Thanks to “the Meatriarchy” for sending this in:
Note that the two biggest fans of the song’s “message” are the two skinniest, whitest, prettiest girls:
James Fulford writes:
This is premodern thinking. Apparently women born in County Tyrone in 1869 couldn’t comprehend the Germ Theory of Disease, and neither could a Liberian—or a lot of current immigrants from primitive countries. (…)
Disease can come in on Mexican produce, without any immigrants at all, because of the lower standards of Mexican public health.
Of course, many of America’s food handling chores are now being done by people from these same foreign countries, so it now affects the American food industry.
Third World immigrants not only don`t understand the germ theory of disease, they may refuse to believe it even if we teach it to them.
McCallum’s friends in the media enforced a news blackout on the high profile case and the charges and trial were not reported on mainstream news sites, including the outcome of today’s hearing. Social Justice Activists maintained silence on the case. The last time GenderTrender reported on this case we were locked out of our blog by Automattic/Wordpress.com for over a week.
Transgender activists were concerned that the case would publicize the facts that most male transgenders do not undergo genital surgery, and that male transgenders commit violence against women- including sexualized violence- at exactly the same rates as non-transgender males.
Meanwhile, the stupid ex-wife speaks:
She said that she still loved McCallum and was disappointed by the community’s response:
I must say that it deeply saddens me that as a victim, my only public support has been from hate groups. I expected more from the LGBT and feminist community. It’s a shame that they can’t do the emotional work it requires to process that someone they love is capable of such an awful crime. That is their burden to carry, though.
Each show featured Marc dressed in spray-on trousers, languishing over a day-glo set of manmade fibres and shiny surfaces. Marc, the frequently ‘tired and emotional’ popstar, laced his introductions and performances with fayness, indolence, sardony and an otherworldliness bordering on the deeply spaced. Your host once tripped over a lead and fell off the stage, causing guest star David Bowie to ask, “Could we have a wooden box for Marc [to stand on]?”
A surprisingly dark and vicious entry in the middle-aged-actress horror boom of the period. What was shocking and melodramatic in 1964 still holds up today as an almost comically bleak social satire with monstrous mother Olivia deHavilland trapped in her private elevator while her world collapses around her. Banned in England for 36 years!
This is what I mean.
Susan L.M. Goldberg writes:
What Brittany Maynard is confronting is what we will all face at some point: the fear of death. To simplify her choice as “suicide” is to be ignorant of the unique circumstances she faces as a 29-year-old woman who thought she’d be bringing life into this world instead of preparing to depart from it. Moreover, to depict her as a spokeswoman for a “Culture of Death” is to be blind to the intrinsic fear motivating her actions. Jennifer Worth was right, there is no dignity in dying. But to understand that, you must first understand that there is no fear in death.
Were we still allowing patients to die naturally, instead of pumping them full of drugs, hooking them up to machines, and spending tens of thousands of dollars demanding that they live another day, would we be so afraid of death?
Perhaps that is why Maynard’s case is so controversial. Not because she is advocating for “dying with dignity,” but because her desire to die without grotesque medical intervention is an acknowledgement of the inevitable.
In cases like Maynard’s, “Dying with Dignity” is nothing more than prescribing a do-it-yourself Brompton Cocktail to those who don’t wish to drain their bank accounts in pursuit of a painful, prolonged death. Which means that, in a world where medicine is governed by greed, compassionate and respectful end-of-life care is now being left to the realm of D.I.Y.
I’d add that everyone has “the right to die.” People have been committing suicide since Day One.
I’m most troubled by people for whom this becomes a cause and a campaign, who want to be acknowledged by society as a kind of Rosa Parks of death.
They want legal and social sanction for their personal decision.
It’s a kind of passive aggressive, show-offy bullying disguised as enlightenment and compassion.
Spend your money, not mine — be it on staying alive or killing yourself.
Steve Sailer writes:
The notion that Gone Girl is influenced by comic books is not implausible. Flynn wrote movie reviews for Entertainment Weekly, and it’s hard for anyone these days not to be affected by the growing role of comic books in popular culture. Indeed, Flynn recently penned the short comic book Masks, about a vigilante army of housewives who take vengeance upon schoolkids who bully their children. In it, a concerned anchorman asks: “The Masked Mums’ crusade—Is it female empowerment on steroids … or helicopter parenting gone too far?”
Granted, the crime against her husband that Flynn has Amy craft so elaborately is silly, but Gone Girl is a lot less self-serious than director David Fincher’s earlier crime fantasy The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, which almost nobody noticed was insane.