~ SO I’M BANNED AGAIN– for another month (until May 23) from FaceBook all because I was cranky, and too blunt about muh slims. You know, “Ramadan Enthusiasts”. COFFCOFF.
Anyhow, I just watched a video on the new pro-homosexual EQUALITY UBER ALLES coins for Canada. Yes, “The True North Strong and Free” is becoming a colony of Clown-Land, where everything is bizarre, and nothing is fun.
Ignore the stagnant economy, the border crisis, the collapse of any ethics in Ottawa, the jobs situation, our poor international reputation, the floundering of Canada in the claws of China.. LOOK! GAY COINS! JUSTIN IS BEST GLORIOUS LEADER! FFS.
On the above video, I just commented:
Sadly, we are so far down the road of revolution & unfreedom, most people don’t even recognize it anymore. “Screw who & what you want– but pay your taxes, don’t question your betters, and keep your head down, or else!” Canada is no longer glorious or free, and people like Trudeau & the Canadian elites all the way back to Pearson have gotten us to this sad place.
Wake up. Read up. Pray up. Look after your friends & family. Prepare for terror & disaster, have a good EDC (Every Day Carry, including emergency phone apps).
Watch good vids, and try to wake up people around you. Me, I enjoy videos & articles by Mark Steyn, Vox Day, Joseph Sciambra, Paul Joseph Watson, Acts17Apologetics, Black Pigeon, Jason Bermas, The Amazing Polly. The truth is out there.
Me, I’m not going to handle gay coins, because of the death and suffering that way of life has caused over the past 45 years+ — how many more gay men need to sicken & die before we are allowed to question the sexual revolution’s effects on all of us, society, our kids, and the future?
The herd instinct & fear of being different keep many otherwise good people deep in the cycle of lies, but every little bit helps.
Canada is now Clown-land, people. Evil, demonic psycho-clowns.
YE APRIL FOOL’S DAY— just another of the innocent, funny, ordinary human things which will be banned, forbidden, and punished if the Utopitards or the Shariacs take over the ruins of Western Civilization. Enjoy.
If you’re lame enough to enjoy this blog, I’d recommend that you hit his subscribe button, and listen to Sargon’s take on nutty feminism, politics, the regressive Left (who just love him) his ‘This Week In Stupid’ feature, political correctness, and various topical and current-interest interviews well worth hearing.
His commentary make me brain more good. Yay!
As I said, aside from his religious views, he has a fine B.S. Meter, a decent historical sense, and a real courage in speaking his views firmly but fairly.
Give him a try, and let me know what you think in the comments! ~
UPDATE 2:#CurrentTruth… Ms. Sarkeesian, Attention-seeking feminist silencer & scam-arteeest, denies she wants to silence all the things which bother her, even though on repeated occasions, she’s said she wants to silence all the things which bother her. Evil skeptical man blogger is skeptical (see vid 9:52 ff.). Those expressing concern about her are part of a giant secret misogynist conspiracy, and proves anybody who questions here does so because we hate teh wimmins! Silly peoples– only her giant secret patriarchal conspiracy theory is allowed.
Lady wants what she wants, but she wants to look all heroic and innocent of anything vaguely bad. Gotcha. ‘Hypocrite’ is the term, invented by the ancient Greeks, I believe.
If anybody asked me to be part of a giant Twitter speech-police committee, I’d be tempted to says yes, but only to record the meetings, to broadcast them to the planet. Otherwise, no, because I’m not anybody’s overlord, and don’t wish to be.
UPDATE 1—Another blogger goes down to Evil Twitter? “Did Twitter’s Orwellian ‘Trust and Safety’ Council Get Robert Stacy McCain Banned? Prominent GamerGate figure clashed with council member Anita Sarkeesian. Now he’s gone.”
What he says: “This is why you can’t even state FACTS about these people on Twitter without being accused of “harassment.” Facts are harassment and truth is hate and Oceania Has Always Been at War With Eastasia. Sarkesian is anti-freedom because she is anti-truth. She and her little squad of soi-disant “feminists” are just hustlers looking for a free ride, and the only way they can get that ride is to silence anyone who speaks the truth about them and calls them out as the cheap bullshit artists they actually are.”
