…who apparently have no qualms about exposing their shortcomings to kids in an effort to, uh, “protect women and girls”:
Thankfully, this “radical feminist”* weirdo’s “stand”* was all for naught. The trans equality bill she was trying to stop, officially called the Gender Recognition Reform Bill, passed in Scotland’s parliament five days ago, and barring the Royal Assent, it’s as good as law.
And if Westminster tries to pull any FART Island shenanigans, it could pave the way for Scotland’s exit from the United Kingdom, which has been bruited about for centuries already (and much more loudly since Brexit, which Scotland largely opposed).
BTW, if you think this is just a one-off for J.K.’s “feminist”* friends, you couldn’t be more wrong. They’re ALL fucking bonkers. Shaun, a British YouTuber who’s been following the situation a lot more closely than anyone should have to, has the whole story:
With “friends”* like these, feminism doesn’t need any enemies.
Midge Ure, Paul Young, and Tony Hadley talk with the Professor of Rock about how Band Aid came together and made the charity song of the century. (I don’t care about any of the remakes, I only love the original.)
The Ethiopian famine of the mid-1980s was a wake-up call for so many young people in the 1980s. Including my teenage self, who knew hardly anything about Ethiopia then, and about how it came to be stricken in the way it was. The country’s history of famines wasn’t exactly something we were taught in school; we had to learn it by watching the news.
And, sometimes, listening to the radio. And seeing videos of all our favorite pop stars coming together to sing about it like the world’s coolest choir, too.
BTW, the Canadian answer to this was also damn cool.
Transgender YouTuber Keffals exposes the slippery, skeevy horrors currently plaguing trans people who have the misfortune to be living and struggling in the UK, particularly post-Brexit:
Of course, “Gender Exploratory Therapy” is nothing of the sort. It’s the old anti-gay “conversion therapy” in a new guise, which ultimately converts no one and is not therapeutic in the least. Gender isn’t “explored”, its proper expression in an individual is merely suppressed, in a run-down-the-clock manner, until a trans teenager is effectively discouraged from medically transitioning before reaching full adulthood (and going through wrong-sex puberty in the process, which, as any trans person can tell you, was the worst possible way for them to grow up).
In the meantime, their desire for a different gender expression is deemed to be the result of literally anything other than transgenderism. Usually, “trauma” is blamed. Which, as Keffals points out, is absurd because many, if not all, people suffer from psychological trauma in some way or other while growing up. And in the case of trans people, much of the trauma is the direct result of society’s refusal to accept trans people as who they say they are. As one of Keffals’ commenters puts it: “NHS: traumatizes trans people. Also NHS: see you’re not trans! You’re a victim of trauma!”
Speaking of trauma in the UK, it’s not just the NHS inflicting it on trans people. Ordinary people in everyday settings are doing it all the time. Take, for instance, this one woman, whose name is, appropriately enough, Karen:
A woman who grabbed a transgender man’s genitals after demanding to know what sex he was has been convicted of sexual assault.
Karen Waldron, 53, touched the man in a bar in Cheltenham in February while he was on the dancefloor with a friend.
She denied wrongdoing, claiming she was just looking out for a friend who had “taken a shine” to the man.
But Waldron, of Matson Avenue, Gloucester, was found guilty by magistrates in Cirencester.
The defendant was ordered to pay her victim, aged in his 20s, £300 in compensation.
She had approached him in Yates bar and asked him “are you male or female?”, Cirencester Magistrates’ Court heard.
Prosecutor Graham Dono said that when the victim explained he was a male “Waldron responded by saying ‘Are you sure?’, to which the male replied ‘It’s none of your business’.
“Waldron then placed her hand between his legs, grabbed his genitals and squeezed, no doubt to try to establish that he was a male.
“He responded by asking the woman what was she doing and told her that it was not appropriate.”
Waldron replied “I don’t care”, the court was told.
Nice, eh? This literal Karen sexually assaulted a trans man in public, and didn’t care that what she did was grossly inappropriate. She excused it as “looking out for a friend” who had taken a liking to the guy. Why that friend couldn’t just “look out” for herself, I don’t know. Apparently British women are such fragile flowers of femininity that the mere presence of a trans man could wilt them if their friends don’t get a grope in and just make his whole night miserable. I’d say a public pants check certainly qualifies as traumatizing, wouldn’t you?
JK Rowling has launched a new women-only support service for victims of sexual violence.
The author says Beira’s Place will provide free support and advocacy for women in Edinburgh who have experienced abuse at any time in their lives.
She said the service would meet an “unmet need” in response to demands from female survivors of abuse.
Ms Rowling said it was important that survivors had the option of women-centred and women-delivered care.
