A Catchable Madness
Or, The Cronenberg Chronicles.
Below, Peter Boghossian and Mia Hughes, author of The WPATH Files, discuss the twisted history of transgender ideology. Topics touched on include the audacious propagation of pseudoscience; social contagion and the capture of institutions; experiments on children; and the psychology of doubling-down.
It’s two hours long and dense with detail, but much of that detail is likely to widen the eyes. It’s possibly worth noting, as Ms Hughes does around 01:16:00, that as the trans phenomenon has flourished – if that’s quite the right word – rates of anorexia and cutting have fallen, suggesting some correlation. Perhaps some shifting fashion, a swapping of self-harm signals. Given the subject matter and its realities, the squeamish may wish to proceed with caution.
A continuation of the discussion above – covering the abandonment of rigour and basic professionalism, surgical horrors, and the “insane experiment” of puberty suppression – can be found here.
Previously: The Bedlamite Contagion. From which, this:
Do note the self-satisfied smirk.
You see, it’s just an “adventure.” One in which the surgeons share, albeit, for them, temporarily. Not for a lifetime.
The surgeon referring to phalloplasty as an “adventure” – i.e., destroying the female genitals and attaching a grotesque, non-functional parody of penis – something like this or this – later admits that the procedure will “definitely” have permanent, ongoing complications, including incontinence and necrosis. That cadaverine stench.
It occurs to me that one of the reasons some people are reluctant to be realistic about the issue is that they might then have to consider the possibility that an entire, supposedly affirming industry – one worth close to a billion dollars a year and projected to reach five billion by the end of the decade – is exploiting mentally ill people, including children, and experimenting on them.
Those lovely surgical adventures.
This, then, is where we are. Doesn’t seem a good place to be, frankly.
“I need us to ascend to higher consciousness.”
I hope this isn’t a catchable madness.
“It’s nothing personal; it’s just business.”
Perhaps not the best stance to take – businesses engaging in deceptive practices often fare poorly in court.
This does indeed sound like many of the liberals I have known.
When you stare in the the abyss, the abyss stares back.
A new shibboleth: “gender expansive families”.
A disturbing update to the Southport child murder case.
The political situation in the UK has deteriorated so badly that my first thought as I read the piece was “Did the British government hack and scrub her account?”
Those damn Irish, what with their Gaelic and being yte and all. The need to be decolonized, apparently by colonization, but whatever.
I get their point, but the wording…
My thought after reading the piece was ‘Did the British government have to be that blatant?’
Well, it wasn’t Elon. It better not have been Elon. Someone definitely hacked her account, but then who restored it, including the thread?
Also, why keep that kid’s psychopathic obsessions a secret? To avoid implicating authorities who didn’t keep close enough tabs on him?
This is seriously dark stuff, England. Lots of people in leadership need to be removed from office.
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There are a *lot* of similarities of modern left/trans ideology to old pagan practices, where self-harming and eunuchs were absolutely common. (The idea of a wandering soul before and after birth is also found in both paganism and Gnostic versions of Christianity). But generally speaking, the extravagances of the old pagan religions were thoroughly and convincingly rejected at the end of antiquity in favour of Christianity. One question is, just how much of these old pagan religions are people going to – unknowingly, or wilfully – imitate?
I’m the owner of both. Cats are as individualistic as humans. I’ve always tried to get my cats as kittens so to socialize them as much as possible so they love humans and will come for laps & skritchies. Even then, cats are fine with being alone for long periods of time and when you come home it’s “Oh? You were away? Well, then, treats and a lap please and we’ll forget that ever happened.”
I’ve had few dogs because I didn’t find it fair to have one during the time I worked outside the house. Retired, I have the ultimate in velcro dogs (GSD, my 2nd. My first GSD was fabulous dog to have while the girls were growing up).
Empowering? I guess?
It’s heartening to learn that her behavior went back to 2021, and that she was “released on personal recognizance.”
WHAT recognizance? She’s a loon!
