Real life too often today puts satire to shame. I
shall begin with “Liberal Line Dancing.”

Some years ago in Baltimore I took a stroll through
a street festival near the Inner Harbor. One event I encountered was something I
hadn’t witnessed in person before: line dancing. I had become immersed in the subject
of dancing while researching the Sparrowhawk
series, set in 18th century Britain and America. I learned that it was only in
the early 19th century that individualized dance between couples was introduced
and became popular, preceded by the form of highly formalized and controlled
modes such as the minuet and its variants, in which the couples barely touched
each other.
Until then, from Medieval times to the present, dance
was largely a collective pastime. Line dancing seems to be a hybrid of square dancing,
which itself has roots in contra or country dancing preceding even Shakespeare’s
time, but without participants even having to touch anyone. I was obliged to square
dance in high school, and had to clasp the sweaty palms of dozens of others of
either gender I didn’t know and didn’t want to know. Personal choice in such
affairs of one’s partners was ruled out.
In liberal political, synchronized line dancing,
all the players, in unison, wobble, wiggle, gesticulate, kick, turn about,
swivel their hips, pantomime, roll their shoulders, and place their hands over
their ears, mouths, and ears. The moves are commanded by a dance master,
accompanied by a fiddler playing a monotonous tune over and over again, or
perhaps with a Karaoke player. The most popular liberal line dances are called “The
Shuffle,” “The Dodge,” “Duck and Grovel,” “The Wet Dog,” “The Double Side Step,”
“Shake ‘n Bake,” “The Burqa Bop,” “The Muslim Moon,” “The Prayer Rug Stomp,” “The
Shadada Shimmy,” “The Cover Your Butt,” “The Twirly,” and “The Hillary Rodham.”
Of all the religious, ethnic, or political groups that
make up this country, only Muslims have no dance tradition. Islam does not
permit dancing, except for joyous, spontaneous jumping up and down every time
Americans or Westerners are killed. Muslims only believe in making babies, and
that can’t be comfortably done on the dance floor.
On a more serious note, one of the biggest allies
of Muslim immigration (and also of illegals from South of the Border) are the
myriad “fair housing laws.” The federal government has issued them,
and so has every state and local municipality. “Fair housing laws”
prohibit discrimination by race, creed, etc. by property owners or landlords.  I left this amended comment on a Sultan Knish
column, “Only
Islam Can Save Us From Islam

Employing this law, the feds and Christian charities that bring in Muslims by
the boat full can dump Muslims “immigrants” in places as urban as New
Jersey and as unlikely as Montana.

The irony of a “fair housing” law is similar to that of a state or
city banning smoking in “public” spaces like restaurants, private
clubs, and so on. The irony is that if you set the terms of whom one can
associate with in these conditions, you own the facility, not the owner.
Non-smokers wanted their “safe places” in which to dine. So bars and
restaurants lose business and eventually go out of it. I’ve seen it happen over
and over again where I live.

And if you try to prohibit Muslims from even applying for living space in this
country in a private venue, you no longer own your apartment or residential
block; the government does and the only beneficiaries are the
“discriminated” applicants. You will be called to court and fined up
the wazoo. And probably even told to pay compensation to Muslims for trying to
keep them out of your hair, out of your daughter’s shorts, and off your neck in
terms of knives. You’ve hurt their feelings. Freedom of association is a dead
letter. If you can’t choose your tenants, then you are but a steward of
“public” property, and the master sets the rules.
Related to this subject is the new, utterly bizarre
anti-discrimination rule in New York City, which prohibits private businesses
from barring LGBT and other anti-sex groups from employment and perhaps even
housing, and probably even forces bakeries to bake cakes or taking wedding
photographs of people you really don’t want to see or touch. Daniel Greenfield
discusses this rule in a Front Page article, “New
York is Enforcing Gender Identities It Can’t Define
living in New York City can choose from a minimum of 31 different gender
identities, many of which allow them to fluctuate between some version or a combination
of male or female identities.
that don’t respect and accommodate an individual’s chosen gender identity
risk incurring six-figure fines under rules implemented by the city’s
Commission on Human Rights.
The list
of protected gender identities is available online and includes options such as
“gender bender,” “two spirit,” “third sex,” “androgynous,” “gender gifted,” and
“pangender.” A city official  confirmed
to The Daily Caller that all of the listed identities are protected by the
city’s anti-discrimination laws, but said that the list was not exhaustive.
“Exhaustive” is too delimiting a term. Say, rather,
the list can be expanded ad infinitum.
You have only to use your imagination.
Don’t blink, or you’ll miss page two of all the
alternative genders. Greenfield remarks: “About 70 percent of this list means
the same basic thing. Non-op is also redundant because the official doctrine
now is that a man can claim to be a woman without undergoing any surgery.”
Reading the list, I was reminded of a Star Trek: The Next Generation episode
in which Dr. Beverly Crusher, the Enterprise’s medical officer, was having an
affair with a humanoid alien who was actually just the host of a parasite that
was the real intelligence. The host suddenly dies and a new one is sent for. The
actual alien, put in stasis until the new one arrives, resembled nothing less
than a bovine liver.
The new host arrives. It’s a woman.
Dr. Crusher rejects the prospect of having an
affair with her. When asked why by the host (speaking unseen for the
transplanted bovine liver), she responds that the human race “hasn’t progressed
that far yet.” Or words to that effect. Crusher would be amazed by the number
of “new” genders that don’t even include the livers of ungulates. Perhaps she
would prefer necking with the bladder of a yak. There are more genders on the New
York City Commission’s list than aliens in the crew of the Enterprise, more
aliens in gender than in a Star Wars
cantina sipping Galactic Slurpees.
Of course, readers will all remember the arduous affection
of an Argentinean (or Peruvian) who, with great ceremony, married a tree.
Determined to go one better, several San Diego students married the ocean at
the behest of Santa Monica philosophy professor Amber Katherine. Truth Revolt’s
Trey Sanchez carried the headline grabbing story, “This
Week in Progressive Lunacy: ‘EcoSexual’ Professor Marries Students to the Ocean.
talked with Amber Katherine, a philosophy professor, to explain the
event and what it means. She said it was to bring about an “ecocentric
passion and even lust” for the Earth. Funding for this environmental
“marriage” came courtesy of SMC’s Public Policy Institute, as well as
other campus organizations.
Rings were handed out and students were led
with the pronouncement, “With this ring, I bestow upon the sea the
treasures of my mind heart and hands—as well as my body and soul. With the
power vested in us, we now pronounce you ‘married to the sea.'”
Once “wed,” the class was
instructed to “make love with the water” by dipping toes in the sea
“or any part of your body that you want.”
Splish, splash! Looking out, of course, when
engaged in connubial bliss, for sharks, Portuguese-men-war, and moray eels.
When you marry the ocean, it isn’t promising you a rose garden. Still, the
ocean is what the New York City rules might define as “gender fluid.”