Sounds innocent enough, until you realize that their definition of “women” doesn’t include trans women. And worse still, UK law allows this kind of discrimination, in a characteristically squishy, weaselly way:
Under the U.K.’s Equality Act 2010, transgender people are protected from discrimination. However, services may exclude trans people from single-sex spaces if this exclusion is a “proportionate means of achieving a legitimate aim.”
“Beira’s Place is a women-only service,” the facility said. “Section 212 of the Equality Act 2010 defines a woman as a ‘female of any age’ and Beira’s Place services are for women aged 16 and over. The service is offered in accordance with the Equality Act 2010, which permits the provision of single sex services and a single sex staffing policy in various situations where there’s a good reason for them.”
“Many women subjected to men’s violence feel safer and fare better in women-only spaces, and wish to have support sessions with females only, and we exist to meet that need. We believe that women deserve to have certainty that, in using our services, they will not encounter anyone who is male,” Beira’s Place continued. “Where appropriate, we will refer we will refer men or individuals identifying as trans women to other appropriate services in the area, of which there are several.”
“Individuals identifying as trans women” is an expression often used to cast doubt on trans women’s identities.
Of course, they don’t say exactly how they plan to determine if someone is “biologically female enough” to be worthy of care at this centre. Will rape victims be re-traumatized with a demeaning pants check of their own? Or will they just face a lengthy interrogation on their gender, which is traumatic enough in its own right?
It seems that it will be only a matter of time before someone’s civil rights will be violated — or rather, violated in some whole new idiotic way. But don’t look for any apologies or responsibility taken for THAT.
Not only are his “trading cards” (that can’t actually be traded, and aren’t worth 99 cents, much less $99 US) photoshopped, the images Donnie’s head got dropped onto are either blatantly stolen ad photos, or stock photos that obviously weren’t paid for. And you know what that means, don’t you? Yup, more lawsuits coming Donnie’s way. And more lawyers that won’t get paid, either, since Donnie thinks that everything should be his for free, including his idiot fans’ money.
But hey! At least the old crook gets to fake having a fitter bod, a better tan, and bigger hands for a little while.
Hey! Did you hear that Donnie Drumpf had some big announcement or other that he was going to make? Well, he’s finally made it, and…it’s a wet fart. Ben Meiselas has the breakdown (and the laughably sad photos, too):
I can’t help being reminded of how grifty this guy’s presiduncy was from the get-go, when the White House homepage itself was covered with ads for shitty Donnie merch (and Melania™ wristwatches, too).
And here’s David Doel with some further details of just how ridiculous it is, in case the above wasn’t funny enough already:
You just know it’s pitiful when even the Newsmax sycophants can’t manage even to fake the tiniest bit of enthusiasm for it. Usually they’re all over everything he does like flies on a pile of dog turds. This latest grift, though, just doesn’t seem to be dazzling them.
During the summer of 2021, Canadian researchers examined the encrypted government-held records of more than 11 million adults, 16% of whom hadn’t received the COVID vaccine.
They found that the unvaccinated people were 72% more likely to be involved in a severe traffic crash—in which at least one person was transported to the hospital—than those who were vaccinated. That’s similar to the increased risk of car crashes for people with sleep apnea, though only about half that of people who abuse alcohol, researchers found.
The excess risk of car crash posed by unvaccinated drivers “exceeds the safety gains from modern automobile engineering advances and also imposes risks on other road users,” the authors wrote.
Of course, skipping a COVID vaccine does not mean that someone will get into a car crash. Instead, the authors theorize that people who resist public health recommendations might also “neglect basic road safety guidelines.”
Why would they ignore the rules of the road? Distrust of the government, a belief in freedom, misconceptions of daily risks, “faith in natural protection,” “antipathy toward regulation,” poverty, misinformation, a lack of resources, and personal beliefs are potential reasons proposed by the authors.
Welp, that probably explains why so few of the dummies in the Freedumb Convoy that ravaged Ottawa earlier this year were actual professional truckers, and working ones at that. Conversely, the truckers who were actually on the road, doing their job, getting goods to and from points A and B, were the over 90% who got their shots and followed the safety rules. It wouldn’t surprise me a bit if they were also more safety-conscious and less accident-prone, in general. There’s a certain personality type that’s reckless on the road, and that carries over into other facets of life as well.
The only sad thing is that those people somehow manage to get their driving licences in the first place.
Emma Vigeland and Co. on the Majority Report dissect what went down at Dave Chappelle’s “comedy” show the other night. (Note the quotes — as usual, there for a reason.) Sounds like a good time was had by almost none until he dragged a certain billionaire onto the stage in a lame effort to look cool, and got both of them dragged in return by the crowd. Now THAT was funny!
