Teaching Critical Race Theory at all, never mind as the backbone of pedagogy, is a form of dumbification. If you make white kids dumb, then kids of color might be able to compete and win. Tell me that’s not the goal. In South Africa, bantu education as of 1953, was offered to South African blacks, courtesy of South African whites. Readin’, writin’ and figurin’ was just about covered it, along with submission to God and Christ (and the Man). It was deliberately engineered in order to manage a vast often warring population of Xhosa and Zulu, and train them for the only jobs they were thought suited for, service and mining.
Yeah that worked out well for white South Africans, didn’t it? Now, it is damn right dangerous to be a white farmer out in the boonies – if you’re not well armed, actually even if you are, every breath you take could be your last.
In Quebec, in the demented Dominion, the Catholic Church performed the same “service” for French kids in the province. In the 1600’s the Prefect, Jean Talon, envisaged a lovely agricultural theocracy with peasantry who split their time between longing for Christ and working in the fields. Plus no birth control! The Catholic Church thought this absolutely splendid and signed on. This of course, was not challenged by the Anglo rulers of the province, it suited them to have subservient workers, and the fact that 12 children for each woman meant vast urban slums, made for an extremely docile and cheap labor force.
Quebec isn’t precisely unliveable for Anglos now, but they are in the minority, subject to endless small slights, cruelties and asset stripping whenever possible. Quebecois are still furious, and have created a lively culture with the most astonishing debt, that of course, Anglo Canada not only subsidizes so they don’t go under, but are liable for, as long as this reality lasts.
The wokerati should take notice.
Why does Mike LIndell, pillow guy, saying “9-0 at the Supreme Court”? Because it will be 9-0. This first chart is a list of 20 (of the many thousands) of attacks launched from China, principally, during the November 3rd election. The chart lists the IPs of the attackers, their source and their addresses including latitude, longitude, province, city and country.
This second chart shows the network from which the attack originated and IP address of the target, including the latitude, longitude, state and county, of the entry point. You will see a list of American counties as entry points.
Chart Three shows the network receiving the hack, its code, the success of the hack, and the result of the hack, which is Trump down, a modest several thousand votes in each of the counties listed. Notice that the Network Registrations are in the “a'”. These charts only describe 20 of the thousands of attacks.
The final chart shows the number of votes transferred from Trump to Biden. The CCP transferred millions of votes from Trump to Biden.
These are the lovely people responsible for the destruction of the world, the decanting of a billion people out of the middle class, the suicides, the business losses, the untreated cancer patients, the utter misery, NONE OF WHICH WAS NECESSARY.
Meanwhile, this is how much they pay in tax. The four below are merely illustrative of our plutocratic plunderers, all of whom belong at the new Nuremberg Trials. Check it out. https://corona-ausschuss.de/en/
It was inevitable that cool cities would collapse. Richard Florida’s creative class was always young, penniless and non-family-forming, so the piles and stacks of taxpayer money puffing and fluffing inevitably attracted the international criminal class and inevitably debouched the middle class. Leaving the desperate to loot and kill.
Schools are losing pupils as fast as they adopt Marxism as a guiding principle. Home schooling is up 125% in many states. Colleges have lost as much as 20% of their students, as parents become aware of just what is being taught in the humanities and find themselves unwilling to pay for it.
In literature, which has been annexed by pissed off people-of-colour, Marxist haters, and ever more narrow slivers of the sexual identity rainbow, little has universality, verisimilitude, or frankly interest to normies which are the target market. Last summer during the 275 Black Lives Matter riots, sales of black-written books soared 950%, but once the one billion dollars in damages are absorbed, the cities rebuilt, will anyone return for an encore? The great lizard Dowager of the rich and disgusting, Conde Nast has turned entirely woke and now loses $100 million year on year. In Canada, the full-on hate and payback at the CBC eats up half of the news media and loses $1.5 billion a year. Only 5% of Canadians watch it. TV adverts show endless scenes of happy black families but Canada is 3.5% black and the US only 12%. Result? Mockery of the product.
Culture, high and low has taken centre stage since the 60’s and it could not be fading faster. Pop music has descended into porn, art is made for the globalist crime families, theatre is agit prop, prestige movies are flat-out propaganda, funded by the CCP. When the Met Ball becomes a venue for class and white hatred, will anyone watch the fucking thing?
The middle class has taken its ball and gone home. Back to the counties and small towns they fought to get out of fifty years ago. Young family formation is exploding in the exurbs. Forty-seven percent of city dwellers 25-35 would move to the country if they could and 39% are planning to. Country house prices rose 35% in my region last year. In Britain, the counties growing faster are in the northern reaches of England, as far from The Big Smoke as possible. Bad weather, you see, repels slime. Try to buy tomato cages or anything remotely related to growing food and your wait is at least a month. Country people, and the culture that supports them are massively disinterested in elite concerns of race war, socialism and the body blows of politics. Prepping isn’t fringe anymore, given the absurdity in the culture, it is sensible. And inch by inch, people are returning to the Great Commission, the culture and beliefs of the early founders, the fixed principle that gifts profound self-respect if you sacrifice your energy and time to the well-being of your community. School boards are facing down well-educated early retirees who, aware of what’s being taught are contemplating pillories, tar and feathers. When they figure out the fiscal catastrophe looming for every county and town and region, they will want flamethrowers.
