Monthly Archives: June 2014
[Or: “Alternative Birthstyle”]
Ryan:(drunk) Sorry…. no no, go go go. Songs of the Chiropractor go back many a many years.
Ryan:Yes they were. And I know as a young black child growing up in the Bronx, none was more popular to me than that boogie-woogie hit, “Is That A Bulging Disc Or Are You Just Happy To See Me?”
Wasn’t it just yesterday that I was saying something about progressives having a “pseudo-intellectual worldview and love of scientific sounding formulas over empirical reality?”
I should have said “terms” instead of “formulas.” With formulas, there’s at least one or two numbers involved, which can be held to some sort of empirical, double-checking standard. Terms sound authoritative and don’t leave the little cracks where factualism can seep in.
Today’s fake-authoritative terminology is “infant gender assignment” –
Obstetricians, doctors, and midwives commit this procedure on infants every single day, in every single country. In reality, this treatment is performed almost universally without even asking for the parents’ consent, making this practice all the more insidious. It’s called infant gender assignment: When the doctor holds your child up to the harsh light of the delivery room, looks between its legs, and declares his opinion: It’s a boy or a girl, based on nothing more than a cursory assessment of your offspring’s genitals.
Because, as everybody knows, doctors have secret special words that magically make their opinions into concrete reality.
It’s getting harder and harder out there for a pseudointellectual pimp. The race to set oneself apart as “enlightened” by discovering deeper and deeper levels of fauxlosophy is barreling toward the horizon at full speed and shows no signs of a finish line.
Hat tip to Bookworm
Bugs calls a square-dance tune… [and] redefines the courtship ritual of the dance — a means of channeling and controlling sexual energy — into a fiercely homoerotic ballet.
A Slate article claiming that “Looney Tunes” cartoons were far more brutal than we remember them. James Lileks at National Review concedes the issue, upon the condition that “you’ve had your sense of humor surgically removed, and replaced with an oversized gland that produces chemicals responsible for compulsive frowning.”
What Slate completely missed, and Lileks zeroes in on, is that apparently progressives ran rampant at Warner Brothers studios. Lileks continues, pointing out that the same episode, “Duck! Rabbit, Duck!”
…contains messages that should hearten the heart of a Slate writer, for it contains a very modern message about identity. As you may recall, the plot concerns Fudd’s confusion over which season it is: Wabbit, or Duck? The signage is confusing. Daffy self-identifies as a duck, and this being the ’40s, he is locked in a fixed identity, a product of a culture that says if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck it is a duck. But as we now know, “species” is as fluid as any other form of identity.
And that’s something Bugs reveals in a very subversive sequence. Daffy uses colloquial expressions to describe his mood, noting that he feels like a goat. Whereupon Bugs produces a sign that says it is Goat Season. Fudd unloads accordingly. It may look like violence. But it’s really acceptance. If Daffy says he is a goat then he is a goat. He may suffer the consequences, but Fudd has affirmed his statement of identity. Over the course of the cartoon Daffy identifies with various species, and in each instance Bugs has an appropriate placard to nudge Fudd toward accepting the fluid spectrum on which Daffy may choose to locate himself.
Half a century before Facebook’s 57 genders, Warner Brothers was laying the groundwork.
Read the entire piece, and wonder, “How many times did Bugs do himself up in drag again…?”
Speaking of groundwork…. WB cartoons clearly revealed their pseudo-intellectual worldview and love of scientific sounding formulas over empirical reality throughout the “Foghorn Leghorn” cartoons, where the title character was often shown up by the runty, bespectacled Egghead Jr. –
It’s been 22 years since the last amendment to the Constitution took effect, but Senate Democrats are hoping to alter the nation’s founding document once again… Despite that seemingly insurmountable hurdle, Senate Democrats are forging ahead with a plan to bring S J Res 19 to the floor.
This resolution would add a 28th Amendment, stating that Congress can regulate contributions and spending in federal elections. It would also give state governments the same authority in statewide contests.
Yet another example of the short-sightedness of liberals/leftists/progressives, or whatever they’re calling themselves this week. Democrats may succeed in regulating money in elections for now, but they can’t stay in power forever. Eventually – or sooner, the way this administration is running things (into the ground) – the Republicans will be in charge again.*
It’s the same lack of foresight that animates all their “living Constitution” moments. Do they really want to build a weapon and then have it turned back against them later on? By the unenlightened minions of Satan, no less?
Perhaps they thought a shift in American demographics will favor the Democrats for a few decades before they needed to worry about it. For a while there, I may have grudgingly agreed with them, but the last year or two seem to indicate that they’re slipping down to the end of their rope.
* I know, I know, it depends on the Republicans somehow overriding their hardwired instinct for running an easy touchdown through the wrong goalposts.