What’s not so funny, of course, is how many people paid good money for bad seats just to see…this fucking shit. And to get a dull sermon on being nice to billionaires, from someone who you’d think didn’t need to lick boots for cash anymore. If those people had wanted to attend a megachurch to get preached at and fleeced, they’d have paid to see Joel Fucking Osteen. (Chances are, they’d get better views and audio, too.)
But hey! The real comedy is still happening out here on the internets, where people are still dunking on the both of them, but mainly you-know-who. And of course, most of them couldn’t resist pointing out the parallels to a certain episode of The Simpsons:
Yup, that’s about the size of it. And that’s about the extent to which Dave Chappelle, “I’m rich, bitch” notwithstanding, has shrunk in the eyes of the world. He’s now the guy who insists the crowd was saying “Boo-urns”. Maybe next time, don’t shit on the people who paid insane amounts of money for their nosebleed seats just to see your saggy ol’ ass making lame jokes about titty bars on Mars, Dave.
And if you work for them, and you’re not a member of the brass but just some peon in their drug-rehab program, you might be paid just 75 cents an hour…or less. In other words, sub-poverty wages. Not exactly the stuff of which productive members of society are built.
But enough about ol’ Sally. On “Giving Tuesday”, the day when everyone who’s already all tapped out from “Black Friday” and “Cyber Monday” is supposed to dig deeper into their pockets and help those even less fortunate, the heavily strapped grocery buyers of Canada were hit with an insult to their collective intelligence, courtesy of all those loyalty-points programs we bought into at the store:
An email sent by Loblaws encouraging its customers to donate their Optimum loyalty points is not going over well.
On “Giving Tuesday,” the grocery corporation, in partnership with some food bank charities, suggested customers who collect PC Optimum points donate them directly to several partnered charities.
“We’re proud of the many charitable things we do to help Canadians live life well, but we’ll leave all that for another day,” the message reads. “Instead, and for the first time ever, we’re handing over our PC Optimum platform — a direct line to millions of Canadians like you — to our partners at Food Banks Canada and Second Harvest.”
The email goes on to acknowledge the rise of inflation worldwide along with the food insecurity crisis and how it disproportionately impacts women, children and marginalized communities.
While it encourages people to donate their PC Optimum points, it also suggests donating directly or to one of the grocery chain’s food drives, which will be matched up to $100,000.
Isn’t that rich? The wealthiest chain of grocery stores in the land, which could so easily afford to donate directly to the food banks themselves and cover ALL the needs of food-insecure Canadians for decades, is asking you and me to do it instead, and for whatever we manage to cough up, they’ll merely “match” it with a pittance. So generous!
Pity the poor cashiers, whose low-paid jobs require them to ask us if we would like to donate our measly hoard of points so some poor family out there doesn’t starve. Pity, also, those who volunteered to ring the bells for the Salvation Army kettles, strategically positioned right next to the oversize yellow No Frills grocery cart where we can drop off the donated goods we just paid an inflated price for.
We may as well just chip in to buy the man his next mansion. Or will it a big-ass boat? Tomayto, tomahto, let’s buy Galen a yacht-o. After all, it’s the giving season! Won’t somebody think of the poor little rich guys?
Hey, I know. Maybe Galen should ask the Salvation Army to pay for his next big-ticket purchase. After all, they’ve got all those donations that they’re not using for anything good…
Hey! Remember when the participants at a certain right-wing convention in the US of Amnesia put up a banner reading “We Are All Domestic Terrorists”? Pepperidge Farm remembers:
Anyhow. Looks like that actually wasn’t a joke, even if it was played off as one at the time. Because REAL domestic terrorists who take their cues from displays like this have now cropped up in at least two different states, and they are getting bolder:
Shark3ozero, whose YouTube channel is definitely worth subscribing to, explores this phenomenon, and decries it.
There’s also a heartening sequel to the North Carolina terror incident, which took out the power to an entire community just in an effort to stop an adults-only drag show at a local theatre from going ahead. Namely, that the show still went on…with help from the audience, who lit up their phone screens and anything else they had on them that could produce light, so the performers weren’t left in the dark. A lovely metaphor for community solidarity.
Let’s hope there’s more of that, in whatever form it takes to beat back these fascist sacks-o-shit.
Fear doesn't travel well; just as it can warp judgment, its absence can diminish memory's truth. What terrifies one generation is likely to bring only a puzzled smile to the next.
--Arthur Miller, "Why I Wrote 'The Crucible'", The New Yorker, October 21, 1996
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