‘Phobia’ just means ‘fear of’. ‘Islamophobia’ therefore, is the fear of Islam. But Islam is not a group of people, a race or an ethnicity. It is just a religion. A religion is a set of ideas, so Islam is an ideology.
It is reasonable to fear an ideology that calls on its followers to kill you and destroy your culture; so why does ‘Islamophobia’ have special status? Why are people deliberately shamed into not stating that they are afraid of Islam and what it instructs its benighted followers to do to them?
Why should Islamophobia be reviled, when it is actually the only intelligent position to take? Is self-preservation a bad thing? Is it wicked to want to protect a culture that you are justly proud of? Is it wrong to want to protect yourself and your children from a 9th-century travesty of lies and delusions fabricated by an evil warlord whose closest modern equivalent is Adolf Hitler?
Islamophobia is not only a reasonable fear, it is also the only intelligent and rational position to take.
In the aftermath of the seismic shock surrounding Donald Trump’s success in the US Presidential elections, it seems a good time to explain why his election was a good thing. Nearly all comment has so far devolved to the domestic consequences, within the US itself. However, over 96% of the world’s population didn’t get to vote in that election, but are nevertheless critically affected by it. The US is the Global Policeman; we have an interest.
So let’s look at things from a different perspective, shall we? From that of we non-USicans who yet shiver at its nuclear sabre-rattling.
Before the Second World War, the US had been isolationist. This attitude — that what happened elsewhere in the world was none of Washington’s business — was proposed by politicians, by media moguls like WR Hearst and even by military leaders. Continue reading “Eisenhower and the Global Policeman”
Barack Obama has been a disastrous President. Look at the history: Libya, turned from a functioning state into a non-state. Syria, turned from a functioning state into a non-state. All across the Islamic world, stable governments have been cast down by terrorist, Islamist insurrections, fomented by the Muslim Brotherhood and supported by Obama.
He has stirred up a hornet’s nest outside its borders but the US refuses, as always, to either accept the blame or resolve the problems it has caused. The entire Muslim world is now in flames and that is entirely the fault of Barack Obama, assisted, lest we forget, by Hillary Clinton. Continue reading “Obama: a history of disaster”
Jonathan Pie saying exactly what needs to be said and perfectly summing up the reasons why Tornface Trump will be the next President of the US. The millennialist ‘left’ did this. It’s all on them.
Culpability for Trump lies fair and square on the doorstep of regressive leftists and millennial SJWs who live in social-media echo chambers. All they can hear is their own voices parroting mantras pump-fed into them by Foucauldian Post-Modernists masquerading as ‘thinkers’.
They go to universities where points of view that oppose their bizarre concept of reality are suppressed, so that they don’t have to learn how to think. They ban anyone from speaking with whose ideas they disagree and live in a tiny bubble where they hear only that which they want to hear. When the truth bursts in, all they can do is suck their comfort blanket and bleat — or smash up the nursery. Continue reading “The millennialist left gave us Trump”
A shaken world wakes up this morning to see Donald Trump as President-elect of the United States.
Naturally, ‘liberal’ motor-mouths and rent-a-quotes are already giving it laldy about how awful it is that a man like Trump could win.
I agree: Trump is awful; Trump is a boor; Trump is a misogynistic, sexist pig. He’s an oligarch, a perfect exemplar of USican morality — that is, he has none — and none too fucking bright, to put it mildly. His is the ideal face of Capitalism: dumb, self-interested, amoral and greedy. Continue reading “Trump Thanks Spoiled Brat Millennials Latest”
On Saturday it was Bonfire Night in Blighty. Yes, that spectacularly English version of the traditional festival at the onset of winter. While the rest of the world has Samhain, Hallowe’en, the Day of the Dead and others, the English celebrate a failed attempt to blow up the Houses of Parliament, otherwise known as the ‘Gunpowder Plot’.
Thirteen men, led by one Robert Catesby, smuggled 36 barrels of gunpowder into the vaults under the building. On the 5th of November 1605, Guy Fawkes was arrested attempting to light the fuse. Continue reading “A Bonfire of English Vanities”
I was reminded that it was the Day of the Dead by that delight, Google Calendar.
There is something deeply disturbing about social media; the dead live on through it. It turns out that the dead never really die nowadays; they live on in virtual reality, their pictures and their words floating forever in cyberspace.
I had a friend called Carol. I had never actually met her, but in a world where social media connect people across continents and oceans, that is not so unusual. We knew each other for over two years and the one time we were due to meet — in the same city at the same time — in the end I was unable to go. But she was still my friend and I looked forward to seeing her posts on Facebook, her jokes on Twitter, although they often had me scrambling for my Filipino dictionary. Carol, who was only 21, was getting her life together and she seemed happy, though, as ever, penniless. Continue reading “Day of the Dead: A time to remember”
When I was a child, madness was the most terrifying affliction I could imagine. The idea that I might not be able to control my own life was bad enough. But to think that I might be controlling it, yet in ways that my conscious mind would never allow, was enough to give me nightmares. The irrational unknown inside me was terrifying.
The notion that I might be someone other than the sane person I thought I saw, when I looked into the mirror, was simply horrific. The idea of losing rationality and, with it, my central core of me, that hub around which my life revolves, has always been more frightening than anything else I can think of.
Just to go over some ground regarding the thorny subject of non-trans autogynephilia (AGP) again, I thought I’d illustrate it with this charming chappy. Let me introduce Dave Muscato. As you can see, Dave is a man, and a dapper one at that. But Dave wants us all to believe he is a woman and call him madam. Dave even believes that just saying he is a woman causes his naughty parts to become girly ones. (See here for the first article on this topic.)
Now I grant you, this sort of fuckwittery could only come from the land of everything stupid, that carbuncle on the arse of civilisation known as the United States of USica. This is a place, where, apparently, 25% of the people think the sun revolves around the Earth, over 50% believe said Earth was created in six days by a flying fart on a cloud (question: how was there a cloud before the atmosphere was created? Oh, never mind) and an unknown number of fuckwits, er, people, think that just saying so can change your birth sex organs from male to female.
Autogynephilia is the primary stimulus for all non-homosexual male-to-female transsexualism. The original Blanchard definition was ‘a man’s propensity to be sexually aroused by the thought or image of himself as a woman.’ Others have defined it as, ‘love of oneself as a woman’. But not all men with autogynephilia present as women. They exhibit non-trans autogynephilia. They are important because they shed light on both MtF transsexualism and male homosexuality.
Non-trans autogynephilia at first seems paradoxical, but in fact, Blanchard predicted it. Amongst his possible types of autogynephilia is ‘behavioural’. In this, the man’s reward is not necessarily from dressing as a woman or from having a woman’s body parts, but from behaving as he thinks a woman would. In non-trans autogynephilia, one expression of this is a desire to have sex as a woman — in other words to be penetrated.
However there is another, much less well-known, sexualised reward available to the non-trans autogynephilic man. It may occur either with the desire to be penetrated, with others, or alone. This reward is that of being accepted as a woman. Continue reading “Non-trans autogynephilia — a vital clue.”