The Wrong Them, The Wrong Us

Dig this from Grace Obi-Azuike, the Loyola Law School's Anti-Racism Fellow.

Get the f*ck out of here all you ugly a*s little Jewish people in this b*itch!"

says Grace Obi-Azuike, the Loyola Law School's Anti-Racism Fellow, to her classmates.

Yes, Grace is the Loyola Law School’s Anti-Racism Fellow.

The Anti-Racism Fellow.pic.twitter.com/SHhRajtlrt

— Visegrád 24 (@visegrad24) April 17, 2024

Just to make sure you heard that right, it's this:

"Get the f*** out of here all you ugly ass little Jewish people in this bitch."

I went with the crowd when I first saw that video and howled about the racism. When I began to think about it, I was staggered.

All along, I've had the wrong "them" and the wrong "us."

Loyola is an expensive, famous, Catholic, Jesuit university. Watching that woman do the whole waggly-head, stereotypical, antisemitic rant, I realized something.

Grace Obi-Azuike wasn't selected for the Loyola Law School Anti-Racism Fellowship in spite of her being a bug-eyed racist, she was chosen because she was a bug-eyed racist.

Watch that video and tell me that Grace doesn't have a string of social media posts and writings that aren't loaded to the gunwales with racial hatred. It's not like she walked into this meeting and suddenly began spouting racial venom. Whatever the criteria are, whatever the content the panel used to hand out the Loyola Law School Anti-Racism Fellowship, you can be sure they knew this was who she was.

On this blog and in person, I like to tell my friends, "They hate you." I used to think that referred to how the secular left hated Catholics. I was wrong. In this case, I was slapped in the face with the reality that the Jesuits hate me. By extension, my bishop who runs the University of San Diego and all of its rancid anti-white racism hates me. It's not like they don't know about the whiteness studies and this woman's deranged Jew-hatred.

Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe the Jesuit priests are horrified by this. Maybe my bishop would be aghast to find out that his university sounds like a modern Rudolf Hess. I'd be a fool to think so. This poison just keeps appearing in more and more places.

The question is how to confront them with this. It's not like those of us in the laity have much of a chance to throw a question to either the Jesuits or the bishop. I've got a good friend who did this kind of thing with Gonzaga. Maybe I should find out how that worked.

I've had quite enough of this.

Social Justice Is A Sin. Racial Justice Is A Sin.

 Matthew 18:1-7:

At that time the disciples approached Jesus and said, “Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?”

He called a child over, placed it in their midst, and said, “Amen, I say to you, unless you turn and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever receives one child such as this in my name receives me." 

"Whoever causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a great millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea. Woe to the world because of things that cause sin! Such things must come, but woe to the one through whom they come!"

After my foam-at-the-mouth rant yesterday, I pondered the situation further.

Until I read that sentence, I loved Barbara. After I read it, she became a representative for all women and responsible for every ounce of pain women have inflicted on me. That's a lot of pain and the dark side of me would like nothing more than to get down to the viscerally gratifying business of ruthless vengeance.

When you yap in public about oppressors and oppressed, you don't really know your audience. You don't know their histories well enough, you can't know them well enough, to be sure that you've got the oppressor-oppressed classifications right for their experiences.

"Women have it so hard" sets me off. To a lesser extent, but for similar reasons, "blacks have it so hard" does as well. When we group people and then assign moral values to the groups, we turn each individual into an avatar for that group. Barbara is a woman. I love Barbara until you turn her into an avatar for all women by telling me that women have been historically oppressed by men. I don't hate Barbara, I love her. When you blather on about social justice or racial justice, I naturally associate Barbara with all women and reflexively hate her as the symbol of whiny privilege and backstabbing, life-ruining duplicity.

I didn't hate until you catalyzed my hate.

We do that every time we group people into bins and especially when we give those bins relative moral standings.

Social Justice is a sin. Racial Justice is a sin.

"(W)oe to the one through whom they come" indeed.

It always takes me a while to calm down when this happens, but eventually I do and love Barbara and all other women again.

Pope Francis Wants To Start A War

I've been thinking more about our parish council's latest task from the Vatican - to discuss how we can give women more power in the Church. It irritates the living daylights out of me. Why?

It's because it turns my personal relationships into that horrible card game, War. If you aren't familiar with War, it's a 2-player game where each player gets half the deck and then they turn over cards one at a time. The person that turns over the higher card wins that trick and takes both cards, putting them at the bottom of his deck. The person who ends up with the whole deck wins. It's as unbearably tedious and deterministic as it sounds.

At any rate, that's what happens when we categorize people into oppressor-oppressed groups. Taking the example our midwit pope has dumped on our tiny parish council, looking for opportunities for women immediately puts me on Team Man in a game of War. The Vatican has decided that we all need to act like women have it hard in the Church which can only mean that I, a man, have oppressed them.

