being somewhere in the vicinity of mind-bogglingly indescribable wealth. And let me – quite uncharitably – point out that the decision to do so was made by men at a time when women were as rare as hen’s teeth in the legislatures and governing councils of our civilization.

We are, as men, perfectly aware that the vast majority of women are incapable of providing for themselves, let alone providing for their offspring. This is the underlying motivation in the development of welfare as we know it and the use of discrete euphemisms like “welfare” and “mothers’ allowances” instead of “bovine charity” and “bimbo subsidies”. I break ranks with my own chivalrous gender to point out that – when the loony left of Canada’s own Political Action Committee on the Status of Women stages a protest on Parliament Hill (as they did in the fall of 2000) demanding a) greater independence and b) more social programs – they make themselves irretrievably ridiculous in the eyes of anyone capable of coherent thought.

Feminists will always want more money from men, more money for unemployed and unemployable mothers. Because men are, in the main, compassionate and charitable fellows collectively, feminists tend always to get the money that they seek. If men are, collectively, too chivalrous (present narrator excepted) to point out the extent to which the whole sordid process undermines the feminist hallucination in toto – to point out (as an example) that “equal pay for work of equal value” is already The Rule as it has been The Rule for centuries, that it is, in fact, the Central Reality of our (largely) free market economy and it is only that women’s work, on the whole, is of lesser value as determined by that (largely) free market economy (whereby, for instance, the value of the work of a self-publishing cartoonist like myself is established by The Rule of that free market as being considerably less than that of many, many other cartoonists and that of many, many other disciplines and professions) – it might be hoped that women would reciprocate by being so good as to desist from attempting to propagate any further the delusion that children are poor.

Children are not poor.

Children are children.

A child’s wealth is the depth and breadth of interest and attention and caring and discipline and time (not quality time but quantity time) which is given to it by its parents with an eye to shaping it into a worthwhile adult.

Children are not poor.

Single mothers are not poor.

People in Thailand are poor. People in Malaysia are poor. People in Iraq are poor. People in San Salvador are poor.

As a single mother, you are merely less indescribably wealthy than you would like to be. Which – considering that it was your own series of unwise choices which brought you to the situation in which you find yourself – seems somewhat less a cause for either hand-wringing anxiety or “give ’til it hurts” generosity which you seem always to think are the only two appropriate reactions to yourself and to your “better off than 90% of the world’s population” circumstance.

I am a firm believer in the Islamic notion that the community has a right to a specific share of each individual’s accumulated wealth – quite apart from whatever share is accounted for by taxes. There is no direct English translation for zakat, but that is, roughly, the concept behind it. Alms-giving-as-taxation, to feed the hungry in your own geographic community (I donate to the Food Bank of Waterloo Region). But my belief in and adherence to the zakat in no way diminishes my revulsion at the feminist effort to make children interchangeable with adults, to describe children as either poor or rich with, in short, the feminist tactical effort to entrench this view-point in law so as to increase the unearned income of unemployed and unemployable women by establishing a guaranteed income for each child (which incomes would, of course, become the property of the custodial parent – three guesses who that turns out to be). If this is not the sleazy, greedy and underhanded long-term motive behind the misuse of the term “child poverty” by feminists in the industrialized countries, I apologize, but I think it is ridiculous to entertain the idea that feminists have any other tactical objective in mind.

It is another example of feminists “crowding the centre,” attempting to make women interchangeable with men, homosexualists interchangeable with heterosexualists and children interchangeable with adults. To me, it is nonsensical. It is an Impossible Thing to Believe Before Breakfast. And yet, increasingly, it is the way we conduct our society.

Yes, men are very much to blame. Take the minor hit movie which spawned a sequel or two: Look Who’s Talking. Is there any more universal a masculine trait than to supply a comedic voice for a baby – to narrate the unthinking and insensible gestures and expressions of a wholly unshaped and incomplete human-being-in-the-raw-material-state and to give it a thinking, sensible, humorous and ironic context far, far, far, far in excess of that being’s actual aptitudes and abilities?

And could there have been any more universal a mistake made by men in doing so? A harmless bit of fun?

Perhaps, but then a man is always aware that a baby is a baby and an adult is an adult It seems to me that men are culpable for missing – missing completely and thoroughly – that the same cannot be said of a woman’s awareness. In fact, with a woman, as an emotion-based being, exactly the opposite is true. To a woman, a baby, for all intents and purposes, as a being self-evidently capable of feeling emotions and capable of displaying emotions and vocalizing emotions, to a woman, in all ways which are vital or important or significant to a woman . . .

. . . a baby is interchangeable with an adult.

So what is a game, a harmless diversion, a source of entertainment to a man, merely reinforces a central and (to me) imbecilic female conceit. If women did not necessarily believe, in context, that the baby was actually saying and/or thinking, “Uh, y’mind passin’ me that bottle there, Mac?” all that did was reinforce for them that their perception of what was going on in that tiny cranium was the more accurate of the two (“Daddy is being so silly”), reinforce for them that their own predisposition to believe that life begins with the first visible expression of emotion and that – once visible emotion and vocalized emotion exist in a human being – anything which is grafted onto that being later (intellect, reason, literacy, etc.) is really just window-dressing. At best, secondary. At best, tangential. And reinforced for them that men – fathers – were and are frivolous individuals who perceive babies (and, as a consequence, everything else) inaccurately. Considering how dramatically limited the female intellect is, yes, I think that men are very much to blame for allowing a profound misapprehension like that to flourish in the female “brain”.

TANGENT IV

It gets worse.

To me, it gets far worse when it comes to the animal kingdom and there, again, I think men must shoulder more than their fair share of the blame.

In the same sense that it is true that women see themselves as interchangeable with men, homosexualists as interchangeable with heterosexualists, children and babies as interchangeable with adults, it is also true, for the most part, that women believe that animals are interchangeable with human beings.

I believe, for the sake of appearances, they will allow themselves to be bullied into acknowledging that there is a distinction:

“Uh, you do realize that your cat is just a cat. That a cat is a very low form of life.”

Yes, pushed to the wall and having to, you know, say it out loud, to a man, a woman will grudgingly admit that a human being is a human being and a cat is a cat. But she is certainly not going to he amenable to exploring the subject to any great depth.

“That is, you are aware that, no matter how much time and effort you devoted to doing so, you could never teach your cat to play even the simplest card game, like Hearts.”

That’s true. I know that little Snowball will never learn how to play Hearts.

Inside, I can practically guarantee you that what she will be thinking is: Well, so what? I know lots of people who have never learned how to play Hearts, and/or What’s so special about a stupid card game? and/or I think it’s more important what’s inside a person than whether or not they can play cards. Even calling female attention to this, making them laugh at the absurdity of it (I hope making them laugh at the absurdity of it: otherwise we are all inhabiting a Circle of Hell far closer to the innermost ring than I have hitherto suspected) will, I am entirely certain, in no way modify the fact that this is the way they think – or, rather, “think”: with their hearts, first and foremost, their love for little Snowball or little Whatever-It-Is dictating the fairy-tale foundation upon which their lives rest: that little Snowball and Mummy are just two peas in a pod.

“Mummy.”

Consider that one, if you will, gentlemen.

As the comedienne, Rita Rudner, put it, “My husband and I just got a dog. Now, he’s not a child substitute. At least, that’s what his pediatrician tells us.” At one level – you know, confined to the kitchen, the laundry room, the backyard – however inherently stupid, there is a charming, amusing and whimsical quality to that – less charming, less amusing and less whimsical when one realizes that women are out in the workforce now. Many of them occupy positions of authority. And they are allowed to vote.

Sensitive as the antennae on an ant as the average feminist is to the slightest nuance or hint of depredation (however inadvertent) which might in any way cast aspersions on her Inviolate Status as Citizen and Fully-Fledged Human Being, still it is the pleasure – nay, the pride – of many, many, many of them to refer to themselves as the “Mummy” of feral and insensible beasts and to “kiss” on the mouth a creature which uses its tongue to keep its anus clear of feces.

