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Our Colleges of Unreason

The modern world has a strange way of acting out in reality what our forebears took for absurdity and satire.

Take 1984 for instance. No doubt Orwell thought his dark foreboding vision of a communist future was just that—a vision. However, as time marches on, or slouches on, we approach ever more closely the totalitarian nightmare of IngSoc. Our rights and liberties are daily eroded and outright stolen by unscrupulous politicians, bureaucrats, and the endless special interest groups that crawl all over them like lice.

Another example is the fascinating novel “Erewhon” written in 1871 by Samuel Butler. Over seventy years before Orwell, Butler produced his story of a trip to an imaginary land which, he thought, would show through satire some of the most absurd behaviors and frivolities of society. In one part of the travels of our hero through Erewhon, he is at a supper party given by a Mr Thims, where he met some professors from the Erewhonian “universities”—the Colleges of Unreason.

One, a Professor of Worldly Wisdom, expanded on the malicious nature of genius, which, he held, was a great offense against Nature. His fame lay in his extensive work in suppressing any form of originality in students.

…“It is not our business,” he said, “to help students to think for themselves. Surely this is the very last thing which one who wishes them well should encourage them to do. Our duty is to ensure that they shall think as we do, or at any rate, as we hold it expedient to say we do.” In some respects, however, he was thought to hold somewhat radical opinions, for he was President of the Society for the Suppression of Useless Knowledge, and for the Completer Obliteration of the Past.

And as our hero remarks in the story,

…And really it is hard to see how the Erewhonian theory differs from our own, for the word “idiot” only means a person who forms his opinions for himself.

What a perfect description of the real-world “universities” of today! Not a word need be changed. Every student of quack sociology, gender-bender studies, or trans-lesbian armpit hair studies would subscribe to that, albeit expressed in the more turgid meanderings of post-modernist mumbo-jumbo.

Butler’s fantasies of the Colleges of Unreason have come to pass in actuality, now. It is possible, in some of our institutions of Higher Ignorance, to be disciplined by not subscribing to dogmas such as men can become women, which is biologically impossible.

Up next, Newton’s Laws of Motion will be classed as “hate” as they were formulated by a white man (as was almost all modern, and ancient, science).

Little did Samuel Butler know, that his biting satire would be turned into a demented reality by the progressives of today.

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Grievance Feminism is Corrupting Human Rights

Dr Janet Albrechtsen gives a lucid analysis of the corrupting effects of grievance feminism on human freedoms that are so fundamental to Western values. The modern feminists’ whining about micro-aggressions and other poisonous fictions are the focus of their attention, and not the very real persecution and oppression of women in primitive societies like Islam practicing “honor” killing, slavery and female genital mutilation.

So strange that in a modern Western “university” it is free speech that is under threat by feminists and their soy-boy acolytes, while the very real suppression of women’s rights in Islamic societies goes unmentioned.
Enjoy;
She gets another massive vote from…

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Diana Davison and the Lighthouse Project

“I’m Done with Feminism”(vid here) is the title of an extremely perceptive and rigorous analysis of the corruption of the justice system by pandering to feminism. The Lighthouse Project [here] is an organization that helps people falsely accused to work through the legal system and to reconstruct their lives after.

She pays particular attention to false rape charges and to the shameful trial by media of Jon Ghomeshi, and to the truly poisonous effects of false rape allegations, not only on the accused, but on society in general and the fundamental right to be held innocent until proven guilty.

I highly recommend her videos; we need more people like her.

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More Fake News from the MSM

Remember a while back American diplomats in Cuba were complaining of a “sonic attack”, implying that the nefarious Russians were behind it. Twenty-four staff at the US embassy claimed all manner of symptoms including headaches, dizziness, nausea, vision problems etc.

Much fatuous posturing followed from the State Department, complete with diplomats being recalled and travel advisories being issued, blah, blah.

Meanwhile, the Cubans investigated and cooperated (colluded!?) with the FBI and recordings were made of the alleged “sonic attacks”. These were shared and indeed, the Associated Press issued a video with the recorded sounds. The Cubans said that the recorded sounds were typical of a type of cricket or cicada that lives in that part of Cuba.

Fast forward to September 2018, and the “usual suspects”, the Russophobic NBC, and particularly the totally bonkers MSNBC, were fingering Russia as the culprit again. As reported on the Moon of Alabama [here]:

The NBC story came with a red flag. One of its authors was the CIA’s mop-up man Ken Dilanian who lets the CIA rewrite his stories before they get published. Whenever one sees that author’s name one must presume to read disinformation.