SHE IS A Canadian-educated daughter of immigrant Armenian parents, who has recently attained some interweb & UN fame and fortune.
She: Anita Sarkeesian is a Canadian-raised feminist ‘media critic’ currently residing in the U.S. She launched her Feminist Frequency blog in Canada, but later presided over part of the #GamerGate controversy, by weighing in against critics of ethical problems & political correctness in game journalism. As a graduate of the infamously hyper-progressive York University in Toronto (an MA in ‘Social and Political Thought‘) as well as California State University, she knows all the tropes and tricks in the social justice warrior playbook, and parlayed that into a cool million dollars of income over the past several years.
The Dark Lord Milo! Most ‘Dangerous Faggot’!
He: Milo Yiannopolis is an Englishman of Greek background, a homosexual, irreverent, and chatty conservative controversialist and ‘cultural libertarian’ who appears on Twitter, Breitbart, TV shows and media platforms to disassemble feminism, defend free speech, demonstrating that hard-Leftist progressive politics and culture are not mandatory for self-identified gay men.
As part of his “Dangerous Faggot” 2016 World Tour(dates & details here), Milo spoke on the Rutgers University campus on February 9th, to the usual attempts to shut down his speech by aggrieved “Black Lives Matter” activists. Some protesters had smeared their faces with red paint (which they left splattered on chairs, floors, and doors for the cleaning staff to deal with, no doubt). Tantrums, mess, and incivility matter!
The speech went ahead, after the rest of the crowd started chanting back at the disruptive BLM people “Trump! Trump! Trump!”, i.e., stuff your political correctness, we’re hear to listen to Milo, agree with him or not, so shut-up.
Some Rutgers Wah-Babies, February 2016
Behold typical neo-progressive campus activism: mischievous and disruptive bomb & death-threats, pulled fire alarms, angry mobs, screaming youth, and some cancelled events have become the new normal. This is just as most campuses in Europe and North America (such as Sarkeesian’s YorkU, Toronto) have become left-leaning toxic monocultures of progressivism, anti-semitism, soft-fascism, anti-Christianity, and a remarkable touchiness about even allowing words and ideas they dislike to be spoken on campus by students or profs, let alone at big events self-described by uppity and ‘Dangerous Faggots’.
Ideas? Thoughts? Discussion? Learning? Not so much. Hence Milo’s Ezra-esque and Steynian cheerful troublesomeness.
Yiannopolous started out as the ‘Breitbart Tech editor‘, but his fame (and the hatred directed toward him) grew as he journalistically took apart #GamerGate and feminist claims in various venues, to the point that his enemies recently protested his ‘Verified’ status on Twitter.. so the anti-free-speech Twits obediently de-verified him. Can’t have a ‘dangerous faggot’ interfering with the one-message Progressivist signal, can we?
The direction Twitter (and FaceBook) are trending in 2016 is uniformly progressive– towards editing, blocking, deleting, de-verifying, and otherwise interfering with non-Progressive groups, messages, and individuals. Of course, Mr. Yiannopolous has not stopped twittering, but the deverification means that his many online fans don’t automatically receive his tweets in their regular news-feed.
Thus Miss Sarkeesian’s invite to the Twitter Muzzle & Ban club fits where that social media platform wants to go: less dissent, less upsetting ideas, less free speech, less contrarian troublemaking– less stupid evil Milo & company. These are sad and alarming developments: some speech is freer than others; some ideas are more equal than others.
Ever since the fact-checking and talking back to establishment radicals hit with the invention of the public internet, various kinds of speech police have been working double-overtime to stuff the genie back into the bottle. Uncontrollable thought, open discussion, debunking, actual debate and disagreement?– it must be stopped.
So Miss Sarkeesian has chosen to be the poster-girl for Big Brother and Big Muzzle, via social media giants; and a thoughtful gay pest has stood up one of the latest poster-boys for the fightback, for freedom and rational debate in media, culture, on campuses, and no sacred cows allowed. Pay attention to his reasoned ideas now, before someone shoots him.
