Yes, it’s another of those dreaded “Assorted” columns. Keep the groaning down.
I found this at Ace’s place:
I wonder how these conservatives would feel if we passed a law making it illegal to teach your kids about religion until they were adults.
The “Don’t Say Bible” bill
This is a perfect illustration of how utterly clueless the Left’s allegiants are. The author of the above tweet seems unaware that public-school teachers are forbidden to introduce religious topics in the classroom, other than in a passing mention while discussing some historical atrocity. Citing the Bible in a government-school classroom will, quite predictably, cost a teacher his job. The excellent movie God’s Not Dead 2, which stars Pat Boone and Melissa Joan Hart, is based on an actual case on that subject – an unusual case in which the teacher did not lose her job.
But that’s the Left. That’s what they do. And it is why there can be no compromise with them – on any subject.
Mathematician / philosopher Raymond Smullyan once presented a parable that runs something like this:
Two boys, John and Steve, are ambling about when they come upon a luscious looking cake. Steve smiles brightly and says, “I shall now eat the cake.” John protests, saying that as they both found it, they should share it equally, half the cake to each of them. Steve is adamant that the cake is his alone, and a struggle begins, when a mediation-minded adult happens by. “Gentlemen!” the adult says. “You shouldn’t argue and fight; you should compromise.” He turns to John and says “Give Steve three-quarters of the cake.”
That’s the consequence of a “compromise is always best” attitude on one side of a dispute when the other side is implacable and will say and do anything to get its way. When you face an enemy of that sort, you must either pull your own guns and fight a outrance, or resign yourself to defeat by the death of a thousand compromises. These past few decades, the Republican Party has repeatedly chosen the latter course.
Got that? Now read these thoughts from John Hayward (“Doc_Zero”) and the mighty Ace of Spades. Which explanation rings truer: timidity or collaboration disguised as timidity? There’s a case to be made either way.
Back to religion-related subjects for a moment: Mike Miles of 90 Miles From Tyranny has a gift for unearthing excellent graphics of every sort. Here’s one from his labors of yesterday:
As of the 2016 survey (the most recent I could find), there are 37,192 Catholic priests in the United States. So the abuse rate per capita for Catholic priests is about 1 in 185. That year there were about 3.5 million public school teachers, full or part time. That makes their abuse rate 1 in 120, which is significantly worse than that for Catholic clerics. So what would account for the disproportionate focus on Catholic clerics? That priests lack a wealthy and protective union with its own Cabinet department, perhaps?
Now, let’s breathe a little fire on today’s most conspicuously rampant madness:
Finally, one of his teammates has dared to speak about this openly. That would be Riley Gaines, who had to accept her trophy for sixth place despite having tied for fifth with Lia. Lia was given pride of place over Gaines, nevertheless. In an interview with Tucker Carlson, she said: “I went behind the podium to collect my fifth place trophy and they kind of blatantly told me that Lia would hold the fifth place trophy and that I could pose with the sixth place trophy for photos and I would be mailed a fifth place trophy.”
“When I kind of questioned it, you know, I asked (the official) ‘is there a reason why you’re giving Lia the trophy?’ he just explained to me that, ‘we’re giving it in chronological order,’ and I questioned him again, what does that mean? What are we being chronological about? We tied. And he kind of blatantly said, ‘we’re just gonna give the trophy to Lia, we respect and admire your swim but Lia needs to hold the trophy.’”
Can you feel the creeping madness?
He needs to hold the trophy.
In order to make the point. No—in order to rub it in the face of women like Riley Gaines that men now own their sport.
This was inevitable. It started, not with transgenderism, but with Rachel Dolezal and Shaun King, who, despite having two Caucasian parents each, were allowed to get away with claiming to be Negroes. Dolezal’s “I identify as black” is only a few years old. I don’t know whether Shaun King said anything similar, but his attitude is identical with Dolezal’s.
Yet it’s lunacy, and it’s undisguised…so why aren’t we calling it that?
Why aren’t we treating the lunatics with compassion and therapy, as lunatics deserve?
Why does this species of insanity rate a completely different, contradictory standard of “tolerance?” Because it’s got a major political party behind it?
Have we become so timid, so completely confrontation-averse, that we cannot protect young women – athletes and non-athletes alike – from having their sex stolen from them? (Not their “gender.” Gender is for nouns and connectors. People have a sex.)
Or is it something else? Are we now forbidden to say that women, young and old, need and deserve protection from predatory men? That when men are permitted to prey upon them, women are at a severe disadvantage that can only be redressed by decent men?
