Validation, You Say
And from Australia, more thing-that-never-happens news:
Judge Nola Karapanagiotidis… highlighted Harper’s “gender dysphoria” and experiences with “transphobia” as mitigating factors, and appeared to accept the defence’s argument that he only committed the abuse to be “validated… as a woman and a sexual person.”
And for some, validation trumps all else.
Because of our thrillingly modern sensitivities, Mr Harper – who favours the name Autumn Tulip Harper – is currently being held in a prison for women.
The details of the case are, I should add, particularly vile.
Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
Why am I not surprised it was a female judge?
I knew before I clicked it would be in Victoria. Our magistrates are fucked.
Why indeed.
And again, as so often, note the framing of serious, dangerous mental illness as a mitigating factor, rather than, say, an aggravating factor.
Or, “You’re sickeningly depraved, having violated your own five-year-old child on at least 19 separate occasions, and you’re broken in ways we can’t hope to fix. Therefore we’ll treat you leniently.”
There was a lot of delusion in that courtroom.
Darjee told the court that Harper would not need any “specific interventions to prevent further sexual offending” and dismissed the need for sex offender treatment. He also denied that Harper had a paraphilic disorder, and argued that Harper had no sexual attraction to children.
So, he received the validation that he sought, and now everything is alright? It’s one and done and no narcissistic need would push him in a like fashion in the future?
Actually, Dr. Darjee, if he did not have a paraphilic disorder, did you find evidence of any disorder?
It’s just that he pretends to be a woman and molests children.
How dare you be sceptical, madam. He was just having a bad day. Some big boys made him do it. Again and again and again.
The judge’s brother is a trans activist.
From the Guardian, via Julia, I bring you the thrilling world of door-stepper poetry.
“Excuse me, proletarian on a council estate. Can I interest you in some verse?”
In the interests of equity, diversity, and to avoid ableism, justice has been made more inclusive by bringing together the intellectually disabled with the visually impaired.
“I told them we already got one.”
Priorities.
As so often, Mr Webb does have a point.
And for which, as noted recently, he gets called all kinds of names.
From a recent thread:
Regarding which, this.
Note the obligatory enormo-glasses.
Deleted. Wrong thread.
[ Fetches hamster urine, weasels. ]
Well, that was before I noticed that this thread had already made a turn into the Poetry-upon-Tyne cul-de-sac. Not that it’s truly a cul-de-sac. Aelfed’s Holy Grail link made me want to say something frenchy. Especially something frenchy with hyphens in it.
How do these… creatures become judges?
Wikipedia seems to indicate that they are all appointed.
Last post it was mentioned how feminists insist on a 50/50 split of all work/decisions. In an apartment it is not so obvious but if you own a home you quickly see that real women do NOT want to split everything. You see maybe 5% of women cutting the grass. Almost zero cleaning the gutters. Any use of power tools (chainsaw, drill, table saw, sander) 100% men. Building a shed or remodeling the house? Men. Are the men demanding to be the one to clean the gutters? hahahah no. Their wife asks them please do it.
In the real world, where people are married and have kids, a woman may want to stay home with those kids for an extended period and may want a flexible job so she is more available to the kids. In spite of feminists polemics, when faced with an actual baby, women want to care for it as much as possible. Thus the man has more of the financial burden. Babies are the boss.
Those overlapping bell curves of cognition, strength, etc. Sane societies recognize these patterns while allowing everyone to sort themselves out.
The ‘please’ is a euphemism.
It is no accident that the more left-feminist a female is, the more radical pro-abortion she is.
Like I said previous thread, the most successful marriages are not 50/50 on every single task, but complimentary. And within those relationships there will be differences based on the skill sets of the individuals (my grandfather didn’t know which end of the hammer to hold, my grandmother – daughter of a mason – did and more).
[ Tries to get weasels back into sack. ]
Consult an expert!