Dare we hope some less-than-soft-fascistic Canadian university invites Milo Yiannopolous to speak here, to fight back against the creeping morbidity of mind and politics which is even now re-freezing the Canadian mind and spirit? We could invite Sarkeesian, too, but we already have thousands upon thousands of copies of her in Women’s Studies Departments, feminist groups, and in government and bureaucracy (plus the Prime Minister’s Office) to think she’d really bring anything interesting or new. We helped inflict her on the world– surely we owe the world some balanced fact-checking?
I know whose side I’m standing on. How about you?
My name is Binks WebElf, and I self-identify as a cis-gendered male elf, except on Wombat Wednesdays, and “I’m A Tree, So Hug Me” month.
First, Binks is one of those mysterious super-indulgent grown-up gamers without a life whom Mr. McInnes just cannot fathom. I’ve been gaming off and on most of my teen and adult life: board games, D&D years ago, computer & some console gaming since then– yes, including the original ‘Pong’ (Zz). I have a life: games are recreation.
Second, I do get #GamerGate. It is more mainstream man-hating feminism trying to control all the things, because most gamer and game-designers are male, and teh mens doing man-things is always bad. Social Justice Warriors hate free people having fun, not minding the politics, and not bending the knee to the domineering ideology of political correctness.
What’s not to hate? ask the bullies. EXCEPT– the Left-wing fascists got stopped, pushed back, and given a bloody nose. #GamerGate is a little good news in the culture wars, and a defeat for totalitarian feminism.
And yet.. quoth the hipster:
“There’s a layer of patheticness here, though, that no-one is talking about: namely, I don’t care if video games are sexist or not sexist or politically correct. Video games are for little kids. Why are adults playing video games?”
There’s the question. Or, to be more precise, why are young men and adult men investing time in addictive fantasy worlds, recreated history, crusades and quests and valiant deeds, and rescuing princesses and fighting dragons, via the medium of video games? Hmm.
The other day I enjoyed an extended online speech by a writer & friend of Teh Binks, Sir Charles Coulombe, on the topic of chivalry. The older relation of the sexes called for pursuit & resistance; heroism, rescue, and triumph; men offering themselves in life-long marriage, and work, and child-rearing; roles were somewhat defined, and people knew something of where they were, how they stood. Men could be the knight & lord of their own home-castles.
Enter feminism– or, rather, the wrecking-ball of Marxism and statism against the family, man-woman unions, fatherhood and motherhood, children as the focus of energy and hope for the future, forms of chivalry and gentlemanliness alongside forms of ladylike behaviour and restraint. Enter also the state– intruding by tax and red tape and busybodiness into the family, the basic building block and foundation of Western life & freedom: some women have, in effect, married the state– husbands are optional.
Comes mass contraception, mass divorce, mass abortion, the ‘sexual revolution’, and the loss of all the rules, except that men are bad and yet must man up, and women are good and should act sexually like the worst sort of men until their biological clocks go ‘ding!’, and then marry & settle down and pop a few spawn out. Yay us.
Except.. where are the men?– even modern women have begun to wonder. The younger ones are staying away in droves from marriage, church, university, commitments, babies, and difficult careers. With the divorce laws against us, culture & media & politics captured by feminism, and with the bitter fruit of 50 years of ever more divorce unsettling us and the institution of marriage, many men are opting out. Going underground.
Perpetual teenhood is endemic, but not without decades of good reasons. Peter Pan is the eternal boy: so are we becoming, as a gender in the West, in our Never-Never Lands. After all, if you were a young guy: which would you rather?
(a) Yet another college-enforced talking-to about rape culture and how you should know that rape is very bad, and that you– as a male, are a neanderthal rapist, but should not rape anybody, even though you are an evil rapist because you are male…,
(b) The awesome new Batman game for PS4 or XBox 1, where you are The Caped Crusader, unpestered by whinging feminists, unpuzzled by high school or college women, where you kick ass, take no names, and fight for the freedom of Gotham from evil-doers?