I hope that when “transgender-rights activists” and “public-school teachers” are at last publicly hanged for defiling our children with such madness, I’ll still be around to say “This was inevitable, too.” Because it most certainly is.
Because someone is bound to bring it up, I shall pre-empt: Yes! I wrote a simpatico transwoman into the Futanari Saga. I did so for a compelling reason: to create an example of good sense in one who chooses to present as the opposite sex.
My character Holly Martinowski chooses to present as a woman despite having a Y chromosome in every cell and the genital equipment that goes along with said chromosomes. She’s an important contrast to my futanari characters, whose condition is unchosen and immutable. Neither Holly nor my futanari asked to be born as they were. However, Holly’s presentation is volitional, arising from other aspects of her anatomy and physiognomy. She is not mentally ill, nor does she claim to be anything she is not:
Ray had only just donned his stole and murmured a prayer for God’s guidance when a penitent entered the face-to-face booth and knelt. He donned a formally grave expression, looked up at his visitor, and swallowed an oath.
“In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen,” Holly Martinowski intoned. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.” She smiled wanly. “I’m not really sure how long it’s been since my last confession. More than fifteen years, anyway.”
“Bless you, Holly,” Ray said. “May the Lord be in your heart and help you to confess your sins sincerely and with true contrition. What are your sins, dear?”
“Father,” she said in a gradually strengthening voice, “I’ve been bitter and resentful. I estranged myself from my parents because they mocked me as I was and could not accept me as I am today. My bitterness has led me to resent them and wish them ill, even though none of them ever did me any injustice that went beyond a few harsh words.
“And I may have been less than honest. Since I endeavored to transition, I’ve let everyone I met believe that I’m female. I know I have only the appearance and not the essence. I know that no surgery could make me other than cosmetically female. But I’ve chosen to live as a woman, rather than as the pitifully unmanly man I would otherwise have been. And I am happy this way. I don’t regard my masquerade as a sin, though not being candid about my origins might strike you as sinful.”
She bowed her head over her folded hands.
“Other than that, I’ve missed a lot of Sunday Masses. But I have not worshipped any other god. I have not blasphemed. I have not made any idols. I haven’t killed or harmed anyone, or committed adultery, or theft or fraud. I haven’t borne false witness against others. I’ve envied naturally born women their state, but only in a wistful way. And I’ve tried most sincerely, Father, to do unto others as I would have them do unto me. I love God and delight in all His works. I strive to love my neighbor as myself. And with that I subject myself to your judgment and to the mercy of God.”
Ray was momentarily thrown out of his orbit.
“Have you examined your conscience closely, Holly?”
“I have, Father.”
“And you find no other blemishes there?”
“I have confessed all that I’ve found, Father.”
“You don’t think it a deception to wear a female guise?”
“I wear it for its own sake, Father. I don’t use it to deceive or defraud others. I never have.”
“And you never will, dear?”
That brought Holly’s head back up.
“Only God can know the future, Father. But it’s not my intention ever to do so. What could I gain that I couldn’t get some other way?”
Ray breathed deeply and strove to steady himself.
“It’s not the gain or loss that matters but the intention, dear. Are you firm in your resolve?”
“I am, Father.”
“And truly sorry for your sins?”
“O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee, and I detest all my sins because of Thy just punishment, but most of all because they offend Thee, my God, who art all good and worthy of all my love. I humbly resolve with the help of Thy Grace to sin no more and to avoid the near occasions of sin. Amen.”
He grinned despite himself. “You boned up before you came here, didn’t you?”
She returned the grin. “A little cramming is acceptable before an exam, isn’t it, Father?”
He chuckled. “Let’s hope so, dear, because it was one of my most regular practices back in seminary. Your penance is five Our Fathers, five Hail Marys, and five Glory Bes interleaved, to be performed in a spirit of contrition immediately upon leaving the confessional. Go to the front of the church and kneel at the old communion rail. Look upon the Presence lamp as you pray, and give thanks for the love and mercy of God.”
“I shall, Father.”
He raised his right hand. “God, the Father of mercies, through the death and resurrection of his Son has reconciled the world to himself and sent the Holy Spirit among us for the forgiveness of sins. Through the ministry of the Church, may God give you pardon and peace. I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”
“Amen,” she whispered.
“Now go and sin no more.”
She exited the confessional.
Holly’s attitude is the acceptable “middle ground” of transgenderism:
That stance is acceptable because, properly practiced, it does no harm. Indeed, at its best it can’t even be detected. But it excludes the “Lia” Thomases of the world, and those who seek to preach “gender fluidity” to impressionable children – as it should.
That’s all for today, Gentle Reader. Until whenever. Have a nice day.