Here, again, the masculine gender must shoulder more than its fair share of the blame for this deplorable state of affairs, most especially for the historical decision to allow animals in the house. Clearly, this came about through the fault of fathers surrendering to the weakness they experience in dealing with their daughters. No lofty trajectory of the imagination is required to envision the centuries of pleading that must have gone into the winning of that first victory by a daughter over her father: inclement weather, undoubtedly, serving as the thin end of the wedge . . .

“Please, Papa, it’s freezing outside.”

. . . and, in the succeeding years, the rest of the civilizational barricades between man and beast falling like dominos. (Well, all right, just this once) KLUNK (Well, all right but he stays in the entryway) KLUNK (Well, all right, but keep him in the kitchen) KLUNK (Well, all right, but keep him on the hardwood) KLUNK (Well, all right, but he has to stay on the floor) KLUNK (Well, all right, but he has to stay at the foot of the bed) KLUNK (Well, all right, but he has to stay on top of the covers) KLUNK

Who can doubt that we’re only a generation or two away from “Well, all right, but don’t give him the good china”?

It’s not hard to see the question that that first capitulating father asked himself and which each successive father asked himself as each successive societal barricade fell:

“Where’s the harm?”

The harm, I believe, as we are seeing now, is that women quite literally don’t know whether they are human beings or animals. Nature reflects and there is, to me, a fundamental danger to society in the undeveloped, tactical, emotion-based female “mind” staring lovingly into the eyes of a feral beast which derives interchangeable pleasure from eating, sleeping and licking feces from itself . . . and with that female “mind” identifying her-(it-?)self with that feral creature and (the crux of this part of my thesis) persuading herself that she has more in common with a feces-licking creature than the opposite gender of her own species or seeing herself as having just as much in common with feral beasts as with men or seeing herself as a mediator halfway between man and beast or seeing herself as an ambassador to the world of men from the animal kingdom.

All, to me, are sickening realities to contemplate. All that is unknown is the numerical percentages of womankind’s members who mentally inhabit each of the four skewed outlooks.

What if?

What if, gentlemen, only three percent of existing women genuinely consider themselves to be human and ninety-seven percent consider themselves to be animals or part animals?

You think I’m being an alarmist.

Permit me to buttress my argument with the assertion that there is a world of difference between a Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals, the masculine innovation of the 19th century – a nice civilized gesture, scarcely on par with a genuinely noble human enterprise (like ending slavery, as an example), but a nice gesture-and the Feminist “innovation” of the century just completed, animal “rights”.

Animal.

Rights.

Insufficient to screw-loose Feminist purposes is a Society dedicated to Preventing acts of Cruelty against Animals, an altogether sensible example of noblesse oblige from God’s highest creation on this earth to the lower life forms (feel the “ladies” bristle at that one). No, what is required by feminists is nothing short of Pan-DNA Rights and Freedoms.

Animal.

Rights.

Can the day be far distant when the local animal shelter will have to present a writ of habeas corpus, convene a “show cause” hearing and provide a court-appointed attorney (“Do you understand your Animal Rights as I have explained them to you?” “Woof.”) before they can be allowed to lock up a stray mutt found digging up lawns and scattering garbage?

Clearly, when womankind sets what passes for its “mind” upon “crowding the centre,” it seizes upon anything and everything: – homosexualists, babies, children, cats, dogs – to do so.

It seems to me that this is part and parcel of women being the silver medallists in the human race. If woman cannot achieve the masculine gold medal, then everyone and everything else as far as the eye can see must be recast as a silver medallist as well. Gold medal status must be made aberrational by every means of collectivist exclusion available to the unfairer sex. Society must be reshaped in such a way that silver medal status becomes the societal norm and gold medal status is made interchangeable with it, subservient to it and/or moved to the periphery of its own masculine context which defines it.

There is a certain hysteria (in its literal definition which so offends – and defines – feminists) which obtains here: a demented, histrionic quality of “if I can’t be equal to you, then I will cast myself into the gutter” if a woman can’t be a man, she will make herself interchangeable with homosexualists, with babies, with children, with cats and with dogs.

“A woman’s right to choose,” indeed. And, to me, a lunatic misuse of free will, undoubtedly as old as free will itself.

TANGENT V 

(All quotations in Tangent V are from David I. Garrow’s Bearing the Cross, William Morrow and Company, New York, 1986. Used without permission)

Before MIA became more widely synonymous with “missing in action,” it was, first, the acronym of the Montgomery Improvement Association, an organization which – on the basis of the May 17, 1954 U.S. Supreme Court decision in Brown V. Board of Education of Topeka (which held that the segregationist doctrine of “separate but equal” was unconstitutional) – campaigned to desegregate the city buses of Montgomery, Alabama. The Association chose to do this by means of a boycott of the Montgomery City Lines buses by its Negro patrons, insightfully grasping the fact that the greatest leverage possible in effecting change in a capitalist society is the withholding of capital (the Negro population of Montgomery represented fully three quarters of all bus patrons in that city).

The MIA was composed of leaders from the Montgomery Negro community, many of whom were Baptist ministers. While the means (the boycott) and the end (desegregation) were clear, this was Alabama and the conquest of their own individual and collective fear was, clearly, their most pressing on-going concern. When word came that newspaper photographers would be attending an early MIA mass meeting, some of the ministers seemed reluctant to volunteer as speakers. E. D. Nixon, a past president of the Montgomery chapter of the NAACP (The National Association for the Advancement of Colored People) rebuked them angrily:

Somebody in this thing has got to get faith. I am just ashamed of you. You said that God has called you to lead the people and now you are afraid and gone to pieces because the man tells you that the newspaper men will be here and your pictures might come out in the newspaper. Somebody has got to get hurt in this thing and if you preachers are not the leaders then we have to pray that God will send us some more leaders.

The presidency of the fledgling MIA devolved upon a young minister named Martin Luther King whose call to the ministry, by his own admission, “was not a miraculous or supernatural something, on the contrary it was an inner urge calling me to serve humanity”. He had previously existed in “a state of scepticism . . . until I studied a course in [the] Bible in which I came to see that, behind the legends and myths of the Book were many profound truths which one could not escape.” (italics mine)

Now of course, I was religious. I grew up in the church. I’m the son of a preacher . . . my grandfather was a preacher, my great grandfather was a preacher, my only brother is a preacher, my daddy’s brother is a preacher, so I didn’t have much choice I guess.

The first time that Martin Luther King addressed the Montgomery Improvement Association, he told them, “We must keep God in the forefront. Let us be Christian in all of our action.”

If it was true that conquering their own fear was the largest concern of the MIA membership, it was certainly no less of a pressing imperative for the Association’s young president. A critical moment arrived for him on the night of January 27, 1955 when his faith in himself and his ability to serve in his new capacity was at a low ebb. The phone rang, the latest in a series of anonymous callers to the home he shared with his wife and baby daughter “Nigger, we are tired of you and your mess now. And if you aren’t out of this town in three days, we’re going to blow your brains out and blow up your house.” As Martin Luther King recalled it later:

I got to the point that I couldn’t take it any longer. I was weak. Something said to me, you can’t call on Daddy now, he’s up in Atlanta a hundred and seventy-five miles away. You can’t even call on Mama now. You’ve got to call on the something in that person that your Daddy used to tell you about, that power that can make a way out of no way.

And I discovered, then, that religion had become something real to me and I had to know God for myself. And I bowed down over that cup of coffee. I will never forget it. I prayed a prayer and I prayed out loud that night. I said, “Lord, I’m down here trying to do what’s right. I think I’m right. I think the cause that we represent is right. But, Lord, I must confess that I’m weak now. I’m faltering. I’m losing my courage. And I can’t let the people see me like this, because if they see me weak and losing my courage, they will begin to get weak.”

And it seemed, at that moment, that I could hear an inner voice saying to me, “Martin Luther, stand up for righteousness. Stand up for justice. Stand up for truth. And, lo, I will be with you, even unto the end of the world.” I heard the voice of Jesus saying still to fight on. He promised never to leave me, never to leave me alone. No, never alone. No, never alone. He promised never to leave me, never to leave me alone.

