A friend once gave me a spray can of 'bullshit repellent.' The cover showed a man in an Edwardian swimming costume chesting back prime surfer quality waves of the stuff.
There's so much of it now. Bookmaker Paddy Power has just released a promo video linking to the Women's World Cup (htp: PJW), insulting white men as misogynist gammons uninterested in the female side of the game. As Jeffrey Bernard pointed out, 'in most betting shops you will see three windows marked 'Bet Here', but only one window with the legend 'Pay Out', so PP's message is 'be a mug, not a thug.'
I did watch some of the English team's playing in the Women's Euro Cup. It was very good - technically excellent and clean. I do hope they win again on Sunday, but the cleanness, that's what is wrong with it. Sport is symbolic warfare and the old Adam in us wants to see inadequately policed aggression. The chariot scene in Ben Hur is thrilling not for the spectacle of carriage racing but because of the face-whipping and smash-ups. I sometimes think people would vote for nuclear war because it promises to be more exciting.
Perhaps they already have. There are still houses displaying the Ukraine flag long after the nature of the Kiev regime has become obvious. Like soccer fans who have to buy their children a new-design strip every season, we go along with every political fad.
It's all for show, nought for go. Overpaid football mercenaries cock the knee in support of racial equality, but when Katherine Birbalsingh's Michaela School gets ring-a-ding results from disadvantaged children, the malignant comment on Twitter has to be read to be believed. As Candace Owens observes, the Left's captive voters are not supposed to get off the reservation.
Time and again we are sold a version of ourselves that never was, or never should have been. 'Eastenders' isn't filmed in Whitechapel, where the average house price is over £700k; the caricature underclass snarls at each other in Borehamwood, Herts. It got built out of London long ago. And it should never have been there, either - if you want to get behind the jolly pearly kings facade read Jack London's account of the East End in 1902, a socioeconomic meatgrinder crying out for regulation in employment, housing, health and pensions - and for restrictions on immigration, which vitiated the efforts of trades unions to lift their members out of squalor. Ah, but TV drama! 'Sin is behovely,' said Julian of Norwich; and more fun to watch.
North of the Border we see more paradoxical thinking, exemplified in now-PM Hamza Yousef's 2020 speech in the Scottish Parliament in which his objection to the Establishment there was not that it was corrupt but that it was white. Racist? Nonono, he was merely stating 'some uncomfortable truths' about the under-representation of minorities. Are Scots more racialist than the Brits, who have an Indian-heritage PM they didn't even have to vote for? What is the Scottish National Party about, if not the identity of Scots, who are 95.4% 'white'? Perhaps Humza might have been on less contentious ground if he had castigated his fellow Caledonians as red-haired; the ginger-fringers at OHBC wouldn't be much of a threat to him.
That nation of world-class mathematicians, philiosophers and engineers has lost its brains under the yoke of woke. Consider the double rapist Adam Graham aka 'Isla Bryson', who got himself moved to a women's prison by claiming he identified as one of them. The Daily Mail photo shows the tell-tale bulge of his meat-and-two-veg in his stretch pants (the BBC restricts itself to waist-up, naturally); at least he's still got balls, unlike the nervous nellies who couldn't say no to him until it became a public scandal.
Where are the grownups, the parents? Where is common sense?
For example, coming back to sport, it's obvious that top-tier male performers tend to be stronger and faster than women competitors, especially if they remain 'entire' or have testosterone injections to maintain their physical advantage. Why cannot they have their own category, rather than butt-in to the women's contests? There could even be sub-categories: those who have retained their sausage, and those who have had the op and gone full 'vagitarian' (but still with heavier muscle and man's skeleton.)
Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad. When the lunatics' bandwagon rolls by again, don't jump on.
But come on, England!
