Dancing around an unpleasant reality is what politics are all about nowadays—Donald Trump excluded—with political correctness the enveloping cloud that hides truth and the facts. There are boundaries that are set by those faceless gray men and women none of us ever see, those who control the networks, the newspapers, and the academy, in other words the so-called elite, and woe to anyone who dares defy them. Our elected officials are the first to play this game, starting with the man who sleeps in the White House as I write.
Things have gotten so bad that biology has been replaced by chosen gender, with heavy penalties decreed for those who prefer the scientific interpretation of what is a man and what constitutes a woman. The great Roger Scruton calls it “transphobia,” just as “Islamophobia” is the excuse by our elite for the attitude that leads to mass murder and the enslavement of women. In reality, trans women are nothing but men with fetishes, and vice versa, and if anyone wishes to debate this, please go reproduce yourself first and then call me.
Which brings me to the Orlando tragedy and all the lies that have followed. My first question is, and I posed the same one after the Boston Marathon bombing, what the hell was this family of Afghan con men doing in this country anyway? Why was the father given TV time to spout lies? Why are we letting Chechens, Somalis, Afghans, Nigerians, and Eritreans—rather than the millions of Europeans I know are dying to immigrate—into the good old U.S. of A.?