If You Notice Our Dishonesty, We Will Punish You
I paraphrase, of course. Though not, I think, wildly:
Sorry, still pondering the Swissness of wind instrument repairman.
Well, he’s not wrong. We could, I suppose, list things like pelvis shape, skull shape, bone density, Q-angles and whatnot, and we could mention the very high accuracy of sex determination via forensic examinations based on such variables, but it all seems rather obvious. Almost too silly.
But wait.
Because in the realm of the trans activist, and others who like to pretend things, in this case, two journalists and a teacher, the accumulation of ludicrousness must not be impeded.
And so,
A transcript of the interrogation, in German, can be found here.
It turns out that noticing the obvious – that sexual dysmorphia is a mental health issue, that the skeletons of men and women are quite distinct, and that some members of the so-called “LGBTQI community” are quite extreme in their ambitions, as illustrated by the case itself – has now been deemed taboo, and indeed punishable:
Don’t talk back, citizen. Cross-dressing men are women.
With magic woman bones.
Readers will note the bizarre and emphatic conflation, by Judge Julia Schär, of sexual orientation and sexual dysmorphia – her equating of homosexuality with intolerant transvestism – via which she condemned Mr Brünisholz for an alleged intent to “disparage people on the basis of their sexual orientation in a way that violates human dignity.”
Whether the farce described above does much for human dignity is a question I leave to the reader.
Well, quite.
A reminder, were one needed, that when you surrender to the lie, all manner of distortions will ensue. Best, I think, not to give away the store in the first place.
Oh, and because I know you like a punchline:
Modernity, baby. Bathe in its glow.
This blog is kept afloat by the tip jar buttons below.
We’re heading for a place we don’t want to be.
Band name.
How did I know the judge would be a woman?
Witch dunking is making a comeback.
You can now be put in prison for stating facts. Let that sink in.
Translation: “We are going to destroy things unless this person is punished for saying something we don’t like.”
PSA: It’s still the weekend, so Friday Ephemera comments should continue.
Policing thought is ever so much easier than policing crime.
I was once walking through an airport and I noticed what at first glance appeared to be a person of indeterminate sex walking in front of me. The gait was odd and then I figured it out. I passed them and looked back. I was right – a young transman. The gait is off because she was trying to stride forward “like a man” but her pelvic formation was throwing that off.
The bones don’t lie.
As I’ve said here many times – say, following this,
And yet, my preferred live-and-let-live approach, which I’d imagine many others share, is being made thankless and difficult, if not impossible.
The world I live in turned into a rather lurid and overdone dystopian novel right before my eyes.
There is a lot of ingratitude going around. We live in an amazing time and place. If you have visited a less developed country, you can perhaps appreciate this even more. However, there are people who are angry. Perhaps they think life today is too hard, too complicated, above their level and they should just be given things free to “come out even” with the rich. Or whatever. Antifa specifically wants to create anarchy and destroy the system. It actually isn’t that hard to destroy. Venezuela went from the richest in South America to a basket case. Somalia and Haiti went backwards. Europe has declined due to their rabid climate change stance that has made energy 3x as expensive as in the US. China had the Great Leap Forward that killed millions. Cambodia had the Killing Fields. Destruction is the lazy way out.
There’s something to be said for hard times creating clarity.
Imagine expecting a gender studies degree to put food on the table and get you through a 1930s like depression.
When they ask me what made me a ‘transphobe’ I’ll have to say ‘exposure to trans activists’.
Agreed. I knew a number of trans-identifying people in the 70’s and 80’s–men who identified as women and dressed accordingly; a lesbian who eventually got a penis implant sometime in the 90’s. Likewise a larger number of gays and lesbians. We got along fine; they were just friends and acquaintances with some shared interests. But nobody demanded that I used special pronouns or make public political declarations. Now, however, the demands are endless and endlessly escalating. No thanks.
Well, as I’ve said before, it’s often assumed that the more you come to know about a social phenomenon, the more you must find it vibrant and charming. The more you will embrace it, indulge it, defer to it. The idea that research and familiarity might have other effects is, oddly, much less considered.
And so, there’s an assumption that exposure to, and familiarity with, the subjects of transgenderism, and autogynephilia, and drag queens, and cross-dressing more generally, will invariably make one feel great warmth towards these phenomena – and the things that often go with them.
When in fact, the opposite may be true. And not infrequently.
More generally, I’ve known many people with personality quirks. The ones I avoided were the ones who were boring, tiresome, obnoxious, aggressively demanding, or in other ways toxic/dangerous to know.