Our cleaner was listening to one of those radio channels with pop music and adverts, and I thus began to listen to an advertisement for British Gas that began ‘Mum is in the garden, mowing the grass, and Dad is in the kitchen cooking the tea. Ashleigh is upstairs…’ At that point, I shut the door of the room I was in, so can’t tell you whether Ashley was male, female or otherwise (the name was obviously chosen to be suitable for either sex), nor what he/she/they were doing upstairs, but I bet you anything it was something counter-cultural. I was quite sad that we’re not with British Gas, so I couldn’t terminate our contract.
From my spam folder:
That is all.
Still traumatised by Davie.
Well Heavens, only two minutes had passed. You need time to process that sort of thing. Should have allowed three.
Apropos of nothing, I wonder if there’s any connection to David of the same name.
As usual, Monty Python covered that.
“ableism”: Life is unfair. Some jobs require brute strength and passing a disabilities law will not change that. Driving a truck is brutal long-term. Some jobs are high pressure. In general, jobs that fewer people can do will pay more. Love being out in the sun and are strong? Choose construction. No tolerance for harsh weather? Indoor job. Some people have an advantage in more than one area–unfair I know. The trick is to figure out your own strengths and what you can tolerate. If you do that and stick to it, you will do ok. Those who use the word “ableism” I guarantee you are lazy.
[ Eye twitches. ]
One for Muldoon, I think.
From the Guardian, via Julia, I bring you the thrilling world of door-stepper poetry.
His politics are what you’d expect them to be, but having expected multikulti spoken word slop, I’m pleasantly surprised that his Jaywick poem is … ok. It’s hardly Byron or Betjeman, but at least it’s in an English tradition of sixpence-a-yard iambic pentameter.
Regarding which, this. Note the obligatory enormo-glasses.
There’s nothing novel here that needs explanation or intervention. She’s Chinese, Christina, and she’s expressing racial hatred of whites and glee at the murder of Charlie Kirk who she saw as an up-and-coming representative of the hated race. We’re not going to socially reengineer the Chinese. The best we can do is not import large numbers of them, not give their children educational opportunities at Choate and Oberlin that should go to our own children, and not employ their engineers at NASA.
Your white daughters have been propagandized that identifying with non-whites, and internalizing the racial hatred of non-whites against whites, is moral and fashionable. But at some level, they also perceive that (1) there’s something ugly, ignoble, perverse about belittling their own fathers, brothers, husbands, sons; and (2) their precious non-whites in fact see that clearer than whites, and don’t actually like or or respect it. So you get the weird facial and verbal tics as white women try to summon a “you-go-girl” chorus for some disgusting provocation. Meanwhile, your white sons, who in former times were brought up to maintain a moral frame against female emotional appeals, are now taught that the moral thing to do, and the thing that won’t get you called an incel, is to ally and amplify.
General …(not Gene…stupid spell check) question…Curious if anyone else gets the feeling that they are the only person in the world who understands what an ad hominem fallacy is and is not? Or is it just me.
G for me – Deep South, South Louisiana, Texas, Tex-Mex, Caribbean, &c.
Were you not tempted by Icelandic cuisine?
Question asked.
Is it just food or wines and spirits too?
[ Again, looks at Iceland. ]
Oh wait. Apparently, the Icelanders do produce some kind of fortified beverage from arctic thyme.
Do let us know how that goes.
Also via Julia: American cancer patient Deborah Anderson and Trump supporter confronted by British
policeGestapo and told to apologise for her online posts or face an investigation.[ Tries to get weasels back into sack. ]
When you do, send ’em down to that Victoria women’s prison and let ’em validate the hell out of Mr. “The Big Bad Boys Made me Do It”, repeatedly, and with extreme prejudice.
While they’re Down Under they can go validate the malevolent moron of a judge who felt sorry for him, too. Validation all around!! Isn’t that what they want?
Vigorous rug cleaning.
I don’t know, Daaaavey.
Entirely unsurprising occurrence: This guy mentors teenagers on the south side; he says one of them waited for him to go to the bathroom and stole his car.
One for Muldoon, I think.
E, definitely E.
The “Polka Dot Tie” episode is still stuck in my memory.
I don’t remember any episodes, only the dog saying “Oh Davey”. But I have a general recollection of enjoying it as entertaining and thoughtful (which is presumably why my leftie friends despised it.)