Parenting Done Badly

My friend the Bartman opines... and I agree.

"I see the other side are spreading a meme with words from Anthony Huber’s parents condemning the verdict. They say that the verdict allows armed men to travel to places to incite violence and kill people. 

This would be somewhat more convincing if Anthony Huber hadn’t been the one who travelled to a place to start violence. If Anthony Huber hadn’t been the one who started violence. The fact that his violence was met by a better armed person was the direct consequence of the months of violence Anthony Huber supported and probably participated in prior to the night he died. 

Ordinarily I’d say there can be nothing worse than losing a child. 

In this case I’d say that those describing this verdict as sickening, are themselves sickening. Including Anthony Huber’s parents. 

He died because you didn’t do your fucking job as parents. Because you didn’t teach him right from wrong. Because you failed. Because you raised an entitled Antifa shitbag who thought that he could rob, steal, burn, beat people up as a form of play akin to LARPing or a paintball session. And he did this with friends who included a multiple child rapist. 

You raised a fucking communist and the world was improved by his death. That’s on you, shitty parents, not Kyle. Kyle just refused to let your son beat and kick him to death. How many people had your son hurt before this? How many people would have been better off if you were stricter, or firmer, or more decent yourselves when your son first showed signs of becoming a worthless man? 

My son and my daughter are everything. If either of them grow up to be an Anthony Huber, I’ll know I did a shit job and I won’t blame the guy who defended himself when they were trying to kill him. I’d blame myself. 

But that’s something leftists never do. They can’t teach responsibility and decency because they never take responsibility themselves. They live in a world without consequence, a world of inverted morality, a world where simple and basic truths like rioting is bad and defending yourself from violent criminals is understandable just don’t apply. It’s always somebody else’s fault. It’s always systemic, or waycist, or fucking colonialism, or some absurd justification. It’s never them making the worst moral choices you can and then running up against a brick wall called Reality. 

Fuck Anthony Huber, and fuck his parents too. It’s on you. You have more responsibility for that night than Kyle has. The guilt is your sons, and yours, and every equally shitty deluded person who was on the side of a child rapist and on the side of burning down neighbourhoods."

You've Changed

"You've changed."

Well, fuck me! Of course I have. It's called evolution. It's called growing up. It's called learning and adapting from lived experiences. So hell yes, I've changed.

You're never the same person you were yesterday, why should you be? HOW could you be?

You get burned and lauded, browbeaten and egged on, encouraged and disenheartend, cursed and blessed, praised and vilified in the space of a single day, on a regular basis. And you think that doesn't rewire the circuits of anyone's mind?

Yes. I have changed. I'll keep changing. And you, dear reader of this post midnight post, are in all probability, one of the reasons why.

Chew on that.

Emma Raducanu

Anyone that brings up Emma Raducanu's ethnicity in any discussion is a complete tool.

She grew up in Bromley. You can't get more British than that! 

Bromley loves her. As does now the rest of the nation. Somewhere in Bromley, there ought to be a post box painted red, white and blue. With glitter. In perpetuity.

You're dredging your bigoted phlegm and you know it. I despise the lot of you.

Any well-integrated immigrant is a Briton through and through. She is far more British than she is Romanian, Chinese or Canadian.

Please, enjoy the win for a fantastically talented girl, whose face was a picture of joy when 'Sweet Caroline' filled the air. Just stop embarrassing her and her family. Just stop. 

Get yourself a drink and calm the fuck down.

INTEGRATED. Read that word again. Look it up. It does not mean assimilated, or converted, or compromised. Or a coconut.

Morons. Fucking race-baiting morons everywhere. I've had enough of you.

A Few Masked Men

Senator Paul: 

"I want the truth!"

Dr. Fauci:

"You can't handle the truth!

Son, we live in a world that has viruses, and those viruses have to be guarded by people with PhDs. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Senator Graham? I have a greater responsibility than you can *possibly* fathom.

You weep for the 4 million dead and you curse the NIH. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know -- that their deaths, while tragic, probably saved grants; and my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves grants.

You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me in Wuhan -- you *need* me in Wuhan.

We use words like "research," "funding," "gain-of-function." We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something.

You use them as a punch line.

I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who takes the experimental medicines I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide them.

I would rather you just said "thank you" and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a face mask and stand six feet away. Either way, I don't give a DAMN what you think you're entitled to!"

Paul: 

"Did you fund the gain-of-function research?"

Fauci: 

"I did the job..."

Paul: 

"Did you fund the gain-of-function research?"

Fauci: 

"YOU'RE GOD DAMNED RIGHT I DID!"

