Posted On: Thursday - April 11th 2019 6:01PM MST
In Topics: Genderbenders Music Orwellian Stupidity Poetic Stupidity
Freedom of speech is treading a thin line here in America at this late stage, but in Great Britain, you can stick a fork in it. It's done! Big Brother's Ministry of Truth has already become more Orwellian in formerly-Great, formerly-Britain than, and laughable, compared even to Orwell's "Oceana" of 1984.
Steve Sailer posts on British Bobbies Crack Down on Limerick Hate:
Citing 30 potentially offensive tweets, the PC singled out a limerick Mr Miller had retweeted which questioned whether transgender women are biological women. It included the lines: “Your breasts are made of silicone, your vagina goes nowhere.”There is more information in the UK Telegraph, the Irish Post, and lastly, in the 1st one I've found that actually has Mr. Harry Miller's "hate-incident" causing poem itself for us to even SEE what the "hate" is, is in Life Site News. Additionally, after all this, it turns out that Mr. Miller's poem is NOT a limerick. How did the article writers miss that?! That, however, does not stop the commenters under Sailer's post from retorting Limerickally - best so far, IMO, by one "Scott in PA, goes:
A docker from Lincoln once tweetedNext however, is the actual poem. Peak Stupidity does not deign to critique poetry, but I really like Harry Miller's work:
Exactly what trans people needed
He scorned their fake boobs
And laughed at their pubes
Then things got predictably heated.
You're a man.[Due solely to respect for this guy's poetic licence (British version), soon to be revoked, I have left the incorrect punctuation as it stood in the article.]
Your breasts are made of silicone
Your vagina goes nowhere
And we can tell the difference
Even when you are not there
Your hormones are synthetic
And lets just cross this bridge
What you have you stupid man
Is male privilege.
You’re a man, you’re a man
We can say it, yes we can
That you’ll never be a woman
Even if that is your plan
Every cell is coded male
From your birth until the grave
You are simply a man
Neither stunning nor brave
Your penis isn’t womanly
Your wig is poorly made
Your idea of womanhood
Just doesn’t make the grade
You think we are just caricatures
Or porn tropes for your use
You pretend that you can be us
But it’s merely more abuse
Your great big hands and manly head
Are difficult to hide
A hand in front of Adam’s fruit
Proof does not provide
That you have changed your actual sex
Because your brain is pink
It’s laughable to those of us
Who can actually think.
What I've been reading about for some years now is proof, even though 35 years since The Kinks wrote this in 1984 (fancy that), that "There's no England now."
I'd heard this song only a few times, but liked the tune the first time. The lyrics of Living on a Thin Line, from the album Word of Mouth are good poetry too:
All the stories have been told
Of kings and days of old,
But there’s no England now.
All the wars that were won and lost,
Somehow don’t seem to matter very much anymore.
All the lies we were told,
All the lies of the people running round,
Their castles have burned.
I see change,
But inside we’re the same as we ever were.
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Living this way, each day is a dream.
What am I, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Now another century nearly gone,
What are we gonna leave for the young?
What we couldn’t do, what we wouldn’t do,
It’s a crime, but does it matter?
Does it matter much, does it matter much to you?
Does it ever really matter?
Yes, it really, really matters.
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Now another leader says:
“Break their hearts and break some heads”.
Is there nothing we can say or do?
Blame the future on the past,
Always lost in bloody guts.
And when they’re gone, it’s me and you.
The Kinks were the 2 brothers:
Ray Davies – lead vocals, rhythm guitar, keyboards
Dave Davies – lead guitar, backing & lead vocals (1964–1996, 2018–present)
AND
Mick Avory – drums
4 different bass guitar players over the years:
Pete Quaife, John Dalton, Andy Pyle, and Jim Rodford
The world is headed in the wrong direction so quickly ...
They'll be no posting through the weekend. Good evening, readers.
Comments:
Moderator
Saturday - April 13th 2019 6:59PM MST
PS: It's a tough call between us and Europe as far as immigration disasters - we've got the large numbers (even relative), but we're not getting the large Moslem contingent ... as of yet. The Hispanics are people you can live with, but that still doesn't mean the country won't be changed into a different one.
BernCar
Friday - April 12th 2019 2:36PM MST
PS: I'm beginning to feel about Britain and Ireland (the old homeplaces) the same way Keith Richburg feels about Africa--I'm glad my ancestors left. Thought control, knife control, Brexit avoidance, native population displacement--what a cock-up! Of course, honesty compels me to admit that the good ol' USA is much worse off when it comes to immigration so no bragging rights there.