About Last Week…
Come to Who?
On Tuesday, Joe Biden yelled at a bunch of people for an hour or so and then went to chat with some of the folks he had just – in his best “get off my lawn you damn kids!” voice – harangued.
Not knowing he was on a live microphone (maybe not knowing he was even alive,) the benzedrined puff adder president said he told the prime minister of Israel, Bibi Netanyahu, that they need to have a “come to Jesus” meeting on Gaza:
A “come to Muhammad” meeting may work in this context, but if Bibi had wanted to have “come to Jesus” one assumes he would have done so long ago and converted.
True, it is a bit of a common phrase, a trope, like how the imperiled movie stars always call a Catholic priest, not a Unitarian minister (? is that right or are they called something else now, like a ‘facilitator’ or something?) when da debil be raining hard.
That being said, it’s just not an especially bright thing to say and not a bright thing to repeat publicly for millions of people to hear especially after saying to the people you thought you were talking to privately “don’t repeat this.”
Speaking of not repeating, it seems Nikki Haley has decided not to repeat her rather epic drubbing on Super Tuesday and has dropped out of the race for the Republican nomination.
Some asked why she didn’t do that sooner, but she had a pile of establishment Republican/Never Trumper money to burn so who can blame her?
In the course of her scintillating campaign (not going to be the veep, by the way,) Haley managed to look silly, get insulted, and lose – that’s about it.
Okay, she did win two primaries: DC and Vermont. Those two places are not exactly hotbeds of Republican support – remember, Bernie Sanders works in one and is from the other.
So trying to move forward from there to win the Republican nomination is like only having Kamchatka left in a game of Risk and expecting to sweep the planet clean.
Haley didn’t even outperform 1972 Democratic landslide loser George McGovern – he got DC, too, but he also got Massachusetts and that’s a bit more important than Vermont.
Speaking of important, news broke in the past week that the World Professional Association for Transgender Health (WPATH) is officially comprised of the monsters you thought it was.
This is the (rough) trade group that has been pushing forward and profiting from the massive new industry of drugging and mutilating children.
The revelations of the “WPATH Files” are simultaneously startling and utterly unsurprising.
While the litany of awful is long, one thing that stands out is the belief, it seems, of WPATHers themselves that the kids they are ruining cannot really express the necessary “informed consent” to the procedures.
In other words, the kids don’t know what they’re really getting in to but the “doctors” still plow forward with permanent surgeries and continuous drugging even though they, at some level, know the teen’s desire to switch may be a passing fad.
A number of pieces have been written on this abhorrence; instead of re-hashing them I would strongly recommend you check out these two links. The first is on the situation as it stands now and includes other links to primary sources. The second link details the tortured history of WPATH itself and, like the first, is skin crawling reading.
https://www.spiked-online.com/2024/03/08/trans-the-medical-scandal-of-the-century/
https://thecritic.co.uk/all-roads-lead-to-wpath/
Not to be trite, but speaking of bad medicine I came across this funny/insightful little illustration that shows how similar the pandemic response and being in an abusive relationship are:
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