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Symbolic Beverage Crisis

November 13, 2024 167 Comments

Mr Destiny, who is, I gather, some kind of deep thinker, a moral colossus of the left, is apparently unable to make a mug of hot chocolate:

My Uber driver brought me my hot chocolate today on bike. It took 45 minutes to get here, and this is what happens as soon as I pick up the bag to bring it inside.

This is Trump’s America. pic.twitter.com/g4iBNXsQjt

— Destiny (@TheOmniLiberal) November 12, 2024

Needless to say, mockery ensues. 

Update, via the comments: 

Mr Destiny – aka Steven Kenneth Bonnell II – evidently felt that the moment above had some symbolic meaning, some charged political relevance. Which, I suppose, it does, in a way. Though not, I think, of the kind he imagines. In that, it merely tells us something about him.

Mags adds,

Isn’t it still technically Biden’s America?

Quite. And it’s a world in which your cup of hot chocolate has its own driver.

I did briefly wonder if Mr Bonnell might be trying to make some ironic point about modernity and decadence, but that doesn’t appear to be his style at all. And even if the objective were to say, “Look at how decadent we are,” that doesn’t really work, since the more obvious message is “Look at how decadent I am…” The we being rather presumptuous.

And I suspect that many of us here manage to make it through the day, most days, without being overly decadent. Say, by not having single cups of hot chocolate needlessly delivered to our doors, seemingly on a daily basis. Or by not finding loudly announced amusement in the death of a random stranger who was trying to shield his family from gunfire during an assassination attempt on a presidential candidate.

As Mr Bonnell did.

By all means, consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.

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Media Pronouns Or Else The Thrill Of Women's Shoes

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November 10, 2024 180 Comments

And in shoe-related news:

A trans-identified male in Germany has been sentenced to an indefinite stay at a psychiatric ward as part of his sentence for exhibitionism and violent assaults on women.

Yes, I know. Another entry for our Thing That Never Happens file.

But first, a flashback:

In October of 2008, Klaus attacked a 52-year-old woman, violently pulling her to the ground and sitting on her in an attempt to try and pull her boots off her legs. According to a General Anzeiger report from the time, Klaus fled to the forest to try the boots on, at which point he got “real excitement.”

Don’t ask.

After being tracked down by police, investigators found a whole collection of women’s boots at his home. 

A pattern repeated upon his release, and hence a second, present-day appearance in court. But this time, with added kinks and complications:

The 56-year-old man from Troisdorf had to stand trial at the regional court in Bonn for threats, grievous bodily harm and exposing his penis to women on a train. But during the trial, the court had to weigh whether or not to pursue the charges against Klaus for exhibitionism due to his gender identity.

In Germany, only males can be charged with exhibitionism of the penis, and because Klaus identified as “female,” it was initially unclear whether the charge could apply to him.

Because this is where we are now. Or where the Germans are, at least.

Happily, the court decided that, as the gentleman, referred to only as Klaus, had not yet legally asserted his claim of being the opposite sex, the charges of exhibitionism were indeed applicable. And so, another spell in Bedlam.

Still, I suspect those new silicone pseudo-breasts, acquired between stays, may be some consolation.

Perhaps less happily,

Klaus was handed his sentence just one day before Germany’s new self-identification law came into force. He is now entitled to change his legal sex and be placed on a women’s ward at the psychiatric hospital he will be housed at.

A comfort to all concerned, I’m sure.

After all, what could possibly go wrong when housing with women a mentally ill man who likes to hold knives to women’s throats before stealing their footwear, and hoarding said footwear for sexual purposes? A man who delights in stalking women, assaulting them, and waving his tallywhacker at mothers with their young daughters.

A man who is referred to in the German media, somewhat surreally, as a woman, a she-person, despite being identified via the very male genetic material left at the scenes of his crimes.

Oh, and should you be concerned about the whereabouts of all those stolen items, fear not:

The defendant now hoards hundreds of boots and handbags in a large number of boxes; she had even taken her treasures with her to prison, where they were stored.

Her treasures, obligingly stored.

Update, via the comments:

Alice quotes this from the bizarrely misleading German news coverage:

Because she wanted to tear women’s boots off their feet, a woman – then still a man – was convicted in 2009.

She then adds, not unreasonably,

He’s still a bloody man.

Indeed. And for the women he robbed and assaulted, and the women and girls at whom he flashed his penis, it must be quite odd, and probably aggravating, to hear media reports of some entirely imaginary shoe-robbing, penis-flashing woman.