I see all sorts of people trying to shoehorn reality to fit their politics or ideology.
Like bellbottoms, their illusion might be popular and trendy for a while. In the long run, they look ridiculous. But how much damage is done in the mean time?
Just saw a video about implicit bias for teachers. It asserts that training on implicit bias reduces bias, when the opposite has been shown. It talks about showing loving kindness and ignores that your bias may be based on reality. Which group in school is likely to do or not do homework? Yes, you are correct. Which group in school poses a danger if they are following you after dark? Yes, you are correct. Eliminating all your preconceptions can actually be dangerous.
I mean, there was a time, years ago, when I didn’t have much insight into transgenderism and transvestism and all the rest. In 1991, Younger Me visited The Sound Factory, an achingly fashionable New York club, where I was flirted with, quite expertly, by three very tall, immaculately tailored transvestites. It was odd, rather amusing, but I didn’t think much of it.
In the years since, however, I’ve learned quite a lot about the phenomena, more than intended, and very little of it has made me feel more indulgent.
Did it work?
(•_•) ( •_•)>⌐■-■ (⌐■_■)
Heh. No. The Ecstasy was very good, but not that good.
I vaguely recall they seemed to operate in unison, as a trio, which added to the surrealism. And they’d obviously honed their, er, skills. I’d have to give them points for effort.
[ Drifts into nostalgic reverie. ]
It wasn’t these three?
[ Rummages under bar for ancient mixtape. ]
Antediluvian.
Belongs more in a Friday Ephemera thread, but I guess we’ve moved on.
I’m… not familiar with the kind of thing I’m seeing.
Depending on when she started on T, she might also have distortions in her growth plates around the hips and knees. Girls on T frequently use canes because they’ve messed up their joints.
As shown here and here.
[ Weighs merits of steak pie for Sunday lunch, preferably served with all possible trimmings at a Peak District tavern of some sort. ]
Mashed peas and gravy atop a meat pie inside a massive bun?
And yet it’s so on-brand, innit?
I’m sure there’s a place in this world for all of the ingredients, even the mushy peas, but I’m not sure why they’re piled – literally – in that combination. Isn’t the oversized breadcake redundant?
[ Clicks through to original post. ]
I’m now learning about something called pea wet.
There are things in this world man was never meant to know.
Pretty sure that’s one of them.
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And while we’re talking about British cuisine, I’d kill for a Scotch egg right now, what with me being two G&Ts in,
Where men are men and the sheep run scared.
Truth.
[ Scowls. ]
Then I suppose this is worth re-posting here:
Emma Watson is no longer a hero of the left. She is now a fascist transphobe.
Ace-o-lanche inbound.
Moron bloggers! Time to raise the prices, @David, and pretend you can’t make change
That Ace post has TWO links to this site, one to this thread and one to the Friday Ephemera.
AND an Instalanche to this thread? Wow.
Dang, David. Or should I say, Mr. Big Time.
Is there any other kind these days?
[ Emerges in silk cravat and jewel-encrusted smoking jacket. ]
I deserve no less. This place is totally switched-on and happening.
Also, Instapundit really needs to do something about the spam in the comments over there. Practically every third comment is by some dubiously busty woman boasting of knowing how to earn $15,000 a month.
It must be quite odd to be in Ms Watson’s position, as many of her peers are. To have so publicly burned relationships in the name of a glaringly ludicrous position that was embraced and championed, loudly and publicly, because of a need to be seen as fashionable. To be seen as having the approved high-status views.
Among which, the claim that “trans people are who they say they are” and must therefore never be challenged or left unflattered, and that women and girls who object to cross-dressing men barging into their intimate spaces should just suck it up and “learn,” by deferring to the cross-dressing interloper and “looking into the whites of their eyes.”
As if things of this kind never, ever happen. Seemingly on a weekly basis.
I mean, having told the world that she’ll jump on any bandwagon and mouth the most laughable bollocks, things both pernicious and transparently untrue, while selling out her friends, people to whom she owes everything, it’s hard to see a path back to I AM A PERSON TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY.
That said, I’m now, I notice, being followed on X by a Las Vegas camgirl.
Make that plural and you got yourself a band name.
[ Heroically resists temptation to learn more. ]
I’m thinking of starting the Dick the Butcher party.
J’adore ça.
Which gives me an excuse to share a link to this.
Something only a transphobic science denier would say, there are no differences.
In other news, a bold plan.
“I look like a man in a dress,” says man in a dress, indignantly.