And inch by inch, people are returning to the Great Commission, the culture and beliefs of the early founders, the fixed principle that gifts profound self-respect if you sacrifice your energy and time to the well-being of your community. School boards are facing down well-educated early retirees who, aware of what’s being taught are contemplating pillories, tar and feathers. When they figure out the fiscal catastrophe looming for every county and town and region, they will want flamethrowers.
The American middle class is the world’s great wonder. It is also the world’s great target, the focus of every malignant foreign leader, multinational cabal or crime syndicate. International Communism rests on the assumption that only with the wealth of the United States, can it become dominant.
Last year meant that the massive, secretive, genocidal syndicate, responsible for the slaughter of a hundred million, has lost Fortress America.
Humans do everything badly. The ideas start out well – full integration of Black people into the culture – which almost immediately end with knife fights and a race war in the streets. On television these days, which I only watch walking by the tv room, almost all the people in ads are black and most of the couples are mixed-race. Same with the current throwaway entertainment on the subscription networks. In Canada, 3.5% of us are black, but that’s ok, advertising is following the virtuous path, it is far past time that everyone participate in the joys of a prosperous and safe family life.Our lizard selves need to see it. It’s what that sentimental nighttime soap – This is Us – is all about. This is Us is our intangible dream.
So yesterday I found myself on Glennon Doyle’s site watching her speak to an audience of educated, middle-aged, well heeled, (and above all secure) mostly white women at UC Berkeley, about how it’s so great they are finally waking up to the fact that the lives of black women are harder. There was the usual Trump hate, but one is used to that from the tolerant and inclusive who are tolerant and inclusive of everyone but half the county, who are evil, racist and racist evil. But mostly Doyle tells them they, the prosperous, are guilty, they must feel the pain of their guilt and can only find redemption through ally-ship of the Black community. As an example, media stars on Instagram have been assiduously promoting the work of Black women artists and crafts women.
What took them so long? Let’s think. Boomers were entirely occupied by their generation’s most pressing issues, family foundation, jobs, paying for university educations, children. Those not on that path careened off the rails into self-indulgence wrapped in spiritual seeking and/or the arts. Women in that generation poured into the work force, which triggered spectacular social change. Now these women are retired, and vigorous and ready to make the world a better place.
This is how democratic capitalism works. As prosperity increases, more marginal groups are brought into the circle of light. And as women did, as they joined in, they created more prosperity. However, it was hard, filled with conflict and hard. Gay people came next, and their talents and sensibilities have enhanced our lives considerably. And now people of color are making a play. You can mock middle class family life all you want, but for 4 billion people, it is their central dream.
Prior to the 60’s, in the Anglosphere, intensive charitable work was expected, no, demanded from everyone with any pretence to adulthood. The quickest route to a job or promotion was through proving yourself in the community by building something that truly helped. That truth is not represented in any literature now being read, but it was and is the ineluctable fact of, the key to the well-lived life. Glennon Doyles’ audience and its clear need to help, makes me think that is coming back.
Last night I am watching American Idol with Jamie who is irritated because I am giggling like a five year old at Instagram Reels or TikTok while he is trying to have a lovely sentimental moment. What stops me is this ginormous black kid with the voice of an angel who starts Stand Up!, the Oscar winning song from Harriet, the biopic of Harriet Tubman, undisputed heroine of the Underground Railroad. I tried to watch the movie but the first scenes were of vicious white people being extra vicious and Lord knows I am tired of those scenes. How many have I seen? How many have been written or filmed? Ten thousand? A hundred thousand? A million?
Together we are going to a brand new home
Far across the river
I hear freedom calling?
Calling me to answer
Gonna keep on keepin’ on
I can feel it in my bones
I go to prepare a place for you
“That “place” he was singing about?” I say to Jamie. “That was Canada, and specifically the land that my four times great grandfather, Oliver Phelps donated to the fugitives for their village”. Oliver and his 17 children and his cousins formed a line of shelter from the Connecticut Valley where they’d settled in 1650 through upper New York State where in 1823, Oliver started to build the fourteen locks at Lockport on the Erie Canal. He then moved to Canada to dig the Welland Canal, which opened the West to desperate hordes seeking freedom and a new life or really, just enough to eat. William Hamilton Merritt, the great projector of the Canadian future, the god/king of the region at the time, was also an Officer on the Underground Railroad. The canal tunnels were used to hide the fugitives and smuggle them across the border. Oliver’s housekeeper, a black woman, was their liaison with Harriet.