Other MSM lugenpresse outlets, like the Grauniad in the UK and the Daily Beast website, chimed in with “Russia main suspect behind illnesses of US staff in Cuba,” blah, blah.

But, reality began to poke its ugly nose into the whole sordid affair. In a rare moment of honesty, the New York Times reports[here] that US scientists found, just as the Cubans had, that the sounds were…

The song of the Indies short-tailed cricket …[which] “matches, in nuanced detail, the A.P. recording in duration, pulse repetition rate, power spectrum, pulse rate stability, and oscillations per pulse,” the scientists wrote in their analysis.

And, there’s more…

Alexander Stubbs of the University of California, Berkeley, and Fernando Montealegre-Z of the University of Lincoln in England studied a recording of the sounds made by diplomats and published by The Associated Press.
“There’s plenty of debate in the medical community over what, if any, physical damage there is to these individuals,” said Mr. Stubbs in a phone interview. “All I can say fairly definitively is that the A.P.-released recording is of a cricket, and we think we know what species it is.”[h/t Moon of Alabama].

Canadian expert on insect communication Gerald Pollack of McGill University concurred.

So what have we here? Another hysterical Russophobic story, unsupported by any evidence whatsoever, being spread around the credulous and ignorant “news Media”, the only intention of which would be to stir up more hatred of Russia and further poison international relations.

One wonders when, if ever, the fact-free lie-mongering masquerading as journalism will be held to account?

Don’t hold your breath on that one.

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The Battle of the Books

 

As journalists these days are staking out their position on the Tree of Life, somewhere between amphibians and reptiles, I was reminded of one of the great works of Jonathan Swift, probably the most imaginative English writer in the last few hundred years.

In “The Battle of the Books” he recounts a war between the writers of the Ancient World and their modern critics, carried out as a phantasmagorical war of books that takes place in St James’s Library. The modern “critics”, of course, are full of contempt for traditional wisdom built up through the Ages, and so full of themselves, puffed up with their progressive modernisms.

[Immediately, that brings to mind the whole slew of modern journalists, pretending to report and analyze, but really venting their collective leftist spleen against President Trump, his family, their country and all normal, sane people.]

Momus, the patron of the Moderns, in conducting the battle,

… fearing the worst, and calling to mind an ancient prophecy which bore no very good face to his children the Moderns, bent his flight to the region of a malignant deity called Criticism. She dwelt on the top of a snowy mountain in Nova Zembla; there Momus found her extended in her den, upon the spoils of numberless volumes, half devoured. At her right hand sat Ignorance, her father and husband, blind with age; at her left, Pride, her mother, dressing her up in the scraps of paper herself had torn. There was Opinion, her sister, light of foot, hood-winked, and head-strong, yet giddy and perpetually turning. About her played her children, Noise and Impudence, Dulness and Vanity, Positiveness, Pedantry, and Ill-manners. The goddess herself had claws like a cat; her head, and ears, and voice resembled those of an ass; her teeth fallen out before, her eyes turned inward, as if she looked only upon herself; her diet was the overflowing of her own gall; her spleen was so large as to stand prominent, like a dug of the first rate; nor wanted excrescences in form of teats, at which a crew of ugly monsters were greedily sucking; and, what is wonderful to conceive, the bulk of spleen increased faster than the sucking could diminish it.

Momus then entreats the goddess Criticism to hasten to the British Isle, thereby

…having thus delivered himself, stayed not for an answer, but left the goddess to her own resentment. Up she rose in a rage, and, as it is the form on such occasions, began a soliloquy: “It is I” (said she) “who give wisdom to infants and idiots; by me children grow wiser than their parents, by me beaux become politicians, and schoolboys judges of philosophy; by me sophisters debate and conclude upon the depths of knowledge; and coffee-house wits, instinct by me, can correct an author’s style, and display his minutest errors, without understanding a syllable of his matter or his language; by me striplings spend their judgment, as they do their estate, before it comes into their hands. It is I who have deposed wit and knowledge from their empire over poetry, and advanced myself in their stead. And shall a few upstart Ancients dare to oppose me? But come, my aged parent, and you, my children dear, and thou, my beauteous sister; let us ascend my chariot, and haste to assist our devout Moderns, who are now sacrificing to us a hecatomb, as I perceive by that grateful smell which from thence reaches my nostrils.”