It’s as if the whole normal phenomenon of “tomboy-ism” that happens to a significant percentage of girls (raises hand) is something brand new and deserving of medicalization. Reasonable parents (like mine) just treated it as a stage of growing up. The vast majority of us struggled through puberty, made peace with our new “womanly” bodies and got on with life. Most of us straight, some lesbian, but a healthy approach from our parents got us through.
And the push back from the TQ+ advocates when you broach the subject is the “then you weren’t REALLY trans to begin with” and immediate dismissal. Argh.
A British bloke named Tom Cox writes extensively on cats. Here’s a representative story.
Cats aren’t pack animals like dogs, but they do have the same social order as lions, as observed among barn cats.
They form attachments to their humans, but they are much less emotionally demanding than dogs and much easier to care for, because they need less attention. They’re also scrupulously clean, never needing a bath unless they get into something especially egregious.
And then there’s the purr, the most soothing haptic/aural experience possible. The frequency of a cat’s purr helps healing. The sight of a sleeping cat is comforting. They’re connoisseurs of comfort and make excellent home decor.
Bruce, my niece’s dog, in Washington DC.
The sport you never knew you needed.
Those damn Irish, what with their Gaelic and being yte and all. The need to be decolonized, apparently by colonization, but whatever.
She thinks the Irish have unconscious bias against her? The Irish should be consciously biased against her, and make her kind feel some shame for once. Look at her – she’s an alien, internally and externally, both in what she is and what she chooses to be.
Whites who think it’s moral to reject ethnocentrism in favor of global nonwhite norms should understand that eternal global norm is ethnocentrism, and not in the apologetic, coded or displaced forms that white ethnocentrism might timidly allow itself to take.
Nonwhites, like this young woman from Ungabungaland, shout it for both insiders and outsiders to hear that no matter they go in the world they want to deal with people who look like themselves. She thinks that Ireland would be better with more Ungabungans in positions of influence, with the next best thing being fewer Irish. She believes that this is a moral opinion and not brazenly self-interested, not to mention genocidal in its consequences and also frankly in its motivations. She’s not interested in remigrating to Ungabungaland where everyone looks like her, but she’s motivated to flood Ireland with Ungabungans, and to discredit and make impossible by facts on the ground any principle that the Irish are a historical people entitled to their own tiny homeland where they’re not going to be outnumbered and miscegenated.
It’s only whites who think it’s immoral and superficial that they feel more comfortable, they feel they’re walking on eggshells less, if they’re dealing with somebody who looks like themselves. Looks and physiognomy are to do with kinship, shared history and higher-trust communication, as blacks understand and are unashamed of. But whites beat themselves up, and allow other races to beat them up, about hesitating to grant their full trust and intimacy to somebody just because of the color of their skin, or because they haven’t evaluated the content of the alien’s character, as if being a more or less nice person should entitle anyone to turn up uninvited and stay for ever. But this isn’t a nice person, with her resentment against the Irish and her plans for the Irish.
Oh, I almost forgot: cats do come in handy.
It is always, always, always about childhood sexual abuse. The self-destructive coping mechanism may change, the etiology doesn’t.
Some years ago I was friends with a horse trainer and she despised teenage girls as clients for precisely this reason. Horses are not big dogs. Horses are horses, with their own instincts, behaviours and psychology and forgetting that can have deadly consequences.
Sasz was right but unwittingly. Sasz’ position was that absent physical damage to the brain, mental “illness” wasn’t. But clinical schizophrenia is caused by damage to the brain in the form of permanent biological neurotransmitter dysfunction.
Since I’m treating myself to a colour Kindle today (Amazon’s knocked £50 off in the spring sale), it seems a good time to use that there link!
Bless you, madam. May your belches be occasional and suitably ladylike.
Skittish, half-ton of flesh with sharp hooves that can invert your knee in a flash.
Not dog-like at all. They’re not eager to please, they’re not happy little guys (see: skittish), and they feel no guilt about kicking you in the gut or throwing riders to the ground.
As so often, it’s the casual, practised arrogance.
Rather like an unexpected houseguest, to whom you offer refreshments, and who promptly starts bitching about your décor and moving the furniture around.
