"Pride Month" has been weaponized against everyone it's supposed to celebrate
We* mustn't be either distracted from the government's raft of criminal mischief or be tricked into taking out our rainbow-fatigue on rainbow people
Highly online people were weary of Pride Month before June even started. That’s because we* live in Pride Eternity. It has been impossible for years to avoid pro-LGBTQ messaging no matter where you work, shop, or play. And the clamor has been not just “messaging” but a set of outright insane ideas others are required, not invited, to believe or to at least not contradict aloud.
Boston, Massachusetts, decided to get started early. The Bruins of the NHL and the Celtics of the NBA both assembled fantastic regular-season records, only to both get bounced from the playoffs in May by inferior teams based in Miami, Florida. These flops together constitute probably the gayest one-two dance-move ever performed in the history of organized sports, including women’s softball and men’s diving.
Of course, almost nothing in this flurry of imperatives revolves around the kind of “rainbow” friends and relatives most of us have in our lives: People who are gay but don’t make any more fuss over this than straight people do about being straight, and, often, an older transgender friend or two—folks who typically went by “transsexual” at the time they had their long-ago reassignment surgeries.
I plan to write a paean soon to the many excellent homos who have contributed to the betterment of my life—not by changing my perspective on gay people, necessarily, but by being great friends, aunts, uncles, cousins, housemates, gym teachers, A.A. sponsors, professors, and mentors; one was prepared decades ago to make a great personal sacrifice to save my health. I plan to write similar tributes to the outstanding representatives of other cultural groups I’ve been lucky to know, boring white people excepted (but Jewish people excepted from that exception), since we—especially the older “biological men”—are on enough of a roll as it is.
It’s not an accident that hateful lunatics have hijacked the entire LGBTQ movement. The entire aim of Wokism (defined here simply as any brand of insincere social-justice yammering) is to trash and incinerate every standing institution. Anything cohesive or boasting any solidity of purpose—religious sects, citizen distance running, liberal feminism, even gay couples who believe strongly in the power of two-parent households—needs to go. After that, the story goes, harmony will rise from the ashes of scorched capitalism.
This has been tried many times throughout modern history, at significant scale; see Marxism, Leninism, and Mao Zedong Thought for examples. But in the current rendition of "dismantling structures,” math itself is suddenly racist, as is, coincidentally, everything else in which American blacks struggle to demonstrate group proficiency. And accordingly, what used to be universally considered markers of aptitude and success (e.g., hard work, honesty, courage, and humility) are now treated as liabilities; at the same time, grossly substandard human specimens (e.g., racists, cheaters, cowards, and slobs) are placed on cultural pedestals, where they trumpet endless hate-mongering stupidities unchallenged while categorically hiding from their critics.
All of these grifters are gelatinous cretins from their flabby cores to their flaccid minds, but take heart—there really aren’t that many of them. Race-warriors are sort of a backburner sect anyway, at least this week. More than anything else lately, a failure to unconditionally accept the intentionally laughable chief postulate of Wokish transgenderism—that biological sex is a false construct, utterly irrelevant, or somehow both—is grounds for being cancelled, even if you’re a high-school kid in Idaho.
It is probably easy enough even for readers who aren’t especially skeptical of the U.S. Government to believe that that government is in the habit of muddying the news cycle with emotionally charged issues of little or no broad consequence as a means of better hiding the dastardly things it’s doing that hurt all Americans regardless of their ethnicity, sexuality or chosen (or ascribed) belief systems. This isn’t new, and it works, so why stop at such an obviously dire time for the current White House?
It might not seem so straightforward that Pride Month might be used as a weapon against the LGBTQ community. But all you have to do to see that this is the case is observe the way companies keep relentlessly making marketing moves almost certain to result in voluble backlash and a major loss of revenue. Target doing what it did right after the Bud Light fiasco seems like a kamikaze move, until you assess the real motivation underlying all aspects of Wokism: Divide and conquer, in this case a terminally beleaguered polity.
Because he’s a beyond-wealthy punk-ass bitch who can both lie and shout out any ostensibly quiet parts in quasi-public appearances, BlackRock CEO Larry Fink doesn’t bother hiding either the set-up of the game or its rules.
Corporations and the government are keenly aware of how painful it is for some people on the traditional political right to see nothing but rainbows and associated weirdness everywhere. They enjoy upsetting people, but not just right-wingers—everyone. They know exactly how precarious their many false claims about transgenderism in particular are; almost no ludicrous illusion fools even society’s most gullible members forever.
They know this stuff makes right-wingers furious and everyone else exasperated. That’s why they do it. Exasperation limits people from thinking clearly and keeping their focus—assuming they have any—on government and corporate machinations that actually matter.
The harsh reality is that schools are in fact places where children are “groomed” these days. Confirming how bad it is doesn’t take long—just visit the Foundation Against Intolerance and Racism (FAIR) Substack and sign up for the group’s newsletter. And kids should never, ever have major surgeries performed without their parents’ knowledge. (Before long, expect to see some of the docs who perform these secret procedures to be tracked down by irate fathers and beaten about the crotch and ass.)
On the other hand, “turning people gay,” even young kids, is probably impossible. Sure, tens of thousands of youngsters have been gaslit into confusion (just like their parents), but once they reach puberty, the ones who were going to be gay will be gay and the rest will develop different tastes. Mega-pervs of massive influence who do in fact require uninvited and vigorous buttfuckings-by-plunger, such as Bill Gates and George Soros, can run everything we all see and do though an industrial-scale faggifier and the chief effect will be needless everyday static. These clowns can no more convert the 19 in 20 or so people who are straight into gayfolk any more than they can force the 1 in 20 or so who are not to prefer breeder sex.
So, since we don’t have to worry about anyone turning us gay, what do we really have to worry about? No one is going to get shitty-dicked, butt-plumbed, or fellated this month in an unwanted way, at least not above baseline levels. You don’t have to go online looking for the most offensive transgender TikTok video or corporate LGBTQ salvo. And if you’re tired of rainbowed-up stuff, consider how gay people who were coming out when pride flags were new feel about it.
This is my favorite 2023 Pride Month thing so far. When I first saw it, I “heard” the book title in the voice of James Earl Jones, and I laughed. Then my brain switched this to a barbershop quartet on lots of helium and laughed harder.
You can even have fun with it…
…perhaps even too much fun.
Boulder, Colorado, where I live, is almost certainly organically gayer than wherever you live, and no one here is being obnoxious in any way. Almost all of the raw, chafing silliness is online, and little of it is tied to consequential happenings.
Maybe everyone sort of gets this, but if you abhor Wokism, try not to get exasperated with gay or ordinary trans people this month. And it’s not that difficult to avoid the major online agitators—many of them men my age in wigs behaving in ways they think reflects the way teenage girls feel, which is pretty wild—who either can’t help but say nutty things, are paid to say nutty things, or both.
Of greater concern is, well, literally everything else. Were I to list a single example, this post would rapidly double in size, so I’ll end this by inviting you to conjure your own favorite solecism-zeitgeist and lapse into a toxic, morose meditative state of your own choosing.