Dickson, of The Walking Dead, in between sips of his whiskey, asks:

“Never mind socialism. Do they know anything about  differential calculus?”

Let us not forget the landlocked Wiccans, who held
a formal ceremony in the name of Democratic presidential candidate Bernie
Sanders. Craig Bannister of MRCTV reported on May 1st, in “Sanders Camp Holds Friday 13th ‘Ritual for
Bernie’ for Wiccans, Druids and Heathens”:
Bernie Sanders event in Portland, Oregon is inviting wiccans, Druids, heathens
and atheists to a “Ritual
for Bernie”
to “raise the energy” of his presidential campaign:
you’re feeling the Bern. Maybe you’re a Wiccan? Pagan? Goddess worshiper?
Heathen? Druid? Spiritual but not religious? Secular Jew? Spiritually open
minded? Unaffiliated? Atheist who likes ritual? Other? And you would like to
engage with a community of like minded individuals to raise the energy of the
Bernie Sanders vibration to a higher frequency and ultimately change the world
for our children, grandchildren, and all future generations. I hear you!”
event is aptly set for Friday 13th in a place called Woodstock Park
– and, spelling errors aside, appears to be legitimate, since it claims to be
“Paid for by Bernie 2016” and lists both a “Contribute” button and Sanders’
official campaign mailing address
such hope and change offered by the Wiccans, all Sanders needs now to clinch
the Democratic nomination is a rain dance by Elizabeth
, that war bonnet-wearing faux
Cherokee Indian from Massachusetts.
Let us not leave out the ethereal perorations and scribblings
of university professors. They are in large part responsible for the lunacy in
our culture. On May 16th, Tom Ciccotta ran a Breitbart column, “Madness
Behind the Method: The Writings of the Craziest SJWs in Academia.
 Here are some samples of papers written by
the cream of academe:
From North Carolina State: “Sexy warriors: the politics and pleasures of
submission to the state”
Paul Crane-Seeber, who received a Ph.D in International Relations at North
Carolina State University, wrote his dissertation on why “war is sexy in
contemporary US culture.” The paper, which was titled “Sexy warriors: the
politics and pleasures of submission to the state” allowed Crane-Seeber to
become an Assistant Professor in Public and International Affairs at NC State.
Palgrave Macmillan, publishers: “Pornographic Animals”
Animals” is a text written by R. Malamud to explore the intersection of visual
sociology and human sexuality. In this groundbreaking work, published by
Palgrave Macmillan, Malamud writes about human-Animal intercourse and why
humans are sexually attracted to animals.
the University of California-Santa Barbara: “Smart Cookies: The Gendered
Spaces of Labor, Citizenship, and Nationalism in the Girl Scout Cookie Sale”
2013 PhD dissertation points out the danger of selling of girl scout
cookies and argues that the practice “prepares girls for their roles as
American women in a neoliberal and capitalist society.” According to the
author, the girl scout cookie selling tradition is responsible for aiding
in unconscious female support of “market capitalism, neoliberalism, and
American nationalism.” The dissertation argues that the annual girl scout
cookie sale manipulates young girls into blindly accepting American society’s
expected role for women.
From the University of Alberta: “The
Moving Body and Social Change”
Markula of the University of Alberta argues that one of the best ways to fight
capitalism is through personal exercise routines. According to Markula, through
her “experiences as a fitness instructor”, the work “explore[s] if it
is possible to practice movement differently beyond the biopolitics of
Had enough? There’s much more in Ciccotti’s
article, if you need a good laugh.
But do not laugh too hard or too long. These people exist in
the real world. They want you to come along with them and share their Kook Aid
and power bars. Progressivism is a long, long progression to insanity.