As I’ve said before, not too long ago,
Yet here we are. And again, one more time:
As Dicentra noted in reply, it’s an abusive relationship.
[ Post updated to include link to second video. ]
In the second video, it’s worth noting how often Mr Boghossian is reduced to a kind of dark laughter. The news, to him, of what is now taking place in the name of affirmation – of “colon vaginas” and bespoke “nullification” surgeries – all taxpayer funded – leads, not unreasonably, to jokes about the grafting on of two dozen goat testicles.
But this mad laughter seems hard to avoid. We’ve ventured so far, and so quickly, into grotesque surrealism – at which we’re not supposed to laugh, and from which we’re not supposed to recoil – that it can seem a little disorientating, a little unreal. Like suddenly finding yourself in some unhinged cartoon.
A cartoon in which, for instance, mentally ill psychotherapists pose in women’s lingerie, waiting to be “revered,” and insist that bizarre, prosthetic pseudo-genitals – shaped like flowers – will be “valid and valued,” and widely desired.
Or maybe been “shoved into”.
David, what’s with all these server errors?
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Doing some maintenance. Bear with me.
[ Tugs randomly at wires, fetches fire extinguisher. ]
And… we’re back. I think.
I should add that the outage was a Bluehost thing, not a me thing.
Before anyone makes any smart remarks.
I assumed that you were using a hosting service, but therefore expected that any such outages would be solely the result of server problems beyond your control…and thus “doing some maintenance” would mean contacting tech support.
My behind-the-scenes housekeeping coincided with a Bluehost server up-buggering. Which made the morning every bit as thrilling as you might imagine.
They may look like her but they won’t afford her the lifestyle she sees as her due.
Before anyone makes any smart remarks.
More excuses than Carter has liver pills.
Blame WordPress.
As I’ve said before, were I to move to, say, South Korea, it would not occur to me to demand that the natives unravel their own society, their own culture, and engage in further demographic transformation, whether they wish it or not, in order to accommodate my own narcissism and feelings of inadequacy.
Because that would be – oh, what’s the word? – fucking rude.
To say they are similar to being big dogs does not mean they should be treated like big dogs in all facets of human/animal interactions. Teenage girls probably need to be reminded of that because…they’re teenage girls. A casual observation that horses and their interactions with humans more resembles that of dogs than say cats, pigs, cows, or bumblebees is not some huge logical fallacy to harumph about. Though I understand that for certain humans, repressing the harrumph urge can cause backups into the brain stem with possibly unpleasant consequences.
That said…there’s an interesting calculus to be done regarding human relationships with dogs, cats, and horses between when they were domesticated (or whatever the proper common term is) and the amount of time and the intensity of training humans put into the relationships. Cats have been with us since farming/civilization started and were, and still mostly are, left to themselves. Dog/human thing goes back twice or more as long and with significantly greater interaction and selective breeding. Horses are the more interesting subject. Even though the relationship only goes back half as long as cats, the interaction is more intense than even with dogs. Dogs are a bit more independent in that we don’t physically ride them, with few rare sledding/cart exceptions. We generally don’t take dogs to war as has been a huge part of the human/horse thing. When we do, the dogs are used mostly as sentries or in very specific environments where the chaos is much more controlled. We do control the breeding of dogs much more closely than horses. I would be curious if anyone has direct experience with tamed previously wild horses vs. those that have been bred for several generations.
Speaking, as we were, of The Unspanked.
That the natives wouldn’t be having it is possibly another reason.
As I’ve said before, were I to move to, say, South Korea…
Good news my fellow North American Wypipo, the “indigenous” colonized us!.
This strikes me as a key point in the Peter Boghossian and Mia Hughes conversation.
And from the evidence it was the bloody French!
Meanwhile, in the strange mental world of The Liberal Woman.
And from the evidence it was the bloody French!
I believe the evidence is that they decamped lest they become French. Ahead of their time, they were, sort of like Cajuns realizing being amongst alligators was preferable to being amongst Quebecois French.
It wasn’t Quebecois the Acadians were fleeing, it was New Scots.
That’s true, didn’t they have the option of going to Quebec?
Statistically…
Well, quite.