Oh really? Is that where you want to go? By all means, let's go there. I've got a deck filled with high cards that I've been gathering over the decades for just this occasion. Unless the women on the parish council have been raped, I'll mop the floor with them. Unfaithful and violent ex-wives, backstabbing female bosses, conniving coworkers, shrewish family members, it's all face cards and aces in my deck. 

You want a war of the sexes? Let's do it.

In real life, far away from the demented, Marxist hellscape where we all fit into infantile oppressor-oppressed bins, I have personal relationships with each of the women on the parish council. Let's take one as an example. We'll call her Barbara. 

Barbara and I haven't interacted much, but that's because she has devoted her life to the parish and I'm a dilettante at best. Every single time I've been with her, she has been pleasant, competent, diligent, helpful and kind. If you asked me to describe her, I would not use a single negative adjective.

Now the pope wants me to play War with her. She's on Team Woman and I'm on Team Man. Ill Papa has set the stage for unresolvable conflict within the parish by painting me as the oppressor and her as the oppressed. Up yours, pal. After what I've suffered at the hands of women, I will never surrender in that fight. If you think I'm going to be an "ally" and come crawling on my belly begging for forgiveness from women, then you don't know me. John Mosby is my spirit animal.

If you want a war, the boys and I would be happy to oblige you.

The moment I read the sentence in the parish council agenda, "Creation of a Diocesan Task Force on the Role of Women in the Church" (sic), I was grabbing my gun and heading out the door to mount up and ride into the Blue Ridge Mountains.

Until I read that sentence, I loved Barbara. After I read it, she became a representative for all women and responsible for every ounce of pain women have inflicted on me. That's a lot of pain and the dark side of me would like nothing more than to get down to the viscerally gratifying business of ruthless vengeance.

The instant we were separated into Team Woman and Team Man, all of the bitter demons I had offered up to Christ and buried in the past rose up from the grave, banshees from hell, filled with blind, unquenchable rage.

It's even worse than that. It will spill over into my marriage. Chicago NPR Democrat wife kitteh will no doubt gladly take up the banner of Team Woman and it will be on like the break of dawn at home. In no time at all, our sacramental vows will be ashes wafting through the air above the radioactive wasteland of our marital thermonuclear ruins.

Pope Francis can take his demonic mask of smarmy sanctimony which conceals his Marxist hate and stuff it. I'm not going to war for him.

Women Need More Opportunities To Decline

I'm the head of our parish council. At a recent meeting, one of the topics came from the Vatican and Pope Francis' push to give more power to women within the Church.

First, I have no idea what he's saying. Every parish I've ever seen is run by women. The husbands are working and the wives are volunteering. Every single parish has been like this. Just what opportunities women are missing are beyond me.

Further, I'd bet that about half our priests, bishops and cardinals are gay. From the parish on up, it's hard to see where the Clint Eastwood types are hiding. Still, they must be there, keeping women oppressed, because this is a big deal for the pope.

Maybe I've got a skewed view of the situation for some reason. I don't really care whether I do or not. I don't plan on sticking around in this gig if it's going to end up like my career where I worked at a place whose internal corporate newspaper took swipes at me in every issue. Every single time, there was a story about this woman, that minority, the gay guy across the hall or the transgender, one-legged Eskimo driving the courier van and how much each of them had to overcome. Always implied was that I was the thing they had to overcome, the straight, white male oppressor.

That was irritating, but tolerable because they paid me money. The Church doesn't pay me a dime. I don't see any reason to volunteer to experience that particular déjà vu.

Finally, I took the job when it was announced that our existing chair had to step down. In a room full of candidates, the priest asked for volunteers. It was only after the silence got awkward that I said I'd do it. All the women present had an opportunity to seize power and none of them did.

That's the real lesson here. If you don't take advantage of the leadership opportunities you're given, it might be a good idea to stop yapping about women not having enough of them.

Her: "They offered me the COO position, but I don't see why I have to play second to a man."

Him: (God, I wish she'd shut up and go away.)

Cat: (There aren't enough treats in the world to make this worthwhile. I see a hairball in her shoes in the very near future.)

The Future Belongs To Those That Show Up

 ... which means I ended that title with a preposition, hence this suffix.

Dig this.

Picking the bottom feeder, Decatur, I went to Great Schools and checked in on their stats. They have two major high schools, Eisenhower and MacArthur, both of which are cellar-dwellers, scoring the lowest possible points, 1 out of 10. Checking in on their equity stats, we see that standardized test score data is not available, but we do have "College Readiness" and "Discipline and Attendance." 

Eisenhower

College-ready: blacks 7/10, whites 8/10. Not bad!

Chronically absent: blacks 50%, whites 36%. Hmm. I'm guessing those college readiness scores are juiced. These kids aren't even bothering to show up for class. Do you think that might have something to do with the fact that almost none of them can read at grade level? Maybe.

MacArthur

College-ready: blacks 6/10, whites 8/10. Again, not bad!

Chronically absent: blacks 45%, whites 36%. Again, a whole bunch of them aren't bothering to go to school. They must be prodigies to get those college readiness rankings.