The King house was bombed several nights later, as King addressed the congregation at Ralph Abernathy’s First Baptist Church. In his own words, King “accepted the word of the bombing calmly. My religious experience a few nights before had given me the strength to face it.”

Addressing the crowd which had gathered outside his home, a crowd which (not surprisingly) threatened, at any moment, to turn into an unruly mob, King said:

I want you to love your enemies. Be good to them. Love them and let them know you love them . . . if I am stopped, this movement will not stop . . .  if anything happens to me, there will be others to take my place.

An ancient schism, as old as humanity itself, began to form within that “movement” hard on the heels of these extraordinary events. To me, it was a schism exemplified, on the one hand, by the comments of Jo Ann Robinson, president of Montgomery’s Women’s Political Council:

The amazing thing about our movement is that it is a protest of the people. It’s not a one man show. It is not the preachers’ show. It’s the people. The masses of this town, who are tired of being trampled on, are responsible. The leaders couldn’t stop it if they wanted to.

. . .  and on the other, by the words of Reverend Glenn E. Smiley, a white official of the Fellowship of Reconciliation and an expert on non-violence and the non-violent stratagems of Mahatma Gandhi. Writing to friends, Smiley described his first interview with Martin Luther King as “one of the most glorious, yet tragic interviews I have ever had.” He went on to say that

I believe that God has called Martin Luther King to lead a great movement here and in the South. But, why does God lay such a burden on one so young, so inexperienced, so good? King can be a Negro Gandhi, or he can be made into an unfortunate demagogue destined to swing from a lynch mob’s tree.

After addressing one of the early Montgomery Improvement Association mass meetings himself, Smiley also wrote

Religious fervor is high and they are trying to keep it spiritual. Not once was there an expression of hatred towards whites and the ovation I received when I talked of Gandhi, his campaign, and then of the Cross, was tremendous. They want to do the will of God, and they are sure this is the will of God.

Unfortunately for Reverend, or, rather, Doctor King, his people and his movement, Smiley’s influence was quickly overshadowed by that of Bayard Rustin, a known communist sympathizer, a suspected Communist Party member and a homosexualist who said of the MIA: “The movement [in Montgomery] is strong because it is religious as well as political. It has been built upon the most stable institution of the Southern Negro community – the Church.” Most of Bayard’s comments, not surprisingly, amount to damning with faint praise. To the faithful, the Church is a stable institution only insofar as it is sustained by the abiding faith, of its members, in God. That is, the Church as “institution” is not the same thing as the Elks Club, The Times of London, Westminster or the American Communist Party. To view it as such is to endeavour – tactically – to diminish its infinitely larger and infinitely more significant role in human affairs to a commonplace, mundane and-tactical-level. Not surprisingly this is always the approach secular interests take in describing the Church. Note Rustin’s description of the movement as “. . . religious as well as political,” as if the two forces were of comparable validity – as opposed to Smiley’s view of the early MIA as a Christian enterprise seeking to do the will of God in the area of racial injustice. “We must keep God in the forefront,” as Reverend King said.

One of the foremost potential problems that the movement faced – and which was not widely known until much later – was Dr. King’s womanizing, his manifold acts of adultery. It is almost inconceivable to me that someone could consider himself a good Christian and a minister of the Gospel and conduct himself in his personal life the way Dr. King did. Although the secular-humanist-socialists he allowed into the SCLC could remark with equanimity (as one staff member did) “I watched women making passes at Martin Luther King. I could not believe what I was seeing in white Westchester [County, an affluent New York satellite community] women . . . They would walk up to him and they would sort of lick their lips and hint and [hand him] notes . . . After I saw that thing that evening I didn’t blame him,” his behaviour was, obviously blameworthy. It seems to me that the sort of precautions taken by the evangelist Billy Graham of never communicating with women, one-on-one, unless there was a staff member present – “present” as in being self-evidently privy to any conversation however quietly whispered and intercepting any communication – should have been taken in Dr. King’s case. This is not foolproof of course. As any experience with women will tell you a) a slut is a slut is a slut and b) there is no slut quite as bad as a rich, white slut. But, clearly, for a minister of the gospel message of Jesus Christ measures should have been taken.

Rev. Ralph Abernathy was assaulted in his church office one night and badly injured by a man who claimed that Abernathy had had an intimate relationship with the man’s wife. This prompted Los Angeles pastor J. Raymond Henderson to caution King that he must avoid “even the appearance of evil. One of the most damning influences is that of women. They themselves too often delight in the satisfaction they get out of affairs with men of unusual prominence. Enemies are not above using them to a man’s detriment. White women can be lures. You must exercise more than care. You must be vigilant, indeed.”

Presumably, Rev. Henderson’s warning had some effect – at least in the short term – to judge by the following event:

In mid-September King traveled to New York to speak at several churches to stimulate interest in the Youth March. That same week, his book [Stride Toward Freedom] was published and King made a number of appearances to help promote it. One of those was a Saturday autographing session at Blumstein’s department store in Harlem. King, surrounded by friends and admirers as he sat on a chair in the book department, was suddenly approached by a middle-aged black woman who asked, “Is this Martin Luther King?” King looked up and replied, “Yes it is.” Quickly, the woman pulled a sharp seven-inch Japanese letter opener from her handbag and slammed it into King’s upper left chest. The shocked onlookers grabbed the woman, and the store security officer handcuffed her. King was fully conscious and remained calmly seated in the chair until an ambulance arrived. With the weapon protruding from his chest, King was driven to nearby Harlem Hospital. As a team of doctors prepared for surgery, police officials brought the assailant, Mrs. Izola Ware Curry, to the hospital for King to make a positive identification. A loaded pistol had been found in her purse, and her incoherent comments indicated severe mental illness. After King identified her she was taken away to a mental hospital . . . King would have a scar, in the shape of a cross, right over his heart, but otherwise would suffer no lingering ill effects.

I’m sure that, from the vantage point of my largely feminist readers, I attach too much significance to the fact that – because he was immobilized by this vicious assault – the Youth March marked the first time that his wife, Coretta, “stood in” for him and that it was Coretta King and Ella Baker who set up a temporary movement office inside Harlem Hospital during Dr. King’s recovery.

It was shortly after this that Reverend King was quoted as saying, “I don’t want to own any property. I don’t need any property. I don’t need a house. A man who devotes himself to a cause, who dedicates himself to a cause doesn’t need a family.”

Very unusual for a husband to even allow himself to think, let alone say out loud.

Of course (no great surprise) he got a house. And then a bigger house. Stanley Levison was quoted as saying:

The house troubled him greatly. When he moved from a very small house to one that was large enough to give the growing family some room, he was troubled by it and would ask all of his close friends when they came to the house whether they didn’t think it was too big and it wasn’t right for him to have. And though everyone tried to tell him that this big house wasn’t as big as he thought it was – it was a very modest little house – to him it loomed as large as a mansion and he searched his own mind for ways of making it smaller.

Meanwhile, back at Ella Baker:

Ella Baker, along with Rustin and Stanley Levison, constituted the third in a trinity of socialist-secular-humanist influences which lobbied intensively for Reverend King to confine himself to the role of Dr. King. Again, unfortunately for Reverend King, his people and his movement, she soon attained the position of associate director of the newly founded outgrowth of the MIA, the SCLC (The Southern Christian Leadership Conference). Originally a socialist-centred Southern Leadership Conference on Transportation (Rustin’s tactical “logic of the next step” move to expand the Montgomery bus boycott into a pan-Southern action) it was only through the insistence of Reverend King that the word “Christian” was incorporated into the title. Rustin had warned that such a move would discourage the non-religious from participating. Again, unfortunately for Reverend King, his people and his movement, that proved not to be the case.

