Taki Magazine / The Week That Perished

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The Week That Perished
by Takimag April 14, 2019
The Week That Perished
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Julian Assange
The Week’s Stingiest, Mingiest, and Whingiest Headlines

JULIAN ASSANGE ARRESTED
Master hacker and exotic dancer Julian Assange has been holed up in London’s Ecuadorian Embassy since 2012 when they offered him refuge from some rather flimsy rape charges regarding a 2010 incident in Sweden.

Now the Ecuadorians have sent him kicking and screaming into the hands of police officers who hauled him into court to face charges for skipping bail in the UK. He was then slapped with a US extradition request for hacking an estimated 750,000 classified documents. He is expected to face further charges in the US for espionage, a crime that carries a potential 20-year sentence.

As fate would have it, his arrest came one day after Assange’s Wikileaks website released a trove of documents accusing Ecuador of an “extensive spying operation” and a month after the IMF approved a $4.2 billion aid package from Washington to Ecuador. Officials accused Assange of being a stinky and combative tenant who was prone to smearing feces on the walls. To be fair to the Ecuadorians, Assange does look like he’s aged 40 years since being holed up in their Embassy and bears the appearance of a man who smells terrible.

Airheaded tit monster Pamela Anderson, who claims to have had a sexual relationship with Assange while he was in captivity, went on Twitter to accuse Ecuador of expelling Assange because he “exposed” them. She also accused the UK of being “America’s bitch” and that they “need a diversion from your idiotic Brexit bullshit.”

You may want to take it down a notch, Pam. You’re not helping.

THOSE WACKY RAPPERS AND THEIR KOOKY DEATH THREATS
A long time ago, Chuck D from black nationalist hip-hop group Public Enemy said that “rap is black America’s CNN,” which would make sense if CNN anchors were constantly threatening to slit bitches’ throats and shoot people between the eyes over the slightest sign of disrespect.

A 26-year-old Florida rapper named Christopher Maurice McCallum—he really needs to work on the name there if he ever wants to sell records—has been arrested and charged with threatening a mass shooting after he posted lyrics on Facebook threatening to “catch you at a Gator game and shoot the whole campus up.”

Other rappers are throwing their support behind the legal appeals process for Mayhem Mal, née Jamal Knox, who was arrested in 2012 after police found a loaded gun and fifteen bags of heroin in his car. Shortly after his arrest, Mr. Mal released a rap track threatening the two officers who’d busted him—and naming them in his song. He was subsequently jailed for making terroristic threats. His defenders claim the legal system and “society” simply don’t understand hip-hop and that the lyrics aren’t meant to be taken seriously, even though, you know, he mentioned the two cops by name.

French rapper Nick Conrad has been punished—if you could call it that—with a suspended fine for a video he made called “Hang White People” that shows Conrad kidnapping, torturing, and hanging a white man. It also contains the lyrics “I go to the nurseries, I kill the white babies. Catch them quick and hang their parents!” As with Mayhem Mal, Conrad and his supporters are claiming that white people are taking it all way too seriously because they are racists who don’t understand or even attempt to appreciate the deep nuances and complexities of black culture.

NHS STAFFERS QUIT OVER TRANNY-KID PROGRAM
In 2010, 94 British children were referred to the Gender Identity Development Service clinic for possible counseling as to how to poison themselves with hormones and delude themselves that they are anything other than the gender in which they were born.

“Are you starting to feel that they’re just messing with our heads?”
Last year, over 2,500 children were referred, and at least five clinicians have resigned, claiming that gender conversion therapy for children is scientifically untested and potentially dangerous. According to one of the clinicians, all of whom are unnamed:

I felt for the last two years what kept me in the job was the sense there was a huge number of children in danger. I was there to protect children from being damaged….This experimental treatment is being done on not only children, but very vulnerable children.

Carl Heneghan of the University of Oxford underlines the idea that none of this gender voodoo has been established as safe or even efficient:

Given paucity of evidence, the off-label use of drugs in gender dysphoria treatment largely means an unregulated live experiment on children.

The message is clear: The only reason one would object to using children as sexual guinea pigs is because one is blinded by irrational hatred.

TEACHER SUSPENDED FOR READING JAMES BALDWIN ALOUD
Philip Adamo is a professor at Augsburg University in Minneapolis. He was recently suspended for reading the following sentence from James Baldwin’s The Fire Next Time aloud in class:

You can only be destroyed by believing that you really are what the white world calls a nigger.

Pardon our unbearable whiteness, but that sounds harsher toward white people than toward The Blacks.

Regardless, word spread like racial wildfire among students that Adamo had said the “N” word in class. The next day, students requested that Adamo leave the class, which he did while additional students filled the classroom. Adamo tried to justify his behavior via emails, but it was too late. He was suspended.

