Two secular creeds have cursed western civilisation in the 21st century: one, that humankind could change sexes, two that civilisation could cease to be a net generator of carbon dioxide. A third, lesser but related disorder proclaims that women’s advance in societies was being obstructed by the malignant power of “the patriarchy”. All three are fictions, the most evil being the first. Children have been sexually mutilated in its name, and those who denounced its underlying barbarism were themselves vilified and ostracised. This was in a society that deplored the ancient evils of witch-burning, the Inquisition and The Third Reich, while for the sake of modernism, eagerly imposed a terror-regime on impressionable youngsters that the Nazi war-criminal Josef Mengele might have envied.
What mankind had known since Eden about the two sexes was abandoned in pursuit of a world in which a fervent wish could be transubstantiated into a fact by hocus pocus and metallic excisions. That men and women were different psychologically, physically, hormonally, chromosomally was deemed irrelevant compared to the sheer humanitarianism involved in turning one sex into another. Anyone who said this was utterly impossible was denounced as a reactionary bigot. A new hate-vocabulary was invented: transphobia, to describe heretics as a group, and terfs – trans-exclusionary radical feminists – if the heretics believed in the power of the (non-existent) patriarchy. Transgenderism became a religion: it believed in the magic of a priesthood that could turn the bread and water of man into the body and blood of a woman. Similarly, there were “devils” who were opposed to the spell-craft of this priesthood, whom you could curse with the newly-invented and laudable vocabulary of damnation.
Yet virtually nobody personally knew anyone who believe in transgenderism: not friends, or family, or teachers, or clergy, or politicians, although we all heard about a bunch of nut-cases and quacks, plus the hellhole of Tavistock Clinic. This specialised in removing healthy breasts and genitals and irreversibly mutilating children, and instead of its Mengeles being hauled before a Nuremberg-style tribunal, its wicked practices were subsidised by the British NHS in Britain, and by referral, by a compliant VHI in Ireland.
So transgenderism was not some obscure fringe on the edge of society, but was mainstream, endorsed by the White House, Downing Street, and even Dail Eireann: ten years ago this July, it became one of the world’s first legislatures to accept gender self-identification as legally binding. Regina Doherty, a government minister named after the Virgin Mary, even declared that there were nine genders, though without identifying which one was Mary’s. The Department of Education introduced mandatory guidelines on volitional pronouns, a recipe for anarchy in schools: the tragedy of Enoch Burke was destined to happen.
Meanwhile, people began to worship the gods of wind and the sun as sources of power for our civilisation. Anyone who argued against this nonsense was an agent of an evil petro-chemical cabal. This hysteria was made even more ludicrous by the unconcealed generation of carbon dioxide by Russia, India, China and South America. A global campaign to end global warming only has meaning if it genuinely is global. If its edicts are not binding or universal, then they are platitudinous aspirations. Why would any intelligent government cut its own throat by adhering to “rules” that half of the world was systemically violating?
Central to this delusion was the misuse of language, as in “renewable”. Mankind cannot renew wind or sun: unlike a renewable subscription, these are variables outside our control, and as energy-sources are only safe with a carbon-based back-up. But even to state this was to be the energy-equivalent of a transphobe or a terf. Moreover, most journalists – a shallow, callow and fallow species – rapidly succumbed to the fiction that there was a cheap and ecologically sound alternative to fossil fuels, and mercilessly ridiculed realists as being paid hacks of the oil lobby.
Yet within a single glorious fortnight this spring came decisive rebuttals of both these global religions. In Britain, the Supreme Court ruled that transgender women were not really women, which most of us knew already. And though we should not need a trio of British judges to tell us that water is wet and fire burns, their rulings intellectually vindicated our gut instincts. Shortly afterwards, power outages across Spain, Portugal and Southern France proved that the term “renewable” is meaningless, and that any carbon-free energy source that lacks a conventional power-system as a back-up is a recipe for a catastrophe, which would have been the result had the outage occurred in midwinter. Most power-systems are fossil-based, though they can be nuclear – an option which in Ireland has been made illegal by a brainless edict from the Greens when in government. Rather like condoms in the days when Catholic teaching guided our politicians, nuclear-power can be smuggled into Ireland via the electricity-interconnectors with Britain and France.
Question: are Irish environmentalists so utterly stupid that they cannot see how uncannily they resemble the Catholic Church of yore?
Answer. Yes.
So how did the fictions of transgenderism and carbon neutralism gain so much political and legal traction in the first place? In part, because we inhabit a civilisation that is predicated on empirical falsehoods, the foremost being “equality”. We know that equality in law is meaningless when the interests of the rich and powerful (especially Sinn Fein) can be protected by expensive counsel and by the ruinous costs of law, which now shamelessly flaunts itself as “lawfare”. Furthermore, inequality masquerading as equality gave us the Sexual Offences Act, 2006, which specifically states that an underage boy can be imprisoned for a sexual act with a willing girl, while simultaneously declaring that she may not be imprisoned. “Equality” means that women are paid the same for a 55 minute tennis final as men for their five-hour final, in which their first serves are routinely 20% faster than the women’s. “Equality” allowed women to flee Ukraine while men had to stay and fight. And so on.
We live a permanent hallucination of bogus sanctimony that proclaims “equality” as the defining virtue, while systematically violating it, and not through subterfuge and hypocrisy – which are almost noble vices in comparison – but by proud parliamentary proclamation and judicial edict. Indeed, many rules within western societies clearly defy the virtues that they are supposed to embody, yet almost nobody points this out. So, when a group of people breaks ranks and espouses a new set of evidence-free virtues, how can we logically denounce them for errors that are barely more absurd than the phoney values we already live by? Why wouldn’t the transgender lunatics think their intellectual inconsistencies were no greater than those already around them? Likewise for the carbon-neutral zealots, for whom evidence means nothing: their arrogant emotions trump scientific realities. The English carbon neutral millennial Miliband is the son of a millennial Marxist who probably genuinely believed the gibberish that he wrote and talked because it made him feel better about both himself and the world. What brings these two strains of nonsense together is that they are merely mental forms of self-pleasuring, which is just fine – but not at the expense of the rest of us. Okay?