When the SCLC foundered in a period of inactivity, a group of students, on its own initiative, began “sit-ins” at segregated lunch counters in North Carolina and soon thereafter organized themselves into the SNCC (The Student Non-violent Coordinating Committee) of which Ella Baker appointed herself a kind of socialist-secular-humanist den mother while still attached to the SCLC executive. She warned the students that the SCLC would attempt to take over their movement and insisted, in good secular-humanist-socialist-proto-feminist fashion, that the students be left to function without any adult supervision (you know, that “out of the mouths of babes” thing).

While undermining the SCLC in the minds of the SNCC students, Ella Baker continued to “serve” in her role as acting executive director (I would assume that Rustin, Levison and Coretta had pressured Martin Luther King to advance Ella Baker to such lofty heights in what was now a Christian organization only in the most ostensible sense), a position which she would ultimately resign:

Baker’s departure, however left a legacy of strained feelings [emphasis mine] in its wake. She had never held King or Abernathy in high regard and, once she had formally left the organization, she made no secret of her attitude. Baker had found them unwilling to discuss substantive issues with her as an equal [emphasis mine] and unreceptive to any critical comments she might offer. To James Lawson [an SCLC staff member], the root of the problem was simple: “Martin had real problems with having a woman in a high position.” Baker also did not support a “leader-centred” approach to organizing a movement and felt no special awe for King. “I was not a person to be enamoured of anyone,” she noted. The ministers of the SCLC, on the other hand, thought Baker was haughty and aloof with what they felt was a disdain for anyone who was a black male preacher. The resulting bitterness would not mellow with time.

In fairness to Baker, she did warn King early in her participation with the movement that “we are losing the initiative in the Civil Rights struggle in the south, mainly because of the absence of a dynamic philosophy or spiritual force” [italics mine]. Had King “stayed the course” – keeping God at the forefront of the movement through maintaining exclusively Christian leadership by Christian leaders (ministers and pastors) in the Southern Christian Leadership Conference (I mean, duh) – the outcome, I suspect, would have been very different. Alas, such was not to be the case.

It amazes me that, even with the religious experience in his kitchen in 1957, so much of Martin Luther King’s efforts remained wholly and completely secular, humanist and socialist in nature. In his meetings with Vice-President Richard Nixon and Presidents Eisenhower, Kennedy and Johnson, his tone is always that of a Labour negotiator, a quasi-socialist, with nary a word said by him about God, nary an effort made to communicate as a minister of the Gospel to wayward Christians (Kennedy and Johnson being rather more wayward as Christians go, one would guess, than were Nixon and Eisenhower). Had Nixon, as an example, been addressed as a Quaker: “Mr. Vice President, how can you as a white Christian gentleman deny to your black Christian brothers the rights and freedoms which you enjoy?” it seems to me that it would have left a good deal less “wiggle” room. “Let my people go.” Reverend King as Aaron, addressing Richard Nixon as Pharaoh. There were any number of approaches that made more sense when standing on the moral high ground (as Martin Luther King surely was) than to function as a secular-humanist-quasi-socialist mouthpiece for a run-of-the-mill Marxist like Bayard Rustin. Certainly, Martin Luther King had demonstrated, time and again, his oratorical skill in the striking – just so – of the “right note,” le mot juste – and nowhere more exaltedly than in his “I have a dream” speech delivered in front of the Lincoln Memorial in the summer of 1963.

I have a dream that, one day, every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain and the crooked places will be mode straight and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together . . .

It is hard to imagine any occasion in human history when the words of the fourth and fifth verses of Isaiah’s monumental and awe-inspiring 40th chapter had so resonated with the souls and minds of so many people in one place and in one time than on that glorious sunlit August afternoon.

Let freedom ring . . .  When we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up the day when all of God’s children – black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics – will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last, free at last, thank God Almighty, we are free at last.”

Reportedly, Coretta King was furious in the aftermath of The Speech that she was not allowed to accompany King to his meeting with President Kennedy. I suspect that she had focussed her attentions upon an earlier reference in The Speech to “little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers” and that her female nature – typically and misguidedly – believed this reference to black and white children had some analogous application to black men and black women, white men and white women. That is, if the Reverend Martin Luther King belonged in the Oval Office that afternoon, so did his housewife).

Anyway, it did amaze me that a man like Martin Luther King – who was capable of writing The Speech and who had been assured that Jesus would never leave him alone in his pursuit of righteousness, of truth and of justice for his people – would think that a socialist lightweight like Bayard Rustin had anything to teach him about what to say and how to say it in the Oval Office.

But, this is my last word on gender, so back to the “ladies”.

The checkers-playing tacticianettes do not, ordinarily, surrender a high-profile position such as Ella Baker enjoyed in the SCLC without bringing in a replacement tacticianette. Such seems to have been the case and the SCLC board soon welcomed to its ranks Marian Logan, a New York fundraiser (friend to the lip-licking? ally of the note-passing?), as Ella Baker turned her attentions, more or less full-time to the radical, unsupervised and wholly secular SNCC.

Yes, sorry, back to the “ladies”. Quite right.]

What interested me about Marian Logan was that she circulated a memo to the other members of the SCLC Board in advance of the Poor People’s March on Washington (which Martin Luther King whole-heartedly favoured, a position in which he was virtually alone of the SCLC executive):

“I doubt very seriously,” Logan wrote, that the Washington actions would have any positive effect on Congress. “If anything, the demonstrations may well harden congressional resistance and create an atmosphere conducive not only to the victory of reactionary candidates in the coming elections, but also to the defeat of those candidates who are, or would be, friendly to the social and economic objectives of our struggle.” Logan was also concerned that King and SCLC would not “be able to preserve the non-violent image and integrity of our organization” once the protests got under way. Given the “explosive potential of the situation,” serious violence would be inevitable. “You say, Martin, that you ‘will use disruptive tactics only as a last resort’ . . . but you understand, of course,” Logan asserted, “that in view of the likely police response to these disruptive tactics, you are in effect saying that you are prepared to court violence as a last resort.” Logan was also “troubled and unhappy [emphasis mine] at how inadequately” the planning had been handled so far “It does not appear to me, or to anyone with whom I have talked, that an adequate job has been done.” And “there is the question of objectives. Have they been clarified? Have you worked out what you will accept, short of your total objectives . . . ?”

In response to Logan‘s admonitions, King phoned her almost daily for more than a week in an unsuccessfull effort to persuade her to withdraw the complaints, which she had sent to the entire SCLC board. Andrew Young joined in the attempt, writing Logan and her husband, Arthur, that “we are too far gone to turn around” on the campaign. “This is very much a faith venture . . . ” [emphasis mine)

King’s reaction seems, to me, disproportionate. And yet he persisted, seeming to believe that there was some greater level of importance to the memo than revealed on the surface, as if . . . as if the actual conflict between himself and Marian Logan was taking place on some loftier plane of existence, some more crucial battlefield than a difference of opinion between an organization’s president and one of its board members.

Sometime later

King returned to New York City and went to the home of Marian and Arthur Logan, where he argued with Marian into the early-morning hours about the memo she had distributed to SCLC’s board. King was depressed and exhausted, and downed drink after drink as he pressed her to withdraw her objections to the Washington protests. The Logans had spent many similar evenings with King when he had wanted to talk and drink until dawn, seemingly unable to find any rest in sleep, but this night was different and worse. King was unwilling to accept Logan‘s position and talk about something else. His mood changed repeatedly as the hours passed, from tension to calm, and then back to barely restrained anger and throughout it all he betrayed unusual anxiety with one hand tightly holding his frequently refilled glass and the other clenched into a fist with his thumb ceaselessly rubbing against the other fingers. It seemed that King was “losing hold,” Marian Logan recalled.

I suspect that that is what happened. In some very real sense, that night King did “lose hold” of the Civil Rights movement and it passed from his hands into those of Marian Logan and her secular-humanist confreres, the checkers-playing tacticianettes, the proto-feminists-in-waiting.

Over the next few days, King continued to phone Marian Logan on almost a daily basis. Finally, on a rain-ravaged night in Memphis he delivered a speech:

I don’t know what will happen now. We’ve got some difficult days ahead. But, it really doesn’t matter with me now because I’ve been to the mountaintop.