Ah!, to be blessed with Swift’s powers of invective…one can but dream.

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You Are Being Policed

As Mark Steyn has said, “Everything in England is policed, except crime.”
For all you folks concerned about the expanding police presence in our society, watch this video [How the Police have become the Paramilitary Arm of Political Correctness]. Its origin is in the UK, but the same applies to all of us in the US, Canada, England, France, wherever. The police forces are increasingly becoming a political police force, enforcing thought control throughout the populace, and certainly not protecting the rights of free citizens. Most of the commentary in this video is from an ex-police officer in England, which should tell you how far the rot has gone.

It is also good advice to any citizen these days—Don’t Talk To The Police, under any circumstances. As Professor James Duane says [here], “It. Can. Not. Help. You.—There. Is. No. Way. It. Can. Help. You.”

Be Warned.

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Bolsonaro—The Right Way to Go!

President-elect Bolsonaro hasn’t even been sworn in yet, and he’s pledged to allow all Brazilians without criminal records to own firearms; to move the Brazilian Embassy to Jerusalem, and, to not sign the insane UN Migration Pact.

Wow, three home runs before the game starts. Will he out-Trump Trump?

No doubt come January 1st, many feminist knickers will be twisted into Gordian knots, screams of outrage will emanate from the hordes of thingies with dubious and unclassifiable libidos, and the MSM will beclown themselves with MAD magazine-type lies about the new Brazil.

We could use a guy like that in Canada.

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Can Socialists Be Happy?

Can Socialists be Happy? is the title of an amusing little essay by George Orwell, which touches on the subjects of Christmas and socialist Utopias. The short answer is, —No. The sterile socialist utopias of Wells’s Men Like Gods and William Morris’s News from Nowhere elicit no joy in Orwell’s heart.

Christmas, of course, from A Christmas Carol, Dickens’ timeless Victorian parable of the redemption of an old miser, Ebenezer Scrooge. [Every Christmas Eve, I watch the 1951 movie with Alistair Sim playing Scrooge—the definitive version]. And despite Orwell’s critiques of Dickens, elaborated extensively in his essay on Dickens, he cannot help but express a liking for him.

I must confess a grudging admiration for Dickens, ever since as a very young boy, reading Oliver Twist and A Christmas Carol from my grandfather’s beautiful leather-bound Dickens collection, complete in that old thin paper and sinister illustrations. Although he can be overly verbose, and sentimentality oozes from his every pore, he has a knack for creating characters with real feelings and emotions, real joys and sorrows, rather than fabricated professions of goodwill. I can still feel the cold of English houses and almost feel Bob Cratchit shivering on Christmas Eve as he toils for Scrooge. But,

…however thick Dickens may lay on the paint, however disgusting the ‘pathos’ of Tiny Tim may be, the Cratchit family give the impression of enjoying themselves. They sound happy as, for instance, the citizens of William Morris’s News From Nowhere don’t sound happy. Moreover and Dickens’s understanding of this is one of the secrets of his power their happiness derives mainly from contrast. They are in high spirits because for once in a way they have enough to eat. The wolf is at the door, but he is wagging his tail. The steam of the Christmas pudding drifts across a background of pawnshops and sweated labour, and in a double sense the ghost of Scrooge stands beside the dinner table. Bob Cratchit even wants to drink to Scrooge’s health, which Mrs Cratchit rightly refuses. The Cratchits are able to enjoy Christmas precisely because it only comes once a year. Their happiness is convincing just because Christmas only comes once a year. Their happiness is convincing just because it is described as incomplete.

…As all happiness is; incomplete and never a thing in itself.

All the imagined socialist utopias never get beyond seeing happiness as a kind of maudlin cleanliness, populated by nice, but drab and boring, people, much like the decaffeinated personalities of the progressives of today. Imagine waking up in that kind of world…

It is a world whose keynotes are enlightened hedonism and scientific curiosity. All the evils and miseries we now suffer from have vanished. Ignorance, war, poverty, dirt, disease, frustration, hunger, fear, overwork, superstition all vanished. So expressed, it is impossible to deny that that is the kind of world we all hope for. We all want to abolish the things Wells wants to abolish. But is there anyone who actually wants to live in a Wellsian Utopia? On the contrary, not to live in a world like that, not to wake up in a hygenic garden suburb infested by naked schoolmarms, has actually become a conscious political motive.