He has subsequently apologized and pretended that even mentioning the word causes “harm,” but as anyone who is familiar with leftist totalitarianism knows, attempting to compromise or apologize will only make them sink in their talons deeper.

MAN FINED FOR REFERRING TO A MALE AS A “MALE”
A Canadian Christian preacher who is so blinded by hate that he actually thinks that men are men and women are women has been fined $55,000 for referring to a biological male as a “biological male.”

Last month, a woman in England received a knock on the door by police after she identified a child based on the, er, gender it was assigned at birth. This sort of thing happens again and again on that tiny soggy island that ruled the planet a mere century ago.

Starting in 2015, New York City legalized fines of up to a quarter-million dollars for the crime of calling a boy a boy. In Oregon, a teacher received a $60,000 settlement in 2016 after accusing his/her/its associates of refusing to submit to the delusion that it somehow had swapped out the gender that Mother Nature had given it.

Are you starting to feel that they’re just messing with our heads?

LESBIANS SEEK SPLIT FROM OTHER QUEER GROUPS
Everyone knows that lesbians are the most unpleasant people in the world and that if they truly enjoyed being with other women, they’d smile every once in a while.

As further proof that they can’t get along with anyone, some especially mouthy carpet-munchers are now urging their muff-lickin’ sistas to reject the rest of the “LGBT” community. A self-described “lesbian feminist activist” who has given herself the edgy name of “Angela Wild” rails against the gays, the bisexuals, and the trannies in a rant called “Lesbians need to get the L out of the LGBT+ community.” She claims that the male-to-female trannies, sometimes with penises intact and pointed in her direction, are forcing her to have sex with them under the ruse that it is authentic lesbianism:

Our research findings show that lesbians are under huge pressure within their LGBT+ groups to accept transwomen as sexual partners so as not to be labelled as trans-exclusionary radical feminists – or Terfs – and subsequently excluded by their GBT groups.

Lesbians who responded to our survey also reported experiencing sexual violence from transwomen ranging from online grooming, domestic and sexual violence as part of a relationship, sexual harassment, sexual assault (including in women’s toilets), coercion and rape.

Ms. Wild also claims that lesbos who refuse to have sex with trannies are being called “transphobic bigots” and “Nazis” who should be “dragged out by our saggy tits.”

We have no comment. We just want these dizzy broads to keep catfighting.

STUDY: SEXY WOMEN MAKE OTHER WOMEN VIOLENT
Living in a white supremacist patriarchy as we do, we are endlessly sold the debunked trope that women are something less than innocent goddesses and that they are often manipulative and malicious, especially toward one another.

A recently published study called “Aggression Toward Sexualized Women Is Mediated by Decreased Perceptions of Humanness” only serves to perpetuate such destructive myths:

Researchers have argued that the regulation of female sexuality is a major catalyst for women’s intrasexual aggression….Results showed that women rated another woman lower on uniquely human personality traits when she was dressed in a sexualized (vs. conventional) manner. Lower humanness ratings subsequently predicted increased aggression toward her in a behavioral measure of aggression. This effect was moderated by trait intrasexual competitiveness; lower humanness ratings translated into more aggression, but only for women scoring relatively high on intrasexual competition.

In other words, if women encounter another woman whom they suspect may be sexually attractive to men, they will dehumanize her in order to feel completely righteous about clawing out her eyeballs.

H. L. Mencken once defined a misogynist as “a man who hates women as much as women hate one another,” but his views can be discounted because he was not only a confirmed misogynist but also a card-carrying anti-Semite.

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American Conservative
Coming Home: Tradition and My Hometown
Michael De Sapio

The beauty of one’s home, neighborhood, and community is easy to forget, especially in an age as transient and rootless as ours. Yet, it’s in the quiet moments or on a historic occasion in your hometown that you are pulled back to consider the things that surround you. “Coming home” is an important process of the mind, allowing us to see the mysticism in the ordinary.

In 1921, G.K. Chesterton went on a grand speaking tour of the United States. A year later, he wrote about his experiences in What I Saw in America. The book is full of keen observations, but one of my favorite passages is one where Chesterton compares two great American cities. For him, Philadelphia breathed the ethos of tradition, while New York embodied the buzz of constant novelty and heedless excitement—a visual contrast of stately Federal classicism versus looming skyscrapers:

It is at least as possible for a Philadelphian to feel the presence of Penn and Franklin as for an Englishman to see the ghosts of Alfred and Becket. Tradition does not mean a dead town; it does not mean that the living are dead but that the dead are alive. It means that it still matters what Penn did two hundred years ago; I could never feel in New York that it mattered what anyone did an hour ago.

