PROGS AND DOOLITTLES

An uniquely insightful slab of meat

by James Lawrence

I must confess to a certain unedifying, if only occasional, habit: poring over the stories of people who got themselves hurt or killed through breathtaking displays of stupidity. Such online rubber-necking is popularly catered for by the Darwin Awards website; but I tend to find more cause for morbid fascination in the antics of a class of people who might be termed 'Doolittles'.

The Doolittle, as the name suggests, is a person who thinks that he or she can make friends with dangerous wild animals. A common pattern is for the Doolittle to experience a long run of luck with this unwise show of affection, which gives rise to an inner conviction of his or her "special connection" with the predatory species of choice, before the fantasy is dispelled in a few violent moments and with a great deal of blood. Unfortunately, what might be a case of individual natural deselection often results in the death or injury of sane bystanders, for Doolittles are hardly shy about dragging other people into their lunacy.

THE LAY OF SIR DUNCELOT

A Spenserian Tribute to the
Making of the Male Feminist

by James Lawrence

In modern times, when all is parody,
And knights and ladies few and far between,
One sighs to see the fall of chivalry
And courtship turned to purposes obscene;
But still the noble sentiment is seen
(Although, reciprocated, maybe not)
In youthful fellows, virginal and green,
Just like the hero of our present plot:
Though Duncan he was born, we’ll call him Duncelot.

THE 'SPORTSBALL' SNEER

by Andy Nowicki

To make an allusion to a certain hairy-fairy poet of celebratory bombast and glorified deviancy (no, not Milo), every mass movement can be said to “contain multitudes.” Such a circumstance is inevitable, when one considers the fact that “mass” invariably equates to “massive”; when more people are added to a group, that which could be called the group’s essential core is in some way diluted by the result.

Thus, the would-be leaders of any burgeoning movement inevitably wind up imposing, or at least prescribing, with a heavy dollop of “extreme prejudice,” a certain top-down set of precepts or attitudes, to which those in the general herd (that is, the would-be underlings under these would-be leaders) feel a need to conform, lest they be ridiculed for the ridiculous gesture of standing alone with their hideously contrary views and looking like a bunch of uncool, uncouth, autistic fedora-clad goofballs who most assuredly never get laid. 

RAPE CULTURE

by Alex Fontana

"Throughout history, rape during war has been commonplace, even encouraged. Homer's Iliad opens with an argument between the Greek warriors Agamemnon and Achilles over possession of women seized during the Trojan War. In Biblical times, warriors also considered women spoils of war; they treated women as livestock, children, and other property in a conquered city. Biblical law told warriors that they ‘may take these as plunder ... [a]nd you may use the plunder the Lord your God gives you from your enemies.’"
Danise Aydelott, Mass Rape During War: Prosecuting Bosnian Rapists Under International Law, pp. 585-631]

Womenfolk have long been regarded as the spoils of war. Cologne, Rotherham, and countless other contemporary instances of Muslim gang rapes of European women tell us that the liberal project and feminism have failed, that women are not interchangeable with men; that the Open Society has failed.