Orwell had a horror of the joyless, antiseptic, hectoring feminism that contaminates so much of our civil discourse today. Nowadays, the infestation of “naked schoolmarms” would be replaced by a tyrannical collective of ham planets with blue armpit hair beating young boys until they do have periods.

On the question of utopias…

All ‘favourable’ Utopias seem to be alike in postulating perfection while being unable to suggest happiness. News From Nowhere is a sort of goody-goody version of the Wellsian Utopia. Everyone is kindly and reasonable, all the upholstery comes from Liberty’s, but the impression left behind is of a sort of watery melancholy. But it is more impressive that Jonathan Swift, one of the greatest imaginative writers who have ever lived, is no more successful in constructing a ‘favourable’ Utopia than the others.

Because utopia is planned, and boring, only dull and boring people can inhabit it.

Dickens can describe a poverty-stricken family tucking into a roast goose, and can make them appear happy; on the other hand, the inhabitants of perfect universes seem to have no spontaneous gaiety and are usually somewhat repulsive into the bargain.

…which, in a nutshell, describes the drab personalities that inhabit the tedium of progressive politics today.

Dickens could portray happiness because he was a free man, and a decent man, much in the way Orwell was himself. And this is one of the many reasons Orwell (and, no doubt, Dickens) is hated by the Left and doctrinaire socialists in general. That the Cratchits may be poor is one thing, but that they should be happy, if only occasionally, is something that infuriates the legions of the perpetually morose. Orwell imagined Dickens thus

Well, in the case of Dickens I see a face that is not quite the face of Dickens’s photographs, though it resembles it. It is the face of a man of about forty, with a small beard and a high colour. He is laughing, with a touch of anger in his laughter, but no triumph, no malignity. It is the face of a man who is always fighting against something, but who fights in the open and is not frightened, the face of a man who is generously angry — in other words, of a nineteenth-century liberal, a free intelligence, a type hated with equal hatred by all the smelly little orthodoxies which are now contending for our souls.

The smelly little orthodoxies are now almost suffocating us.

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Fake News on Acid

Everyone knows that the “news” is mostly fake, especially that from state propaganda organizations like the BBC, CBC and from their shriek sheets and fish wrap like Time and Newsweak. However, sometimes we are treated to a story that not only confirms our worst thoughts about the media, but shows us that “It’s worse that we thought!”—complete with climate alarmist horror.

Der Spiegel, a sort-of Time magazine of Angela Merkel’s Islamo-Reich, recently had to fire one of its reporters for malpractice. It appears that he was exposed as a fraud who simply made up stories, aka lies, and passed it all off as news. Naturally, it was all “news” that supported the liberal-left program and portrayed all conservatives and right-wingers as uneducated and stupid.

Claas Relotius, the journalist in question, had been to the US to do some “investigative journalism”, aka produce more lies, on rural America (Fergus Falls, Minn.), Trumpland, just after the 2016 election. Breitbart has all the gory details.

But the real thing is this: Relotius had, for nearly ten years, been supplying his concoctions to all and sundry as “news”. Of course, how many “investigative journalists” actually checked what he said? None, of course, because modern journalism is just left-wing propaganda—it has nothing to do with reporting news.

What broke the case was two eagle-eyed and diligent Fergus Falls residents who actually read what Relotius has written about their home town and saw that it was all lies. Their exposure was a work of actual journalism, and beautifully done at that. I won’t repeat it, you should read the whole thing [here].

Der Spiegel’s management whined:

Claas Relotius committed his deception intentionally, methodically and with criminal intent. For example, he included individuals in his stories who he had never met or spoken to, telling their stories or quoting them. Instead, he would reveal, he based the depictions on other media or video recordings. By doing so, he created composite characters of people who actually did exist but whose stories Relotius had fabricated. He also made up dialogue and quotes.

Further, the Grauniad reported:

Earlier this month, he won Germany’s Reporterpreis (Reporter of the Year) for his story about a young Syrian boy, which the jurors praised for its “lightness, poetry and relevance”. It has since emerged that all the sources for his reportage were at best hazy, and much of what he wrote was made up.

And guess who awarded this clown the “Journalist of the Year 2014”? None other than America’s premier Fake News Network—CNN!

One would call them all the “gutter press”, but that would be insulting to gutters that actually provide a useful service in this world.

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