Chesterton’s tour also took him to Boston, Baltimore, and Washington, D.C. on the east coast, and St. Louis and Nashville in the south.

I don’t know if, while visiting our nation’s capital, Chesterton made a side-trip to my hometown of Alexandria, Virginia. But if he had, I like to think he would have been mightily pleased. Walking the streets of Old Town, you enter into communion with the country’s colonial and Revolutionary past—the same sensation you get in Philadelphia or Boston, but on a much more intimate scale.

You feel this especially during the city’s Presidents’ Day festivities, which are concluding as I write. George Washington veritably haunts Alexandria: Mount Vernon, the estate he built and lived in is here, as are a number of places he frequented—including Christ Church, where he worshiped, and Gadsby’s Tavern, where he dined and danced (as did Thomas Jefferson and the Marquis de Lafayette). In the month of February you can see the youthful Pater Patriae inhabiting the town in the person of an excellent reenactor (I have never been able to find out his name; he never comes out of character). George Washington is our Santa Claus, and his gentlemanly benevolence radiates forth as he walks the cobblestone streets and alleyways recounting anecdotes to visitors. Chesterton’s notion of the dead being alive is realized in Alexandria around Presidents Day.

Alexandria was a trade center and seaport during Washington’s lifetime and for a long time after, and Market Square at the center of town is a remnant of this; nowadays, you can buy farmers’ produce there on Saturday mornings. Continuing down toward the Potomac River waterfront, where torpedoes were built during World War II, one finds the tranquility of restful waters—a world apart from the buzz of Washington, D.C., even though a stone’s throw from it.

On the same side of town is St. Mary’s Church, Virginia’s first Catholic parish. It was built on the initiative of George Washington’s aide-de-camp, John Fitzgerald, and with a financial contribution from Washington himself. In 2018 St. Mary’s was declared a minor basilica, an honor which gives me great pride. Washington’s own place of worship was, as mentioned, Christ Episcopal Church, where you can sit for a spell in his pew.

The town changes hues and guises with the seasons. In Spring, when you will be reading this, it seems to breathe the freshness of the nation’s youngest days. In December—the time of a parade celebrating the city’s Scots heritage—it takes on a Dickensian aura as oil lamps burn outside Victorian row houses. In summer it is often sweltering, much to my chagrin (the area used to be a swamp and still feels like it). My favorite is fall, when the foliage sparkles against the brick buildings and some avenues seem positively Parisian.

Alexandria has a pleasant, small-scale cultural life. I enjoy attending concerts and lectures at the Lyceum, a venerable Greek Revival building at the center of town. It was built in the 1830s as a library, cultural and scientific center, later serving as a hospital ward for wounded soldiers during the Civil War.

Presiding like a beacon over the city is the imposing George Washington Masonic Memorial, whose architecture carries a hint of Alexandria, Egypt to Alexandria, Virginia (it was modeled after the Pharos of Alexandria, one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World). After hiking up the long steps of the Memorial, you are rewarded with an impressive bird’s-eye view of the city by which you can see clear down to the Potomac River. At that moment Alexandria appears not as a sprawling suburb but a small town, and something like a doll’s house.

Sitting on Market Square on a fair-weather day, gazing upon the gabled roofs of the Federal and Georgian buildings, I am carried away from our harried age. I ponder the idea of the antique, which Chesterton discusses in his book, and how it applies to America. Chesterton says he finds the same “historic emotion” in Philadelphia and Boston as he finds in Greece and Rome. He further implies that this emotion is one that Americans themselves do not appreciate, supposing that it exists only in the Old World. One often hears the truism that America’s history is short, and while that may be true in a strictly numerical sense, our history has great evocative power, and it can be revisited through the magic of place and architecture.

There is another wonderful line of Chesterton’s, from Orthodoxy, about how he went the length of the world, then realized that he had arrived back home where he started. The beauty of one’s home, neighborhood, and community is easy to forget, especially in an age as transient and rootless as ours. It’s in the quiet moments or on a historic occasion that you are pulled back to consider the things that surround you. “Coming home” is an important process of the mind, allowing us to see the mysticism in the ordinary.

Of course, it helps if you live in a place that gives rise to such thoughts. It is a blessing not to live amid high-rise apartments and steel-and-glass office buildings. The sense of tradition that comes from living in a historic town—a town that has retained its history—fills one with appreciation, yet also with longing for things that are long past and irretrievable on this earth, except through the power of the imagination. Yet by delving deep down into your home, you come up with unexpected riches—and the assurance of being where you belong.

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Editor’s Note: The featured image is “Bird’s Eye View of Alexandria, Va.” (1863) by Charles Magnus (1826-1900), courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.