While we were at it, Oliver built schools in the Niagara and would get up in the morning to drive round the farms in a buckboard picking up little girls to go to school, paying their parents for the loss of field labor. TWO HUNDRED YEARS AGO.
I do not begrudge American blacks their heroine and their interpretation of their story, which is tragic, which is profoundly moving, which has created some of the greatest art of our age. I do begrudge their demagoguing it into a race war. 500,000 people died to free them. Not all white people are evil sons-of-bitches. We would do well to remember that.
For the past year I’ve engaged in a process of withdrawal from violent or frightening-in-any-way-television. I haven’t been to the movies for years. The last I remember were the televised National Theatre productions beamed out to us provincials in the netherlands where non-progs and pencil-necked turkey farmers live. Last one was Kenneth Branagh playing Macbeth in a set that looked like a barn. It was not fun. And the tragedy was buried under so many dismal and depressing “production values” that it felt like I’d spent 150 minutes dodging a malignant giant with massive hands who was, luckily for me, blind.
I’m sick of being harvested like corn or farmed like chicken, and I bet you are too.
Having wrenched my mind away from “premium” tv, I wonder at the programming inflicted on us and what it means to serve. I know that the producers and executives at these outfits just want eyeballs, preferably with data they can sell, but what is the over-arching effect of this crap? Whatever it is, it’s not good.
I also know in some detail the craft of story-building, which is to say it is now such a formula that everything is predictable in the extreme. Whenever the writers don’t know what to write next, they insert a bit of clever violence or horror, no matter how preposterous. That spikes adrenalin in the viewer and keeps them watching. It is meta-formulaic. The darker the story, the more filmmakers feel “significant”, which is today, the highest good.
None of it has verisimilitude, which is the apex thing that we crave when we watch or read anything. Explain our world to us we say, decode it, give us something to rely on, a new understanding.
The first moment of manipulated suspense and foreshadowing, I turn it off. It started out ‘I won’t watch anything’ and now is ‘I can’t watch anything.”
So when I’m so tired I can’t even read a book, I watch TikTok. I love it, it’s filled with ordinary people being playful. I suspect that represents the real world, people blowing off steam by being silly. What the media projects is just massive egos clashing around trying to be significant by shocking the punters. Same goes for the news – yesterday the technical director of CNN boasted that they use the network to sell bullshit and fear. Next fear? Global warming. Not that Fox is any better, being full-on hysteria over you name it.
I fear we are creating, with our viewing, a violent, horror-filled dystopia. If you spend two hours watching an episode of Yellowstone or Tucker Carlson or any of the other carnival barkers, you are envisioning your future. This is basic metaphysics, what you focus on, you increase.
I’m sick of being harvested like corn or farmed like a chicken. I suspect you are too. A pox on all their houses.
This makes sense from the Endocrine Society
Gender [sic] is often misused as a synonym for sex—for example, when filling out forms for various activities, we are routinely asked to check a box labeled “gender,” but the only available options are boxes labeled “M” and “F.” But sex is not the same thing as gender and using these terms as equivalents obfuscates differences that are real and important in society in general and biomedical research in particular.Endocrine Society
I spent my 20’s in the theatre (and nightclubs) and it was clear that gender ran along a continuum of expressions. And very interesting it was, too. It is also clear that men born flooded with testosterone will out-play any female in any sport. Divide gender from sex, and you solve that problem. Not of course the problem of cultural hysteria from both left and right. Honestly those people just have to shut the fuck up. They are on my last nerve.
As a sometime royal reporter – working for Time Inc. in London – I have processed through the dislike and envy felt by every normal human faced with the Windsor’s unimaginable wealth and power, through to a grudging acceptance of just how bloody hard the family works, how much good they do, and how important they are to the world. This is the attitude of a woman, which is to say me, dragged into maturity at the last moment possible, and forced to recognize that adulting comes along with the dullest of duties and that weirdly, performing them, brings happiness.
The most accurate assessment of Meghan Markle’s sojourn with the Royal Family and her break-out response comes from Rose Adkins Hulse, a successful black woman from Santa Monica who married the grandson of a baronet and whose 2017 wedding was lavishly featured in Tatler, Britain’s society rag.
As Lyndon Johnson pointed out, the way to loot poor whites is to make them hate blacks.
Dividing people is pretty easy, if you want to go low. You just repeat the lie often enough and before you know it, anyone not-you is anathema. This has been repeated so many times in human history, it is always surprising when we reach a time in history where we DON’T hate each other. Right now, we have an engineered class and race war burbling under the surface, its spiky hates rising up to stab and scrape, then submerge in the stew of demonic nastiness. Hate gets all the press. Hate-filled politicians win if they can identify and exclude the class they need to loot and ruin. The more people they can get to hate, the more power they have.