And I don’t mind. Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. But I’m not concerned about that now. I just want to do God’s will. And he’s allowed me to go up to the mountain, and I’ve looked over and I’ve seen the promised land. I may not get there with you. But, I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the promised land. And so, I’m happy tonight. I’m not worried about anything. I’m not fearing any man. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.

“Sweat streaming from his brow, and his eyes watering heavily, King moved to his seat. Some thought him so overcome by emotion that he was crying . . . ”

Early the next evening, Martin Luther King was shot to death on the balcony outside his room at the Lorraine Motel.

Of course, Marian Logan’s memo could have been just that: a memo. Perhaps it was nothing more . . . real . . . than that. Perhaps it was – as it appeared on the surface – that Marian Logan merely had some . . . hard questions . . . for Dr. or Reverend Martin Luther King. Hard questions that he had been evading since the early days of the Montgomery Improvement Association. Hard questions: not the least of which was “how non-violent can a movement be that knowingly courts violence as a means (television coverage) to an end (social change)?”

Or perhaps her hard questions were, in some context, larger still, so large that they caused the Civil Rights movement to slip from the hands of Martin Luther King, minister of the gospel message of Jesus Christ, a man chosen by God (can any believer, in retrospect, believe otherwise?) to bring equality and justice to the men of his race, to “speed up the day when all of God’s children – black men and white men” (italics mine) might attain to the promise housed within the preamble to the United States Constitution that “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal . . . ” (italics mine)

. . . and through her memo, her hard questions, Marian Logan was the instrument which caused the Civil Rights movement to pass from Martin Luther King’s hands – at the very threshold of destiny, on the very cusp of fulfillment, at the very dawning of that too-long-delayed day – first enunciated as a promise in the Constitution, clarified, subsequently, by Abraham Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation and, finally, made inevitable by the enshrining of the 13th Amendment abolishing, in 1870, slavery’s last outpost on this continent . . .

. . . so that 1970 might evermore have been associated as both a centenary and a fulfillment of the black man finding his long-promised and too-long-delayed “place in the sun” of full equality with his white brothers: “Free at last, free at last, Thank God Almighty we are free at last” . . . but instead . . .

Instead!

1970 would come to be synonymous with the onset of feminism, wherein the black man found his Civil Rights usurped by those who hold, instead, these poisonous, fairy-tale “truths” to be self-evident: that black men are interchangeable with black women and white women, that black men are interchangeable with homosexualists; that black men are interchangeable with children and with infants, that black men are interchangeable with babies, that black men are interchangeable with cats and that black men are interchangeable with dogs.

Because of a) my choice to not reprint “Tangent” in the Form & Void trade paperback (although it is relevant – so far as I’m concerned – to the “Recondite magazine” portion of Ham and Mary Ernestway’s story), b) the fact that I have no plans in the foreseeable future to publish any collection of my essays and c) mindful of the fact that issue 186 (despite being universally deplored by male and female feminists) is one of the few Cerebus back issues to sell out virtually overnight:

I hereby waive all trademark and copyright considerations to the essay and authorize any and all individuals to reproduce the essay in any form, print, electronic or otherwise provided that that reproduction is of the complete work and not excerpts from it (which are authorized for journalistic purposes or as raw materials in another creative or journalistic work).

Dave Sim
Kitchener, Ontario
March 16, 2001

The people saying the Kanye “Heil Hitler” song is bad because he’s a nigger are CIA. Firstly, the Lion King musical is good. That’s first. Second, saying “Hitler would kill Kanye” is retarded, and plays into stupid Jewish blood libels about Hitler. Hitler didn’t kill anyone and he wouldn’t kill Kanye. I’m not sure he would play this song at one of his rallies, but he might. As a curiosity, I think he might play it. “And now, my German brothers, we turn to my #1 fan in America, who happens to be a negro gentleman.”

Regardless, I can tell you for a fact: Hitler would not be opposed to this emerging cultural obsession with him. If it had happened in the 1930s, obviously he would have thought it was weird, but if you brought him back to life and explained to him what is happening now, he would definitely smile.

I’m seeing all these shill accounts saying “oh you support a nigger because he heils Hitler?” and it’s like, how is that even a question? Yes, obviously, I support that. This is the biggest news story, and the biggest song on Spotify.

There are trillions of these posts.

All 100% kikes.

I see those posts and I see this:

Saying “heil Hitler” is always good and people who claim black people are fundamentally evil in some way are confused or lying. Black people are primitive, low IQ relics of the prehistoric past. Of course if you unleash them, it’s going to cause problems. Who unleashed them? They didn’t unleash themselves, I can tell you that.

Blacks used to be very fine people and not a problem.

See if you can find photos of a Jew doing something nice. You can’t, because no Jew ever did anything nice, so if you are acting like blacks are somehow as important of an issue as the Jews, or more important, you are clearly yourself Jewish.

Just relax.

White nationalism is a cancer run by the feds and driven by mentally ill people who are deranged. I was involved in this movement, I can tell you. I would say 3% of 2017 white nationalists were not feds or mentally ill, and those people are all gone. No one talking about white nationalism is a serious person in the current year. It’s officially not happening. Sorry.

I hope that some day white people will have their own countries, but that is a really long way off, and none of the people calling themselves “white nationalist” are going to make that happen. Right now, the number one thing that matters is just breaking down this culture the Jews created where they can’t be questioned. I have criticized Kanye not for being black (he can’t really help that), but for making all of this look ridiculous. Which I think is mostly true. But making “Nigger, Heil Hitler” the number one song is awesome and it is so obviously awesome that it is equally obvious that anyone saying something different is a kike shill.

“Let me tell you why I agree with the ADL on this one.”

Shut the fuck up.

I won’t stand for it.

This one song is going to erase trillions of dollars’ worth of “look at this pile of shoes tho” Jewish propaganda simply by being ridiculous. You cannot take Schindler’s List seriously after having listened to this song. It’s impossible.

The quality of the song is whatever. The whole autotune thing is, you know, I don’t really like the sound too much. But the hook is clean and it gets stuck in your head and people will be blasting this. It’s the fun summer hit.

Nigger, Heil Hitler.

-Team Anglin

Since this website is so censored that it no longer has the ability for popular reach, I’ve developed a general rule against “explaining it to the retards.” But with a recent barrage of criticism by the retards, I think there is enough to discuss that will be edifying to non-retards that it is worth responding and explaining why this particular criticism of me is retarded.

I posted the above clip in an article earlier this week commenting on Sam Rockwell’s appearance, which I find impressive for his age. I also noted that the clip is hilarious, with Rockwell talking about how he developed autogynephilia after engaging in rampant sex in Thailand for several years. I lurk in some Telegram channels where people share my articles in order to get an idea of what people think, and found a bunch of people condemning me for posting “degeneracy.”

Firstly, this is the gayest form of virtue signaling, because it is being done by people who claim to oppose virtue signaling. Do people know what “virtue signaling” is? The term is a transparent compound, so you already know what it means, assuming you are familiar with the words “virtue” and “signal.” But why do people do it? It is something done by losers and pathetic people who want to feel like they’re better than other people. It is about gaining social status among a group.

This behavior is obviously most popular among women.

But men do it too.

Being in a right-wing group chat and announcing to the world that you are outraged that Anglin would post a clip of someone talking about deviant sexual behavior could only serve the purpose of making yourself feel like you’re a superior person, and the only reason you would do that is because you are a pathetic human being, with nothing else in your life to boost your personal confidence.

It’s possible that a valid response would be: “Anglin shouldn’t be propagating disgusting material like this,” if that is your opinion. It could at least be framed as a valid opinion. I don’t think it is a valid opinion, because we have been buried under tranny propaganda for nearly a decade now, and it has been inescapable for anyone on the internet, so the idea that someone could be seriously shocked by that clip is not believable to me. If I went and showed it to the Amish, I could see that as being gross, but if you’re telling me you’ve been on the internet in the last ten years and were shocked by that clip, then I’m not only calling you a liar, I’m calling you a pathetic human being who lies about his own moral purity for the purpose of making himself feel better about how pathetic he actually is.

