It’s been a horrible year, basically, for everyone. Obviously some more than others. I get that. And I can’t even look out of the window without seeing some idiot walking down an abandoned street wearing a muzzle. I live opposite a school. Some parents are making their tiny children wear them. “What a great childhood! I remember having cloth over half my face most of the time.”
This is Nova Scotia. We’re not exactly Covid central.
I spent most of the summer in bed (something else, I think/hope I’m fine now) and the experience seems to have rendered me a bit morbid. I am now, without exaggeration, convinced that if Justin (Totally Not Fidel Castro’s Son) said that cars should start “social distancing” because maybe they breathe or something half these people would be doing that exact thing an hour later. Because Science!
I hit a wall two days ago when I staggered out of bed a bit hungover in a bad mood and found this in the dining room.
My mother subscribes. Whether she pays or not I don’t have the calories to investigate.
I didn’t make it past page one, although I have perused this mag before. I mean, they have a regular contributor priest called Something MacDonald who has a beard and is slightly whiter than Fauxcahontas Warren (which is saying something) and is pretending to be Indian. Because it’s usually “Native Native First Nations Native” with these guys, except when it’s “Black Black Black”.
I thought Anglicanism was supposed to be a religion.
Just look at this thing.
What gets me is that everyone involved, by which I mean the subjects, the writers, the editors, the publishers, the subscribers, every single person except possibly the postman is completely full of it. There’s a South African priest whose profile is headlined ‘We can name the evil that is racism’. How trailblazing. How original. Gosh, I bet they all stood up and applauded at your courage! I wonder if he can do anything else. Other than denounce Israel (can’t be bothered to look it up but I assume). And then there’s some chick who claims that she “…still remembers conversations from a church she attended years ago. The congregation constantly associated whiteness with purity and goodness, and darkness with evil. They talked about people being “washed white” from the blackness of sin.” Apparently this was “hurting me, it is damaging to my soul.”
If that’s true then she’s a mental case, and if it’s not true (which would be my guess) she’s a liar and a talentless drama-queen. Or, best case scenario, a good con artist. But I’m basically cool with her. I don’t have too many talents myself. It’s the ageing “Anglican” or “United” or whichever denomination creeps who listen to her speeches and congratulate themselves on how wonderfully un-racist and woke etc. they are who make me sick. She’s a pet to them. She’s miss “Blackity-black-black-black” who massages their ridiculous egos. Has she mentioned in the last 20 seconds that she’s black?
I hope so. Otherwise, what’s the point of her to these low IQ egomaniacs pretending to be religious leaders?
I remember P.J. O’Rourke – not, recently, a hero of mine – writing years ago that he was in the Philippines, listening to the state broadcaster, and palpably, physically felt that he couldn’t get “the hum of bullshit” out of his ear. That’s how I feel now.
I’m willing to believe that none of these people are exactly geniuses, but some of them have to be human enough to have some glimmer of self-awareness. Yet they do this anyway. Bastards.
