I Believe That Frock Is Mine, Sir
Brinton had been photographed wearing at least two of the pieces suspected to have come from Khamsin’s luggage at the 2018 Trevor Project gala in New York City.
Update, via the comments:
Readers are invited to ponder the thought process here. I mean, when you’re an attention-seeking public figure, an activist and a supposedly “genderfluid” being, and the deputy assistant secretary of the Department of Energy’s Office of Spent Fuel and Waste Disposition, and you keep nicking random women’s luggage and then wearing their clothes in public…
Did Mr Brinton assume no-one would notice? Or was noticing his transgression precisely the point? Or was he so lost in his transvestite kleptomania, his narcissistic fantasy, that there simply wasn’t room for any thoughts about real-world consequences? Answers on a postcard, please.
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I want to return to the not-insane timeline.
It has to be said, it’s a very modern fashion crisis. Very now.
I’m now pondering what the thought process was.
I mean, when you’re an attention-seeking public figure, an activist and a supposedly “genderfluid” being, and the deputy assistant secretary of the Department of Energy’s Office of Spent Fuel and Waste Disposition, and you keep nicking random women’s luggage and wearing their clothes in public… Did Mr Brinton assume no-one would notice? Or was noticing his transgression precisely the point? Or was he so lost in his transvestite kleptomania, his narcissistic fantasy, that there simply wasn’t room for any thoughts about real-world consequences?
Answers on a postcard, please.
‘I want to return to the not-Insane timeline’
Me too! To paraphrase the late, great Terry Pratchett, we have somehow ended up in the wrong leg of the palazzo pants of time.
I wonder when exactly the crossover happened…
It’s a good bet that Mr Brinton imagines himself a radical figure, a transgressor and pioneer, while following a common trajectory of men with his particular mental illness. But ours is an age in which we’re supposed to not notice such things and then pretend to be surprised when people who are mentally ill behave like people who are mentally ill.
transvestite kleptomania
Band name.
You know, at some point we’re going to have to actually get this band into some sort of shape. I have ideas.
I wonder when exactly the crossover happened…
Back at the old place, I wrote the following:
I still think it a likely explanation.
Not only were the clothes stolen but why is no one screaming cultural appropriation?
Ah, that’s right – gender trumps Black.
If I may, let me edit my last comment. It is too simple to say queer trumps Black. Rather, in the hierarchy of identity, Transmen trump Black. Biological women, even those identifying as men, still rank lower.
It’s just the Transmatriarchy keepin’ us down . . .
Further to this, at least some aspects of schooling are thriving.
Ours is an age in which we’re supposed to not notice such things lest we treat those who do notice such things like they are the mentally ill ones. FIFY. Or was that back in the age before we went down the wrong leg of the palazzo pants of time? Could be both.
Also, Palazzo Pants of Time. Album name.
And those, you thieving freak.
What about his employers? There was a time when extreme personality “quirks” were taken as a red flag and such people would never be hired for sensitive and responsible positions. Now the bien pensant viewpoint seems to prefer hiring the mentally defective.
“The sentimentalist is someone with a non-negotiable purpose, and his attitude to the reality which threatens him is to deny that it exists…”
–Roger Scruton
Who gave this basket case security clearance?
There are 1000 ways to be crazy. Some are harmless, some very very dangerous. Most interfere with being productive. People sane enough and smart enough to run things properly are rare.
“These countless little moments of poetry that make us want to take public transport”
Somewhat related. Especially the update.
Indeed. Further evidence that the left prefers crazy people over sane people, criminals over the law-abiding, traitors over patriots, terrorists and thugs over the peaceful.
It’s just the Transmatriarchy keepin’ us down . . .
Presumably Transmatriachy versus Islam for the undisputed intersectional championship of the (western) world will only be available on per per view.
They would be competing for all 4 belts except Sam Brinton has already nicked 3 of them.
That’s that bugger done.
Once upon a time one was encouraged to report odd behavior by people with security clearances, but the last training I had on the subject they emphatically discouraged doing so. What could go wrong indeed? You even mentioning it is now suspect.
Security clearance: unstable people may very well be unable to keep secrets. There is also the issue of blackmail risk. All of that is now tossed overboard in the race to find the craziest people for top jobs. Progress.
See also.
People with extreme sexual disorders tend towards extremely self-destructive behaviour. Like the wealthy matron who shoplifts inexpensive items, they want to get caught because on some level they’re punishing themselves.