But the problem is not that you are pathetic. At least, that is not my problem, and I wish you the best with figuring out some healthier way to boost your self-esteem. The problem is that flooding discussion with this virtue signaling nonsense serves to shut down discussion of topics which might be meaningful (even if the topic is not meaningful, shutting down discussion of it is cancerous behavior). You obviously couldn’t talk about black crime statistics or IQ averages when some woman was screaming at you about how you’re evil if you don’t simply accept that white cops are going around murdering black people because they hate the color of their skin.

Someone who just thinks “oh this clip is talking about gay shit” is going to miss the actual relevance of the thing, and why it is so hilarious. It’s hilarious because it’s subversive, and like much of what is in White Lotus, it’s shocking that it’s allowed on TV given the current social and cultural climate.

The themes in White Lotus are all a scathing indictment of modernity, as well as an analysis of human nature that stands in stark opposition to the liberal orthodoxy. Virtually every theme in the show is in line with a traditional Christian or classical philosophical view of man’s nature. Infidelity, hedonism, pride, the emptiness of the cycle of material desire in general, sexual roles, the indulgences of women, the lust of men, the nature of guilt, repentance, and redemption. There is a lot there, and none of it is stuff that most of the audience would agree with if presented with it in a straightforward manner.

Part of why the show can get away with this is that they frame it in such an artistic way; nothing is spelled out in the way that would trigger some screeching woman on Twitter. Someone could watch the show, and most people do, and simply see it as yet another visual spectacle like every other one of these streaming shows. Further, it is vulgar, featuring an excessive amount of nudity, which implies that it is embracing rather than criticizing modern norms. The other reason is probably that the writer/director of the series, Mike White, is a homosexual. Regardless of the reasons, however, the show is able to address themes that I don’t recall any popular media having addressed in decades.

The clip in question, where the Sam Rockwell character describes in a frank tone that he spent 1,000 nights having sex with Thai hookers before realizing that what he really wanted was to become a small Asian girl and be fucked by himself, is an absolute description, if not an outright indictment, of the overwhelming majority of the tranny movement.

The trans movement has been framed as an identity phenomenon. Sometimes we hear the term “gender dysphoria,” which means that the man feels as though he is trapped in the wrong body, that his soul is actually that of a woman. Though this does exist, and is a legitimate mental disorder, what is not discussed is that if we remove the children who are being manipulated into becoming trannies by the school system, the overwhelming majority of adult men who become trannies have something called “autogynephilia,” which is not an “identity” but a paraphilia (often called a “kink” in modern parlance), a disorder purely related to aberrant sexuality. It has nothing to do with identity or some incomprehensible thing about the soul being trapped in the wrong body.

From the abstract of a 2011 peer-reviewed paper on the topic available on NIH:

Autogynephilia is defined as a male’s propensity to be sexually aroused by the thought of himself as a female. It is the paraphilia that is theorized to underlie transvestism and some forms of male-to-female (MtF) transsexualism. Autogynephilia encompasses sexual arousal with cross-dressing and cross-gender expression that does not involve women’s clothing per se. The concept of autogynephilia defines a typology of MtF transsexualism and offers a theory of motivation for one type of MtF transsexualism. Autogynephilia resembles a sexual orientation in that it involves elements of idealization and attachment as well as erotic desire. Nearly 3% of men in Western countries may experience autogynephilia; its most severe manifestation, MtF transsexualism, is rare but increasing in prevalence.

…

The concept of autogynephilia can assist clinicians in understanding some otherwise puzzling manifestations of nonhomosexual MtF transsexualism. Autogynephilia exemplifies an unusual paraphilic category called ‘erotic target identity inversions’, in which men desire to impersonate or turn their bodies into facsimiles of the persons or things to which they are sexually attracted.

Most people have not even heard about this phenomenon, so for me, the Sam Rockwell bit in White Lotus was quite incredible in its content, as well as being hilarious. The way Rockwell says it all so calmly, as if he is describing the most mundane topic, as Walton Goggins sits there listening, is so funny to me. And then that his solution is to become a Buddhist takes it into the realm of the greatest satire vignette I’m aware of.

The other thing to consider is that the process through which autogynephilia and many other extreme paraphilias is described. Rockwell explains that it was after spending a thousand nights picking up hookers in Thailand that he began to develop the thought that he wanted to become a small Asian girl. This is exactly what happens in real life when men have access to unlimited amounts of sex and choose to engage in it without limits: they increasingly get bored with normal vaginal sex with attractive women and will go into increasingly more bizarre sexual practices. The same thing happens with compulsive pornography use, with the user getting into weirder and weirder material, needing something that he would once have considered disgusting in order to get the same level of stimulation he would have once gotten from “hot blonde gets fucked hard.”

The reason this is all of core relevance to society right now is that unlimited sexual “exploration” is encouraged by the society. It has effectively become a first principle of liberal democracy that all forms of sexual perversion should be embraced and continually expanded on. And the issue is that this all gets very dark, very quickly. A few years ago, the actor Armie Hammer, a handsome celebrity in his mid-thirties who had no doubt experienced a serious amount of normal sex with beautiful women, was canceled because he had apparently gotten into cannibalism. At least, in published texts, he expressed a desire to experiment with it. In 2013, Ian Watkins, the lead singer of a semi-popular British rock band, Lostprophets, again in his mid-thirties having had unlimited access to normal sex with beautiful women, was exposed for having sex with infants.

When you consider how dark this can all get, you can see how an elite with no limits on their sexual behavior could degenerate into the sort of thing we heard about during the “Pizzagate” era of internet activism. I won’t endorse all of the claims of Pizzagate, many of which were obviously untrue, and became increasingly more ridiculous as the “movement” went on, but when you look at human sexuality and the way that unlimited exposure to every kind of sex leads to increasingly bizarre behavior, it would almost be impossible if some of the darkest things imaginable were not happening among our current decadent ruling class here in this gloriously equitable democracy.

This society is very dark, and it might be unfortunate, but these topics need to be discussed freely. Whining moralizing doesn’t make the issues go away. Please disregard those who wish to flood discussions of complex and important issues with womanlike moral outrage.

If you thought that at some point in the future of the universe, Jews would stop jerking themselves off over the Holocaust, you were dead wrong, buddy.

Twenty years after winning a best actor Oscar for his Holocaust porno film “The Pianist,” the weasel Jew “Adrien Brody” won a second award for yet another Holocaust porno film, this one entitled “The Brutalist.”

This latest Holocaust porno is particularly offensive, as it is not only another crybaby whine-fest of the Jews about how mean the Germans were to them, but, following a “Holocaust survivor” as he comes to America, it portrays the Americans who welcomed the Jews into our country as evil Jew-haters who were just as mean as the Germans.

This is totally exhausting.

There was zero reason for America to have a problem with Hitler and the Germans. If anything, Nazi Germany would have been a great partner for the United States. The reason that America went to fight Germany was that Jewish bankers and Jewish media professionals, as well as Jewish political operatives, were manipulating the US government and the US people into believing that the Germans were going to drive Panzer tanks across the Atlantic and force Americans to speak German.

The reason America got involved in the war was to help the Jews. If the Jews had any shame at all, they would be thanking America for saving them. Instead, as soon as the war ended, and America “liberated” the Jews from the Germans, the Jews got to work on attacking America and blaming them for not doing enough for the Jews.

They are still doing this now, and they are making movies about it, and giving each other awards for their movies about it.

How can anyone deal with such ungrateful, entitled people?

Recently, the ungratefulness and entitlement of Vladimir Zelensky has been brought into the public mind, after his offensive temper tantrum in the White House. But what race is Zelensky? He’s not Ukrainian! If he was Ukrainian, he would still be trying to scam Americans, but he would likely have some kind of shame and at least pretend to be grateful. But the entire mindset of Jews is “the whole world owes me everything.” It’s more or less identical to the mindset of a woman.