As noted here previously regarding a not dissimilar incident:

For the passers-by who intervened and overpowered Mr Beekmeyer, it must have been quite strange to see subsequent reports in which this shirtless man was referred to by the police and the media as a woman. As if their own, first-hand perceptions, from mere inches away, were somehow wildly and implausibly inaccurate.

And,

When a shirtless, deranged man – a man attacking a breastfeeding mother and her four-month-old baby – is referred to by the Vancouver Police Department, and the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation, and the Vancouver Sun, as a woman – despite all video and photographic evidence – then we’re in surreal territory. And the mismatch of claim and reality is not neutral or benign. It is corrosive. Not least to any trust in the Vancouver Police Department, the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation, and the Vancouver Sun – the probity of which is, necessarily, called into question.

But we live in unhinged times. In which observable reality is something to be ignored.

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November 8, 2024 186 Comments

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Crypto Hitlers, Everywhere!

November 6, 2024 207 Comments

Because I like to bring comfort to those in distress, How To Avoid Tears And Pretentious Agonising: 

Well, you’d think that repel invaders and uphold the most basic of laws wouldn’t be too much to ask of a government. And yet.

And at this terribly difficult time, for some, do spare a thought for this tightly-wound progressive gentleman, presumably now trembling at the prospect of some Trumpian Sturmabteilung. Oh, and this madam here, the editor-in-chief of Mother Jones. The one rendered distraught by a flight attendant’s courtesy and its ominous implications for the future of the world.

Update, via the comments:

Writing in the Guardian, the left-leaning novelist Francine Prose is not, I fear, taking recent developments well: 

I hoped to go to sleep on election night knowing Harris had won, and that we were safe. But that is not what was in store for us. The anxiety I’m feeling right now started months ago. During the lead-up to the 2024 presidential election, my hair began falling out and one of my eyelids started twitching.

Following the above, those unhinged leanings really kick into gear, with the inevitable mentions of Hitler, Stalin, dictatorship, people thrown from helicopters, and “the imprisonment and execution of those who disagree.” A feverish, dystopian drama in which, one assumes, Ms Prose anticipates a starring role.

Needless to say, Ms Prose is far from alone in her weird theatre of distress. And as illustrated many times in the comments below, the overlap of progressive politics and mental illness would seem to be quite significant.

And so, we have the round-the-clock delusional ravings of MSNBC, including the repeated claim that Florida is “an extreme right-wing fascist state,” and Laura Helmuth, the editor-in-chief of Scientific American, a once-reputable publication, screeching profanities and insisting, quite emphatically, that anyone who chose to vote differently from herself must be racist, sexist, and “fucking fascists.”

No other possibilities fitting inside her gentle, thoughtful head.  

The phenomenon, a competitively uploaded departure from reality, is difficult to explain in terms of mere politics and actual, real-world policies. We appear to be in the realm of… well, something else.

Update 2:

Pst314 brings rumblings from academia, where the clever people gather:

Leonard Serrato, Assistant Director for Fraternity and Sorority Life at the University of Oregon, tells all Trump supporters to kill themselves.

What a sweet guy! Because he cares so deeply.

That would be this chap here:

Assistant Director for Fraternity and Sorority Life at @uoregon tells Trump supporters to kiII themselves

Any comment @uoregon? pic.twitter.com/hwK0qhH9b1

— Libs of TikTok (@libsoftiktok) November 7, 2024

Says Mr Serrato,

I am a very petty person and I am very proud of that. I love it about myself, actually.

When they tell you who they are, believe them. As I’m told the kids say.

I mean, if a spiteful, childish, leftist ideologue announces to the world, on camera, that his political fixations are much more important to him than his supposed loved ones, his family and lifelong friends, and that he wishes death on them for daring to disagree with him, then I see no reason to assume that he must mean something other than what he’s actually saying, having thought about it and filmed it, and having then shared it with the world.

Where students might see.

But hey, pronouns in bio.

As seen, for instance, here, these are not things said and done reluctantly, in some momentary fit of anger, or under duress. This is something that’s been considered, chosen, rehearsed, and then willingly shared. Something that Mr Serrato feels emboldened to do, presumably because many of his peers will be saying much the same things. As if it could have no negative repercussions.

Happily, and somewhat surprisingly, he was wrong, on this occasion at least, and has, it seems, been placed on “administrative leave.”

Update 3:

In the comments, a recurring motif is the howling of progressive women who are seemingly unable to comprehend how a society reshaped to accommodate their fever dreams may not appeal to everyone. As if they, and their psychology, weren’t part of the equation.