Viva la revolucion? Underneath, most men and boys are mostly still men and boys, despite now a century of feminism and nagging and finger-wagging and re-education. Most of us still want adventure, to be brave and heroic to someone, to right the wrongs and lead and make a difference, to ask for a sammich without having our heads taken off, to sacrifice our lives for decades paying for and helping to raise children with a decent woman, all that old evil icky stuff.
Chivalry may get you dirty looks at work, in school, maybe at home, certainly in most areas of public life, but NOT in your gamer-life. Ding!
Games (and adventure movies) are part of the resistance– a man-zone of often forbidden, care-free, incorrect, and traditional thoughts, aspirations, and ideals. The horror!
Gavin is partly right: such geek-nerd-gamer culture may be partly about a kind of immaturity & playing kid’s games, time-wasting and such– but it’s much more than that, as the anti-GamerGate feminists know: trust them in this, at least. Games: engaging fantasy, freedom, princesses and babes & swords and dragons and heroes and villains and deeds of derring-do. They reflect that same streak of movies about the same themes.
Wanting to be a manly man, or a leader, or a father in today’s environment– unless you are rich or powerful– is just not on. Men and boys find themselves lost, puzzled, angry, and disillusioned by the splintered ‘Nowhere’ of modernity, by endless and contradictory calls to ‘Man Up‘ but ‘Don’t Be That Guy‘; to be sensitive new age manginas.. who nobody wants to marry; to be willing to slave and suffer as a husband & father.. only to be dumped and left without a home or children by some divorce court.
So just perhaps, dear Mr. McInnes, there’s a fire behind all this #GamerGate smoke, with the militant feminists smelling and hating the whiff of freedom and man-culture and olden ways and things they would destroy, that no man (or woman) may ever be free, or noble, or aspire for anything grander than the smelly little orthodoxies of political correctness, in the cramped and soul-killing world such social justice warriors want us all to live in.
Should men wake up, act in the real world, lead to confront good and evil in our times, and all the rest? Well, yes. But adventure movies like Lord of The Rings, and adventure gaming allow brow-beaten and puzzled boys and men to still have a sensation of doing the right thing, in an overwhelming real world gone terribly wrong.
~ I JUST GOTTA SAY— Big Brother is a bloody big bother.
The pseudonym ‘Binky The WebElf‘ has existed since about 1996, and is the name I’m known by in Anglican, Catholic, Twitter, FaceBook, and blogging circles. It originally came from silly names I liked to use in video games, and was ‘Binky The Pirate’ for a while in the original Sid Meier ‘Pirates!’.
I knew (and was later proven right) that pseudonymity in the vicious church wars would protect my wife & kids from my getting fired or sent to The Anglican Parish Of Outer Sable Island, 3rd sandbank from the right. Or, some Canadian Jihadi might drop by for a little off the top, because of the many and various things I’ve said about Islam.
Binky is my web-name. If I went by the boring non-elf name, people would not recognize it, and why should they?
That’s part of the point. The issues I bring up are the thing I’d like you to ponder; the fine bloggers and authors and commentators who apply real wisdom to our current dangers and opportunities. Me? I’m prideful and self-important enough, and don’t need my face or name plastered on everything for whatever alleged worth that might have. Look at the STUFF, not at the elf.
Enter The ZuckerBorg
Apparently, someone got mad at me recently, and twice over the past month or so reported my name as a “fake name” to FaceBook. DING! Word from FaceBorg: “Please give us your actual name, and cough up a passport, driver’s license, or other real ID to prove it. You know, because celebrities.”
This ‘feature’ has been popping up since 2012-ish, but has gone viral in 2015, because FaceBook– sometime friend and ally of fascists and radicals and terrorists and silencers and big corporate government– is enforcing their arbitary rules. Because, you know, online corporations don’t have enough information about all of us. Coming next: FaceBook digital colonoscopy & DNA+blood samples?
Not Just A Shruggable
In one sense, no big deal– though demands that members of the public report various forms of personal and private ID to a faceless corporation is very scary. But what about other people, to whom pseudonymous communication via Facebook is a matter of life & death? Someone being stalked or death-threatened? A human rights worker or dissident in a dangerous country? A Christian pastor in a Muslim land? Someone who doesn’t want their identity stolen, with all the joy & fun of unravelling that rat’s nest? You can fill in the blanks.