#OscarsSoJewish

A few years ago, Jews threw a fit over too many white people (many of whom were actually Jews) winning Academy Awards. They used the hashtag #OscarsSoWhite to demand that black people be given these awards. The problem, obviously, was that black people were not making movies, so there were no black movies to give the awards to. Hollywood then started a program to promote untalented blacks as directors so they would have blacks to give awards to. This went on for a few years, and then I guess with the backlash against the George Floyd movement, everyone just sort of forgot about it.

This year’s Oscars did not have any blacks, and no one is complaining about it. Instead, basically everyone was Jewish.

Anora, which is some kind of anti-Russian propaganda film, won the most awards, including best picture and best director. The director isn’t Jewish, but the lead actress, who won best actress, Mikaela Madison Rosberg (“Mikey Madison”), is Jewish. Best supporting actor went to Kieran Culkin, who is not Jewish, but was playing a Jew in a Jew movie, A Real Pain, which is some kind of Holocaust thing.

The only black face on the stage was Zoe Saldaña, who won supporting actress for some tranny movie. And is she really even black? She’s like, Dominican or something.

Notably, no one cares about any of this. No one has seen any of these movies. I hadn’t even heard of any of them, other than the tranny one, which I only heard of because it was a tranny movie.

It feels as though in 1,000 years, Jews will still be giving each other awards for Holocaust crybaby tripe, tranny and anti-Russian propaganda, and then continuing to complain that no one cares about any of it.

It’s funny that the Jews threw this huge fit about the blacks and then went ahead and threw blacks under the bus and decided to make the whole thing about Jews again. Probably, that has something to do with their whole October 7th trauma and deciding that they don’t really like black people very much because black people don’t care about the Holocaust and the second Holocaust of 7/10/23.

Since October 7, Jews have published an endless stream of news articles attacking black people for not doing enough for them.

It’s never been more obvious that Jews never actually cared about black people, and simply wanted to use them to attack whites. As soon as the blacks questioned Jews, all of a sudden the Jews ban them from the Oscars, after pretending that making them the center of the Oscars was the most important thing in history.

With the Jews having thrown the blacks under the bus, it is time for white supremacists to align with the blacks against the Jews.

Previously: Yids Flip Lids Over Kanye’s Swastika T-Shirt

Maybe Kanye should sue the Jews for antikanyism?

Metro:

A former employee has sued Kanye West for allegedly firing her after insulting her looks and texting her ‘Hail Hitler’.

West, who now goes by Ye, recently deactivated his X account after launching into three days of horrific rants in which he said he was a ‘Nazi’.

This came as the rapper’s website was taken offline after he deleted everything on it other than a single $20 T-shirt that featured a swastika symbol.

The employee, only identified as Jane Doe, has now filed a lawsuit against West over his antisemitism, according to Variety.

After being hired as a marketing strategist in December 2023, the woman, who is Jewish, was subjected to antisemitic language and fired twice.

The suit claims that West apologised in Hebrew for his comments but weeks later his behaviour continued to spiral.

When she approached him about denouncing any ties to Nazism ahead of his album launch, via another employee, he allegedly responded over text ‘I Am A Nazi’.

According to the lawsuit, Doe was fired in March but was then rehired quickly at double her salary.

In June, he then reportedly text her and others: ‘What the F**k Is Everybody Here Getting Paid?’

After this, the lawsuit claims he launched into a rant over text, berating her repeatedly, comparing himself to Hitler, and praising the dictator.

West is accused of then continuing to attack her, calling her ugly, stupid, and a ‘b***h’, texting her saying: ‘Come destroy me b***h.’

Doe alleges she was then fired for a second time the following day, claiming gender and religious discrimination and wrongful termination.

This whole “we have to protect brave women in the court system” thing has gotten out of hand.

It used to be argued that not making them give their names was a special privilege after being raped, because like, if they use their real name, it will repeat the rape in their mind or whatever.

But now you can file a employment disagreement lawsuit as “Jane Doe”?

How is this even real?

Previously: Free Speech Fraud Elon Musk Bans RT India

Elon Musk lied to the world about being one of the top ten Path of Exile 2 players in the world.

But verily, it is the truth that he is one of the top ten censors in the world.

Just like always, I told you people: if he’s censoring me, it’s only a matter of time before he censors everyone else of any relevance.

RT:

Elon Musk’s social media platform X has suspended the account of Going Underground, an independent UAE-based TV production that airs on RT and covers geopolitics and current affairs. According to the notice shared with RT on Tuesday, the suspension came after the program’s account was reviewed by a human moderator and allegedly found to have violated the platform’s rules.

“@GUnderground_TV has been suspended for violating X rules… specifically our rules against inauthentic behavior. You may not use our services to engage in inauthentic behavior that undermines the integrity of X,” the notice stated, without further explanation.

“Inauthentic behavior.”

That’s not Orwellian at all.

(In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m being sarcastic.)

According to Going Underground, the suspension was followed by a complaint about the account reposting a clip from year-old RT report on Gaza. The report revolved around the enclave’s rich oil and gas resources, and the post offered these as the major reasons why US President Donald Trump has recently shown interest in taking control over Gaza.

In a notice also shared with RT, X informed Going Underground that it will be withholding the reported content in the EU “specifically for the following legal grounds: Scope of Platform Service,” apparently citing the EU Digital Services Act, which regulates digital data within the bloc. RT broadcasts have officially been banned in the EU since 2022.

Yeah, I mean.

Elon censored Asmongold for talking about how he was cheating at video games.

Obviously, he’s going to censor anything he views as damaging to the Trump administration that he views himself as running.

You’re going to be looking at a situation even worse than what was happening when he bought it, and this fat pussy is still going to go around talking about how he’s the king of free speech.

Because he lets you say “there are only two genders.”

A police officer unplugs Ed Sheeran’s equipment during a street performance in India:

“We have permission to be here, but this policeman is shutting it down. See you later!”

pic.twitter.com/X5MMq7Zlia

— Pop Base (@PopBase) February 10, 2025

Ed Sheeran is one of the worst plagues mankind has ever known.

They should do a lockdown to prevent people from having to hear these songs, say you’re only allowed to go out to go to Walmart and you have to wear earplugs to make sure you don’t get infected with this music.

It’s easy to hate on this guy, I know, and I usually defend people who are easy to hate on. I always defended Justin Bieber. And I usually defend the Irish. But Ed Sheeran is irredeemable, an absolute manifestation of the vagina-worship cult that has taken over the West. I don’t care if everyone on earth hates this guy, I will hate him as well.

Indians shutting him down as a public nuisance is hilarious.

RT:

A live street performance by British musician Ed Sheeran in the city of Bengaluru in southern India was cut short by the city police on Sunday due to permission not having been granted, local media have reported.

A video of the performance, which has gone viral on social media, shows Sheeran singing and playing his guitar on Church Street, performing his popular song ‘Shape of You’.

According to a police officer quoted by the New Indian Express, law enforcement received a call reporting a disturbance caused by a performance on Church Street, which is a central business district area in Bengaluru. The officer stated that the crowd began to swell rapidly, prompting the police to “intervene and manage the situation” before it escalated further.

Initially, the police officer, who was reportedly unaware of the identity of the singer, requested that Sheeran stop performing, but the requests were ignored.

The cops then unplugged the microphone and musical instruments to bring the performance to an end, according to a video circulated on social media.

India should have released a statement about “we do not tolerate gay.”

This is the ideal version of a man for most women now: a homosexual.

Any homosexual can make huge amounts of money now by simply pretending to be into women. You don’t even have to be handsome.

VIDEO | On Bengaluru Police stopping British musician Ed Sheeran’s street show, Karnataka Home Minister G Parameshwara says, “No, we have permitted him to perform in the International Exhibition Centre but all of a sudden, he started performing at Church Street… He is a very… pic.twitter.com/l7TPI4Yrx4

— Press Trust of India (@PTI_News) February 10, 2025

Our top nigga is back in action.

God bless him.

