So World War T is raging on, and what seemed like a mere blitzkrieg where the anointed elite just sent the a panzer rampage to force everyone to make a transsexual friend or be fired from their jobs immediately; it seems that the blitzkrieg preparations have stumbled ostensibly because of internal wreckers, which of course calls for massive purges.
Steve Sailer gave this iconic quite:
The members of the board of the New York Abortion Access Fund, an all-volunteer group that helps to pay for abortions for those who can’t afford them, are mostly young women; Alison Turkos, the group’s co-chair, is twenty-six. In May, they voted unanimously to stop using the word “women” when talking about people who get pregnant, so as not to exclude trans men.
You can’t make this stuff up. You certainly shouldn’t make this stuff up. What a sick mind would make up something like this? Anyway I wondered what sort of person was this Ms. Turkos, and Google provided.
I’m starting to think that the reason that Christianity and pretty much all religions don’t allow for women priests is for our own good. Men can be brutal, but women can be nasty, evil things. Theocracy was bad enough as it was historically; but letting women into the inquisitorial system would leed to too much cruelty for even the official torturers to handle. It’s a commonly known fact that communist parties and leftist terrorist groups have much more female members than most other male dominated groups. Names like Jiang Qing or Rosa Luxemburg come to mind. Hell, there are stories everywhere of female shamans and witches and what not. We also know that the ancients were more violent and up to a third of all bones found had died of violent deaths. Join the dots and it seems plausible that the patriarchy brought piece and calm to humanity.
So related to World War T, what goes through the mind of a man who transforms himself into a woman? Does he become nice and nurturing? Or an evil bitch? I make a short study with n=1. But it’s a very big n.
I’m usually a serene, mildly mannered, quite cynical man, and there is little that can shock me or disturb me. But sometimes you see such big and naked examples of evil that you can’t help feeling some cold sweat, the disturbing feeling of helplessness when one sees evil and knows one can’t do anything about it. I felt like that when I read Tyler Cowen subtly poison the well of David Brat’s house and exhorted him to refer to Donald McCloskey as a woman. Damn, that was the smoothest leftist signaling I’ve ever seen. And it felt deeply unsettling. Steve Sailer wrote recently about how World War T is just about elite posturing, where does who can make a transsexual friend faster than the others win; if that’s true Cowen won decades ago. In fact one gets the impression that Cowen kinda engineered World War T in order to be able to harness his old relationship with McCloskey.
In fact I gotta admit I didn’t know about McCloskey until Adam Gurri, from Umlaut, and also a Cowen minion (when you think about it Tyler Cowen has built or enabled a pretty impressive internet media apparatus) mentioned it as his intellectual mentor. I checked the title of the book in Amazon and didn’t give it much further thought, until Sailer started writing about McCloskey the Harvard Rugby player and his crusade against honest research on autogynephilia. So I looked on youtube, and damn this is the most scary shit I’ve seen in years.
What’s the deal with that voice? Isn’t this the voice of evil? Listen to that ghostly aftersound that comes out after every utterance. If Cthulhu has a voice, this must be the closest thing to it. I thought it was a sound artifact of the video compression, but the BBC anchor has a normal voice, and all other videos of McCloskey have the same demon-ish voice.
I guess the rationalist thing to do would be to hate the sin, not the sinner, 對事不對人 as the Chinese say, deal with people’s ideas without regard to their personalities. That’s just an ad hominem fallacy. Well I’m sorry but I can’t read a piece written by McCloskey ever again without playing that ghastly voice in my mind, and it creeps me out to no end. All I can think of is Cthulhu swimming left, forcing us all to swim with him or be drowned by the huge right-moving waves that the leftwards move produces.