A Jab At The Hijab

Hijab, Niqab, same thing, same thing, innit? Well no, but I know what people mean. I've just come out of a debate calling for a ban on it. Suspend the splitting of hairs for now, and know that each time I say Hijab or Burqa, I mean Niqab. They're not the same thing, but in many ways they are. What follows below is what I said:

I don't think we should ban any kind of clothing or means of self-expression - that's not who we are. This is not the Jedi way. I wear a turban, and I've never faced any problems of discrimination, or singling out, ever. I've waltzed through half a dozen of international airports with and without my turban, even though the picture on my passport is of me WITH turban, as is with most Sikhs. Any comparisons with helmets and balaclavas when you fill up with petrol or go into Barclays is tenuous and far-fetched. They're not the same thing.

Having said that, my problem with the burqa or the full-face veil has nothing to do with tolerance - it's to do with the tolerance of intolerance. It is true that the burqa or hijab is NOT mandated in Islam, and that it is a cultural overhang - a male-centric tribal fetish, if you will. My own faith is riddled with similar idiots.

Our fight ('our Jihad'?) mustn't be with the women who wear it willingly, they have every right to do so. Our fight ('our Crusade'?) mustn't be with the women who HAVE to wear it because of the men that mandate it, enforce it, and demand of women to comply with their misogynistic, patriarchal attitudes. The former are champions of self-expression, while the latter are victims. They need our help, your revulsion of them isn't helping them, or you. Or common decency.

Banning something doesn't work - all it does is push the problem underground - below the radar of free and public discourse and scrutiny - like insanely high taxes push businesses into the grey market. It never really goes away, and it obligates otherwise moderate people into falling in with the aforementioned tribal constructs - reinforcing the 'us and them' narrative, that fundamentalists thrive on and incubate head-lopping slave trading pimps in.

So what IS the proper response then? How do we help our fellow citizens break free from the shackles that bind them? How can we set people free? Women's rights are enshrined in British Law. So is tolerance. Where the law fails, is it's inability to break through impenetrable social barriers which oddly enough, draw strength from very same laws. This puts us, and the unfortunate women forced into purdah-compliance in a pickle.

Here are three suggestions:

1. Make coercion illegal: Treat it on par with child abuse and spousal abuse. Any complaint must be dealt with swiftly and as publicly as possible. This could result in shaming a lot of people - the irony being, shame is what they're trying to hide behind. Good. Ensure and guarantee that those who speak out are protected. Don't do a Rotherham on them. Lobby your political masters. Labour won't do it for fear of losing votes, the LibDems will, and the Conservatives already have.

2. Education: Stop it with the indoctrination of young minds with tolerance of intolerance. Education in the UK is no longer a place where minds and norms are challenged - instead we're raising clones. No, stop telling them "What", try telling them "Why", and get them to ask "Why not?" I have very little respect for the 'blob'. Gove failed to neutralize it, Morgan isn't going to have much more luck than he did. I have very little hope. The blob has to die for our children to be more than Stormtroopers. Perhaps you can help in your local school as a parent governor? Do it.

3. Hug A Hijabi: Well actually, don't. I don't mean it literally. But many of them need our help. We must (a) understand the social constrictions and fear they live under (b) be kind in light of that knowledge and NOT target them, they're victims and they're hurting (c) campaign to ensure they KNOW that the full force of the law is on their side, not on the side of their parents or brothers or husbands who would subjugate them, and (d) invite your childrens' friends over, let them see the other side.

I'll come clean and state that I have no friends that wear the full face veil, but then I've never interacted with one... I avert my gaze when I see a pair of eyes looking at me - after all, that is the point of the garb anyway, isn't it? I do have many very close friends and dozens of acquaintances that somewhat adhere to some form of facial and head coverings, and they're lovely people. No malice, no hatred, just the calm serenity you would find in a nun - and the real world pragmatism you would find in an Indian accountant.

30 People To Cry Over My Corpse

I think wokery has just peaked.

I could be wrong though, but they just keep surpassing themselves with each passing day.

Even if I'm restricted to 300, nay 3,000, let alone 30 people attending the lamentation (or celebration) of my passing, I suspect each and every one of them will be of the same funny tinge as me; you know that sexy brown, perma-tanned look, yeah, that one. Some of us brown folk are hot. I so totally am.

And when I do croak it, it's not like I'll be giving a shit at that point anyway. Toss my corpse into a skip for all I care. I'll just be glad to be rid of most of you.

I mean, Prince Philip has significantly more immediate family members than the magical number of 30 that would NEED to be at his funeral - even the most defunct families do, and yet, here we are: asking about including some to the exclusion of significant others, just so we can tick a wokey box.

And you thought Charlie Hebdo was 'edgy'.

Locked Down At Home, and Homesick

Growing up in a boarding school, and then ending up leaving the land of my birth to foreign shores, I know how homesick feels. I've been homesick for 35 years.

Over the past year, I've discovered a new kind of homesick; you can get homesick for people too. I miss people I've never even liked!

I've survived the worst days of my life - and there have been many; I'm sure I'll get through this too.

Or so I keep kidding myself.

#Melancholic