Lost?
Encouraged would perhaps be more to the point.
There is no transmatriarchy, just the patriarchy in an ill-fitting wig, wearing prosthetic breasts.
patriarchy in an ill-fitting wig
Back when there actually was a patriarchy, they all wore ill-fitting wigs.
See, also: probably every Project Veritas hidden camera video. From the ‘muh activism’ to the desperately horny we get to find out what people really think and what people think they’re hiding just because Jordon is more concerned about impressing a date than his professional obligations (backed up by yearly training on corporate policies).
See, also: probably every Project Veritas hidden camera video
I’ve never understood those. I’ve been a LAN manager, systems admin, IT Operations specialist, whatever you call it, and privy to rather a lot of sensitive details about my employer’s internal workings. I’ve never once talked about those details with anyone I’m not married to. I don’t even work for any important, large, or particularly influential companies. It’s just basic professionalism; if you get a reputation for gossiping about your employer, people won’t hire you.
I’m reminded of the days when Apple fired a senior engineer on the spot because he left his iPhone 7 prototype at a bar, someone found it and posted pics on social media – a whole two months before the scheduled announcement anyway.
There is no transmatriarchy, just the patriarchy in an ill-fitting wig, wearing prosthetic breasts.
Meanwhile, apropos of nothing, people keep asking me, “Muldoon, what is wrong with you, why don’t you have a car made in this century?”
It’s like the world has been taken over by a posse of insane clowns.
Your understanding is the result of being a reasonable and intelligent person.
The unstable people in PV exposes and Libsoftiktok reposts have been programmed by modern media to believe they’re either on the right side of the question/controversy or any gossip is unattributable (“sources say”, etc). Everyone has forgotten the trope of people at the top sacrificing underlings to release information or take actions in a way that provides deniability.
Now we have idiots who are the main character in their own life drama and they could never not succeed or lose their job or be harassed off the internet or prosecuted for violating NDAs or laws. While examples like Hillary Clinton or Anthony Fauci are a problem, reporting on Brinton will be limited so his allies aren’t discouraged and will even be encouraged to support him receiving some new job or appointment.
If Brinton can publicly parade as a thieving degenerate and still land on his feet then a pink-haired preschool teacher won’t have second thoughts about publishing videos about his grooming practices. Jordon won’t have second thoughts about revealing details about farcical trials and dangerous research – especially if it gets him laid.
Who gave this basket case security clearance?
Such incompetence isn’t new, sadly.
Many years ago, one of my contemporaries at college had secured a place on the Civil Service fast-promotion scheme (whatever it was called then). It seems that he was worried about getting the required result in his Finals, because, a day or two before they were due to start, whilst riding along he pushed his writing hand into the spokes of his bicycle’s front wheel.
This worked. In those days, the University would give you an aegrotat degree if you weren’t fit to take exams and your doctor confirmed that the injury/illness was genuine. If it was good enough for the University, it was good enough for the Civil Service: so off he went to Whitehall.
The next I heard of him was that an early job had been in the MoD, in an extremely sensitive position – and he had had to be positively vetted by the security services. I didn’t know him at all well, so I wasn’t interviewed by them – but a couple of my friends were. The “accident” wasn’t mentioned at all; nor was there any discussion of this person’s suitability for what was (potentially, at least) the ultimate in high-pressure environments…
The addition of prosthetic breasts isn’t an improvement.
Juggalo world.
Daniel Ream: “They want to get caught because they are punishing themselves.” This is exactly right.
This kind of extreme, boundary-pushing behavior is a cry for help. They know there’s something wrong – and they may even know what it is – but they don’t want to fix it themselves. They want someone to show them the kind of love they’ve been missing their entire lives. Someone who cares enough for them to fix them.
The ‘extreme, boundary-pushing behavior’ diminishes the field of those who might care enough.
. . . “diminishes the field of those who might care enough” . . .
That’s what parents and family are for. The kind of Leo Buscaglia-style, unconditional love that transforms broken lives.
This is what’s so intractable about Complex PTSD: it’s often the result of, or knock-on effect from, a severely dysfunctional family of origin; and the symptomatic behaviours make the patient extremely unsympathetic.
If most of the current thinking about CPTSD etiology is true, it’s also untreatable past the mid-20s or so.
I get the impression that’s true of most psychological problems.