With the above in mind, readers may find the following instructive, albeit in ways the speaker, Danielle Mann, doesn’t intend:

BREAKING: Danielle Mann, a teacher at @TalawandaHS in Ohio was placed on administrative leave after she filmed an unhinged video of herself on school grounds ranting about the election, suggesting that men who voted for Trump are unsafe to be around.

These are the people… pic.twitter.com/WVsIoZfj51

— Libs of TikTok (@libsoftiktok) November 8, 2024

You see, she needs to know where you live. And you have to wear an identifying bracelet. And hey, who could possibly dislike the idea of these bedlamites having the leverage they crave? A world they would find congenial, shaped in their image, according to their compulsions.

Oh, and yes, she’s a high-school teacher. Influencing other people’s children. Every day of the week.

Consider this a post-election open thread. Share ye links and bicker.

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Parenting Pronouns Or Else

The Progressive Dance

November 4, 2024 125 Comments

Lifted from the previous post, an excruciatingly obtuse discussion about wangs and women’s changing rooms. In which the very patient Warren Smith attempts to tease sense from a self-styled ‘Harris voter’.

Again, I say obtuse, but it’s more a matter of practised dishonesty:

 

Responding to the exchange above, Rafi adds, not unfairly, 

Anyone want to bet the ‘Harris Voter’ doesn’t have a daughter (or a wife)?

Mr Harris Voter does seem to be struggling with some very basic realities. Things that we, as a society, used to understand.

I imagine much of his difficulty lies in the need to be seen holding fashionable and therefore statusful opinions, as determined by his peer group, and the illogical nature of the opinions currently in fashion. He wants to be seen as being “inclusive,” as he puts it, even though the consequent position is fundamentally incoherent.

And so we get the pinhead dance. According to which, cross-dressing men have every right to enter women’s changing rooms, and women who object can… er, choose not to use them. Or choose to flee, provided they do it politely.  So as not to cause offence.

We must, it seems, be sensitive. Albeit unilaterally.

Maddening and slippery as Mr Harris Voter is, I think the exchange above is quite revealing. It does show the contortions required of the type. It also suggests that it would be unwise to rely on such creatures.

Ladies, they’ll sell you out in a heartbeat.

If nothing else, the exchange highlights how an urge to seem like a good and progressive person, a caring and inclusive person, can be entirely at odds with actual goodness or anything approaching coherence. Such that the pretence, the preoccupation with how one seems, if only to one’s equally pretentious peers, entails not caring – at all – about women and girls who would rather not share an intimate space with mentally ill men and opportunist perverts. 

As this chap says in reply to Warren Smith’s original post on X:

If you’re concerned with appearances, as I get the feeling this guy is, you will often be morally wrong in your pursuit of the appearance of being morally right.

This is not a trivial point.

Update, via the comments:

Oh, and if Mr Harris Voter’s opinions on What Women Should Be Happy To Put Up With sound vaguely familiar, you may be thinking of Mr Dolatowski, the cross-dressing chap mentioned here previously, and who insists that he isn’t “a threat if I use the bathroom,” and who tells us, emphatically, “I know I’m not a threat to anyone.”

Except, of course, to ten-year-old girls in supermarket toilets.

Update 2:

In the comments, EmC quotes Mr Harris Voter saying, “The reason I don’t care is because I don’t know that these situations are happening.”

She then adds,

It’s That Thing That Never Happens again.

Absolutely. To claim not to know about these things – to not know about any of them – as if the very idea were inconceivable and not an obvious and inevitable consequence – is quite an achievement. Of a sort. Though according to Mr Harris Voter, if any discomfort or conflict of interests should ever materialise – in theory, hypothetically – it will somehow be the fault of women. For not being sufficiently open-minded and progressive.

Liz quips,

I’m not surprised he didn’t want to show his face.

Well, indeed. This is someone who implies, quite strongly and more than once, that mothers who don’t want their six-year-old daughters exposed to the genitalia of cross-dressing men are somehow being uptight and selfish, and are therefore of limited importance. Compared to cross-dressing men who wish to impose themselves, intimately, on women and girls who may object. And often precisely because women and girls may object.

The mothers, we’re told, are “free to leave” their own toilets and changing rooms. Because their expectations of privacy and safety, and the safety of their children, are merely things that the mothers “choose to care about.” By insinuation, needlessly.

And how very dare they.

And so, Mr Harris Voter, our champion of human progress, is someone who would have us believe that the psychological gratification of the male interloper, his triumphant intrusion, is of at least equal importance to the rights of women not to be watched as they undress by some weird and creepy man who enjoys violating normal boundaries.

Again, it’s quite the mental dance. Yet so very much in fashion.

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