Or maybe it's all smoke and mirrors.

This is in line with other random sampling I've done on Great Schools. People can prattle all they want about racial justice, structural racism, school funding and discipline, but if the kids aren't showing up to school, you're just pushing on a rope.

Harvard Returns To Racism

Well, this didn't take long.

Since we all know that standardized tests are racist, this means that Harvard is once more a pawn on the white supremacist patriarchy. Like that's a surprise.

In all seriousness, I would pay good money to hear recordings of the deliberations and read the email traffic that led up to this decision. It must have been en fuego.

Timing Can Spell The Difference Between Life And Death

 ... and in the case of my daughter, her timing was poor and the result is a living death.

Dig this.

In September 2020, the consultant paediatrician Dr Hilary Cass was asked to conduct a review into how the NHS should care for children and adolescents who are either questioning their gender identity or experiencing gender incongruence (a mismatch between body and sex at birth). In part, the review was a response to a huge increase in the number of referrals to the Gender Identity Development Service (Gids) run by the Tavistock and Portman NHS Foundation Trust. There was certainly cause for alarm. In 2011-12, there were just under 250 referrals to the service; in 2021-22 this had risen to more than 5,000...

In February 2022, Dr Cass published an interim report whose recommendations had a seismic impact. It led to the closure of Gids, which was criticised for the lack of data collection on what happened to children and young people who were prescribed hormones. Her findings also led to NHS England deciding last month to stop prescribing puberty blockers to children because there was “not enough evidence to support the safety or clinical effectiveness of puberty-suppressing hormones, or to make the treatment available at this time”...

In conclusion, Hilary Cass is saying quite firmly that as a society we cannot and will not do as the trans ideologues demand. Children and adolescents will not be given life-altering drugs and surgery without proof that it will leave them happier and healthier than before. If a young woman is depressed and anxious, we don’t believe that, in the majority of cases, a double mastectomy is the route to recovery. In its quiet, scientific way, this is a vital and revolutionary document.

There are links in those snippets that I've omitted because I'm short of time.

In any case, the Cass Report says what we all knew to be true - the transgender madness was simply the poisoning and butchery of young people, mostly white girls. When questioned in the privacy of his office, my own doctor said the whole thing was a fraud and a horror. Our family therapist had similarly told us that she was ashamed of her profession and how they were allowing young people's lives to be smashed.

If you think that's bad, dig the WPATH Files. WPATH, the World Professional Association for Transgender Health, was the fig leaf for the degenerate psychotics on the left who have led the charge in multiple professional organizations to mutilate and poison young people. The WPATH Files were leaked to Michael Schellenberger who discovered it was all a fraud.

WPATH is considered the leading global scientific and medical authority on “gender medicine,” and in recent decades, its Standards of Care have shaped the guidance, policies and practices of governments, medical associations, public health systems and private clinics across the world.

However, the WPATH Files reveal that the organization does not meet the standards of evidence-based medicine, and members frequently discuss improvising treatments as they go along. Members are fully aware that children and adolescents cannot comprehend the lifelong consequences of “gender-affirming care,” and in some cases, due to poor health literacy, neither can their parents. 

“The WPATH Files show that what is called ‘gender medicine’ is neither science nor medicine,” said Michael Shellenberger, President and founder of Environmental Progress. “The experiments are not randomized, double-blind, or controlled. It’s not medicine since the first rule is to do no harm. And that requires informed consent.”

All of this comes too late to save my little girl. She's been on testosterone for 3 years or so. Her body is ruined. She's sterile, her vagina is shriveled, her vocal cords wrecked and her central nervous system poisoned. She took the advice of the transgender cultists and cut me out of her life. I see her once or twice a year. The last time we met, she told me she wanted a double mastectomy and I temporarily talked her out of it. I'm not sure if she's been mutilated by now.

Europe is coming out of the cult as nation after nation bans "gender-affirming care," but here in the US, the progressives are still pushing it. 

"Affirming."
Note: This is not my daughter. This is some other poor victim of "affirmation."

Like the Japanese soldiers who didn't know the war had ended, it's going to be difficult for them to give it up, for reasons laid out in the video below.

That’s going to be some earth shattering truth for some people. #LiberalismIsAMentalDisorder @Nicoletta0602 pic.twitter.com/Tj57193htl

— Leave it better than you found it (@AuburysNavy) July 11, 2023

I feel surprisingly calm about all of this, but I'm sure that's just a thin veneer over some pretty potent emotions.

On the plus side, we're on the downslope of child mutilations. That's a good thing even if it all came too late for my family.

Will There Be Justice?

My bet is that there will be no justice for the mutilated and poisoned. There may be some lawsuits, but the politicians, entertainment figures, news media and corporations who fed our children into the transgender wood chipper will frolic on to something else and adopt a position of virtuous sanctimony about a new topic.

There never is a reckoning for these kinds of things.