Douglas Mercer
In 1990 degenerate freak Judith Butler published an evil book called Gender Trouble in which she set forth the idea that there was no such thing as “biological sex,” and replaced “sex” with “gender,” thus perpetrating yet another Jewish sleight of hand.
Butler was born in Ohio to a family of Jews from Hungary and Russia, and as a teen she attended Hebrew school where she/he/it/they/them first got “training in philosophy.”
In her notorious book Butler postulated that something called “gender” was a fictional creation, and that one could be free of Nature, and be “whatever one wanted to be.”
Freak, as specified.
For this book, and other Jewish yeoman’s work of subversion and perversion, Butler has been lavished with every award it is possible to give a “scholar.”
Wikipedia tells us that “in 1993, they [sic] began teaching at the University Of California at Berkeley as the Maxine Elliot Professor in the Department of Comparative Literature and the Program Of Critical Theory and they [sic] is also the Hannah Arendt Chair at the European Graduate School.”
In this Jewish and foul-smelling sentence, “they” is Butler. There’s only one of her (thank god!) but, in today’s Newspeak, she’s a “they.”
Butler has also been fawned all over and given money by the Guggenheims and the Mellons, and is a “Fellow” of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, an institution which has obviously gone to something much owrse than the dogs.
But, more than any of this, Judith Butler is the philosopher of our age.
If you don’t believe me, think about the fact that, when I was growing up, when you filled out almost any form, you were asked your sex and you checked or put down “M” or “F.”
But now you are never asked your sex — you are asked your “gender.” And there is more and more often an arcane and ever-expanding menu of “genders” to choose from, though the most appropriate terms, “weirdo” and “pervert” and “lunatic,” are excluded for some reason.
And that, sir, is what you call a revolution.
Revolutions in norms, customs, and mores always precede the political, because they go to the heart of every matter; they suffuse our everyday lives.
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In the old days, when a man habitually donned female garments we just called him an oddball or a transvestite and left him alone, but no longer. Now you never hear the word “transvestite” — it has been scratched out of the language and our consciousness, and the confused cross-dressers are now kitted out with their own ideology of “oppression” and “heroism,” and given special government “protection.”
You might say they’re dressed to kill.
One reason the detritus and their protectors are so insistent that biological sex is fictional is that they know that Nature herself is their mortal enemy, and therefore they want to abolish Nature — and abolish human nature. If nothing is “normative” or natural, then “anything goes”; if human nature is infinitely malleable and plastic then there will be no limits to the psychological conditioning of the population.
Therefore, there will be, and can be, no limit to their tyranny.
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But amidst all this depravity there is some good news on the horizon.
Recently part-Samoan congressional maverick (and religious maverick; she adheres to a non-Abrahamic sect of modern Hinduism) Tulsi Gabbard put forward a bill (The Protect Women’s Sports Act) that would bar federal funds to any school that allows transgender or non-binary (whatever that is) students to compete in sports with actual certifiable bona fide females (remember them?).
Which makes a lot of sense. Imagine if your daughter was a gifted runner and she came up through the little grades a champion. But by the time she makes it to the state finals, she runs her best time ever only to look up and see that a man in a sports bra and a wig is jumping up and down. He’s jumping because he just came across the finish line 100 feet ahead of your daughter.
If you’re a healthy person, you’d be mad as Hell. If you’ve been brainwashed by the propaganda, you’d tell your daughter that nothing stops progress, certainly not something as insubstantial as a young girl’s hopes and dreams.
Naturally all the creeps were aghast at Gabbard. “Civil rights activist” Charlotte Clymer said Gabbard had authored a “blatantly transphobic” piece of legislation. They dug up some sensible things she, and even her father, said about sexuality way back in the Dark and Evil America of fifteen or twenty years ago.
In America today you can never live it down if you once had a lick of sense. And you see how it is now. What used to be considered either mortal sins or clinically deviant aberrations have now become “human rights.”
Welcome to the pink dystopia.
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All this reminds me, too, how some kids in grade school now are being routinely paraded to the physician’s office by their fashionable parents to be given hormone blockers — thus irreparably damaging them. And if in the 1970s some Jew had floated the fiction that at Treblinka or some other made-up place Joseph Mengele had been doing just that, the good and right-thinking people of this world would have shuddered in horror and said, that’s the evil of anti-Semitism.
And the kids who suffer this fate at the hands of doctors and parents are truly victims; they can’t consent to this. Their parents have no more right to consent to this abomination than they have to “consent” to have their children turned over to Ghislaine Maxwell. Indeed, in Hungary, Viktor Orban has banned all such “transitions” for minors. But the American Medical Association is fully on board with these ghoulish mutilations. It is they — not the traduced and innocent physicians of National Socialist Germany — who are now the real doctors of death.
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But, despite the outrage of many decent folk, the Jews and their mental and financial captives are doing everything in their power to ensure that, in our brave new future, in ever-increasing numbers, girls will be boys and boys will be girls. With one important exception, of course: Neither girl-boys nor boy-girls will be able to have children. And that was the main point all along.
They are now doing to the sexes what they previously did to the races: making them disappear.
Our only solace is that, as a Roman poet once wisely warned us, if you mess with Nature she’ll return brandishing a pitchfork.
If you look closely, you can see her in the distance trudging toward us; she’s being escorted by a phalanx of armed and angry men, all of them bearing flaming torches and wearing the sign of the rune.