However, I’m also an ill guy living at home, alone much of the time, and FaceBook– despite all the privacy and other issues– is a major part of my chance to reach out, hear back, counsel, preach, build a wide variety of friendships around the world, communicate on matters I consider important or topical or timely. Minus FaceBook, I will be even more lonely, alone, and prone to the Black Dog, and that really sucks. Thanks, Zuckerberg, you heinous power-mad twerp.
So, until FaceBook follows Google’s eminently sensible example of not minding our personal business even more, I guess The Binks is officially off The FaceBook for now*. Feel free to comment below.
Sad elf. ~
Saith Teh Binks
* If this is all the result of some malicious FB snitching (pretty sure it is, but the tattle-tales have their identity protected, so mind your ding-danged business), I forgive you, but you really pissed me and my friends off. God knows your name, and he will not forget.
~ WHILST CHATTING with an FaceBook-friend yesterday, he called me ‘courageous’. The Giant Binky Noggin swelled up more than usual, of course, and then after thanking him, I pondered what that meant.
Years ago, whilst gazing out the high school window on another rainy Halifax day, I realized something simple, but life-changing. The sun was not gone, only hidden by the closer and obscuring clouds. That we could not see it immediately at that moment changed nothing. It still illuminated the earth; it still shone in other places; perhaps tomorrow, if the rain moved on, it would shine again here. The sun was there, no matter what. Period. Shut up. Full stop.
The truth abides. And like so many of my brave blog-buddies (some on The Rebel Media Megaphone, others you see featured in my posts on the blog & on FaceBook), I think we all have a personal and most serious choice, when we learn about something, when we are confronted by truth. It can be a painful decision, fraught with fear and caution and not wanting to be unpopular or to stand out.
Go On And On
If you know something to be true, you then bear a moral responsibility concerning that true matter. You can’t unknow it or rewind (though you can deceive yourself about knowing it). Lord knows I’ve been a coward and a liar enough on countless occasions.
Yet in this day and age, when self-deception, denial, saying any old thing, and the equivalent of believing in unicorns is all the rage and accounted for as the acceptable new “sanity”, then simply seeking, loving, and sharing the truth becomes a spine-filled courageous act– for the mad ones will hate, screech, and revile you for it.
The new and highest tolerance is thought to be that everyone has “Their Truth”. Or, even worse, that there’s no such thing as truth, so do your own thing, and believe what you want, even 9 contradictory things at once. Going along with this madness is not brave, or good, or true.
The Biggest Picture
I realized a few days ago that the perfect utter truth of all things is in fact known by infinite and all knowing and all-present Mind itself, by God. He may not have ears, but he ‘hears’ the tree fall in the forest, he sees the little sparrow fall, he knows our needs before we even ask Him. Almighty God is the witness and primary actor and creator in all things seen and unseen; in secret and in public; in your living room, and on the farthest planet of the farthest star. Weird.. scary.. awesome….
Knowing the truth doesn’t make me or you always right in our assertions, or always wise in saying everything, but at least it means your eyes are open, and if the bright burny thing is in the blue space, you can say “The sun is up”; or if you paddle about in a warm vat of dihydrogen monoxide, you may state “The water is wet” that something is right or wrong, good or evil, true or false.
Our grasp of the truth is only finite, because we are– and yet, go ahead and be brave: say of things that are, that they are; and of things that are not, that they are not. Jesus said: “Let your yes be yes, and your no be no: all else is from the Devil.” To deny the possibility of knowing the truth is to deny the possibility of knowing God, or being saved and set free by him– to deny the possibility of knowing anything.
Truth is not an opinion; it is sanity, and life. And the truth is alive: the incarnate One himself– the Way, the Truth, and the Life– by whom all things were made, and by whom souls are remade, and saved, and made perfect in truth, and love, and goodness. ~
Dicit ei Jesus: ‘Ego sum via, et veritas, et vita. Nemo venit ad Patrem, nisi per me.’
“I am the way, the truth, and the life. No man comes to the Father except through me.” – John 14:6