News from a World Gone Mad

We know individuals can go mad, and we have heard that crowds can go mad. Can nations, cultures, eras? Let us look at a few news tidbits.

Castro as a sex offender. Not that Castro. This is a Six Year Old.

When they came for the six-year olds, I said nothing, because I was not a six-year old.

They banned “tag” at school because it is “too aggressive.”

In ten or twelve years, these kiddies will be of age to enter the service. Imagine the next generation of Marines and Navy Seals, if they are drawn from a pool of youths raised to be too delicate for a game of tag. 

When they came for the tag players, I said nothing, because I don’t play tag.  

 Woman “ticketed” for calling her neighbor’s children ‘monkeys’. They were making a ruckus while climbing trees.

They were black, and the comment was politically incorrect. She was found guilty of the crime of Imposing on the Delicate Feelings of a Leftist. She also was (and is not longer) A Barack Obama delegate to the Democratic National Convention. Obama gave Mrs. Ramirez the sack.

When they came for the grown-ups who call their neighbor’s sprats monkeys, I said nothing, because I was taking a nap on the couch then.

Muslims make schoolmarms ban gay kiddie book.

The internal logical contradictions of the Left on display. Apparently, when Christians object to books aimed at teaching preschoolers to idolize a sexual malfunction, we are blackhearted villains, but when Muslims object to sodomy, they must be heeded with grave deliberation. I am not sure how the pious totem pole of victimology goes, but apparently multi-culturalism trumps gay tolerance.

Cowardice encourages violence, I am afraid. Christians and Buddhists and other peaceful religions will start to notice that you can get your way in this world merely by sawing off a few heads on video. You see, total deafness on an issue combined with total unmanly cravenness creates an incentive away from reasonable speech and toward belligerence.

When they came for the gay kiddie books, I said nothing, because, well, damn, those books actually are disgusting, so I am glad the Paynim are on the right side of things for once.

Brigitte Bardot is officially a racist. In France.

There is no real reason to post of photo of Bardot here. No reason at all.

I have heard elsewhere that her objection is to Muslims who slaughter sheep without stunning them first.

Apparently an animal-rights vegetarian afoul of political correctness if the Muslims are cruel to animals. So, Brigit Bardot is now a racist hatecrimer whom the Thought Police will reeducate. I am not sure how the pious totem pole of victimology goes, but apparently multi-culturalism trumps animal rights.

She probably doesn’t want to wear a burkha. Maybe she does not want her country to be given away to foreigners. Whatever she thinks, it is illegal for her in France to speak her mind. You see, for purposes of smothering dissent, Islam is not a religion, it is a race.

When they came for Brigitte Bardot, I said nothing, because I was not a aging French sexbomb.

UPDATE: This just in. More madness.

Killing unborn babies as a form of art.

Beginning next Tuesday, Shvarts will be displaying her senior art project, a documentation of a nine-month process during which she artificially inseminated herself “as often as possible” while periodically taking abortifacient drugs to induce miscarriages. Her exhibition will feature video recordings of these forced miscarriages as well as preserved collections of the blood from the process.

Full Article:
http://www.yaledailynews.com/articles/view/24513

I did not speak up for the diabolically grotesque narcissistic artist who killed unborn babies for a frivolous reason, because, by Holy God in Heaven, I wanted her to die a painful, sudden, meaningless death as vile as what she planned for her innocent sons and daughters, and to be hurled into the flaming pit of hell thereafter.

It is stories like this that make me believe the old cruel doctrine of eternal fire is simply not unjust a penalty to visit on those who yearn for damnation.

But when they finally came for me, there was no one but this guy named Niemöller, and I knew already he was not going to speak up, the big wimp.