He let loose on Twitter on Friday, telling the absolute truth about these Jews.

SO FUNNY HOW NIGGAS RAPPING ABOUT KILLING NIGGAS IS NOT HATE BUT POSTING A SWASTIKA IS HATE

— ye (@kanyewest) February 8, 2025

IM NOT GONNA DO ALL THIS WORK TO SAY WHAT THE FUCK I WANT AND THEN NOT SAY WHAT THE FUCK I WANT

— ye (@kanyewest) February 8, 2025

IMAGINE SOMEBODY TELL YOU YOU CANT SOMETHING AND YOU LISTEN TO THEM THIS PERSON NOW HAS CONTROL OVER YOUR LIFE AND THEY DIDNT EVEN PAY FOR IT THEY CONTROLLED YOUR WORDS WITH THEIR WORDS YOU NOW ARE A FREE PROSTITUTE

— ye (@kanyewest) February 7, 2025

THE JEWS WROTE MARTIN LUTHER KINGS SPEECH HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH

— ye (@kanyewest) February 7, 2025

I LOVE WHEN JEWISH PEOPLE COME TO ME AND SAY THEY CANT WORK WITH ME ANYMORE ITS MY FAV

— ye (@kanyewest) February 7, 2025

IM NEVER APOLOGIZING FOR MY JEWISH COMMENTS I CAN SAY WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANNA SAY FOREVER WHERES MY FUCKING APOLOGY FOR FREEZING MY ACCOUNTS SUCK MY DICK HOWS THAT FOR AN APOLOGY

— ye (@kanyewest) February 7, 2025

IM BUYING TWO MAYBACHS TOMORROW IMA MAKE THE JEWISH PERSON WHOS SELLING IT TO ME READ ALL THESE TWEETS AND I BET YOU YOU SEE ME WHIPPING MAYBACHS

— ye (@kanyewest) February 7, 2025

I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT THE FUCK ANTI SEMETIC MEANS ITS JUST SOME BULLSHIT JEWISH PEOPLE MADE UP TO PROTECT THEIR BULLSHIT WAS THAT THE WRITE THERE

— ye (@kanyewest) February 7, 2025

Hitler was sooooo fresh

— ye (@kanyewest) February 7, 2025

Those tweets are all still up.

Before that, he deleted a bunch, which were perhaps even more hardcore. Or, at least we’re supposed to believe he deleted them. Someone else might have deleted them (Elon Musk).

Here are the deleted ones, which Elon limited the visibility of.

He released the best t-shirt ever.

I just ordered 200 of them.

What’s more, he praised the Chinese.

Someone has normalized that recently. Someone revealed that the Chinese are not trying to destroy the white race, or the black race for that matter.

I WILL SAY NOTHING BAD OR AGAINST CHINA THEY ALWAYS SHOWED ME LOVE WHEN AMERICANS TURNED THEY BACKS ON ME CAUSE OF A RED HAT OR A T SHIRT I GET MONEY WITH CHINA I LOVE CHINA GOD HAD MY MOM BRING ME THEIR WHEN I WAS 10 FOR A REASON

— ye (@kanyewest) February 7, 2025

This all went over very well.

Because it’s what people want to hear.

MY SALES DOUBLED SINCE LAST NIGHT DAMN THE WORLD MUST BE RACIST LIKE ME

— ye (@kanyewest) February 7, 2025

Based on the precedent Kanye has set, he’ll walk this back at some point in the not-too-distant future.

But it doesn’t even matter, because it’s out there now.

He’s still one of the biggest celebrities in the world, and he’s telling the truth, and once the truth is alive in the minds of the people, it can’t be erased.

After all these years, all the work we’ve done, the truth is finally coming to the light.

It’s happening all over the place.

The Jews pushed things way, way too far, and the backlash is already here.

As Kanye says, they hate whites the most, but as Saint Paul said, the Jews are the enemy of all mankind, so they will abuse blacks just the same. Jews view us all as no different than Palestinians, and if they could get away with leveling America and Europe the same way they leveled Gaza, they would do it in a second.

Jews do not even view us as human. Long term, it is simply not viable to be ruled over by an alien elite that does not think you are human.

This was always going to blow up and now it is blowing up.

Finally, the Pope says something I actually agree with.

Hopefully, he doesn’t ruin it by following it up with “you can join gay relationships with the Russians, and you can all become trannies together.”

RT:

Pope Francis has urged young Ukrainians to exercise forgiveness in the face of the country’s conflict with Russia, despite all the suffering and destruction that has ensued. The leader of the Catholic church has previously drawn sharp rebukes from Kiev for calling on the Ukrainian leadership to negotiate peace with Moscow.

Speaking via video link during a Q&A session with Ukrainian youth in and outside the country last Saturday, the Pope said it was important to resist the urge to “respond to a punch with another punch.”

“Forgiveness is one of the hardest things. It is difficult for everyone, even for me,” he expounded, urging the listeners to “keep moving forward and always forgive.”

According to the pontiff, “life today is devalued. Money and war positions are given more importance than human life itself.”

Pope Francis suggested that the “remedy is dialogue… even with those who oppose us.”

“Please, never grow tired of dialogue,” the pope added.

I don’t totally agree with it, because the Russians don’t need to be forgiven, because they literally did nothing wrong.

But the general sentiment, that the country needs to move on from this psychopathic hatred of their countrymen (who they’ve been convinced are not their countrymen by stupid American propaganda), is a good message for the youth.

After passing a law confirming that anchor babies aren’t citizens, Congress should start impeaching judges.

(“Trans women” are men. Judge is putting male convicted criminals back in women’s prisons.) pic.twitter.com/GMhXKgAL8s

— Ann Coulter (@AnnCoulter) February 5, 2025

The judge is probably right that Trump’s order is illegal under the current framework of US law.

Basically, the constitutional guarantees of “free association” were destroyed by a series of laws that required “civil rights” equalities for blacks and then for women. Then the gays got those rights. Then the trannies.

In order to actually do federal bans on trannies getting access to women’s federal facilities, you would need to overturn the entire “civil rights” infrastructure, or you would need to pass a law in Congress saying that there are only two genders and therefore “trans” people do not exist and cannot be protected by civil rights legislation.

Of course, the entire framework of US law as it stands right now is basically creative writing, so there is probably some weasel way to ban trannies from US women’s prisons without an act of Congress. I’m not an expert in this field.

The Guardian:

A US judge has temporarily blocked federal prisons from transferring transgender women to men’s facilities and barring their access to hormone therapy, halting one of Donald Trump’s executive orders seeking to erode trans rights behind bars.

A lawsuit filed last week by three incarcerated trans women challenged Trump’s anti-trans order, which directed the US bureau of prisons to make sure “males are not detained in women’s prisons or housed in women’s detention centers” and that no federal funds go to gender-affirming treatment or procedures for people in custody.

The US district judge Royce Lamberth in Washington on Tuesday issued a temporary restraining order, ruling late on Tuesday that Trump’s order discriminates against transgender people and violates their constitutional rights.

The bureau must “maintain and continue the plaintiffs’ housing status and medical care as they existed immediately prior to January 20”, he wrote.

The judge said the trans women had “straightforwardly demonstrated that irreparable harm will follow” if they are denied healthcare and forced into men’s institutions.

…

On 26 January, a federal judge in Boston issued a restraining order in a separate challenge to the same executive order. That order was limited to one transgender woman in a woman’s prison.

Trump and his people were no doubt aware that all of these executive orders, or at least most of them, were going to be hit with blocks from our overlords, the court system.

It’s not even clear what any of these EOs are worth, as the courts are only just now getting around to responding to them, given that Trump fired so many of them at once.

Probably, most of the deportation orders can stand, as illegal immigration is already clearly illegal, though even there, you have various “human rights” laws which claim that these people are “seeking asylum” and therefore can live on welfare and commit crimes in the United States forever.

It would be much more meaningful if Trump was actually barraging Congress with laws and forcing them through. Republicans control both houses of Congress, so that is in theory something that is possible.