Why Are They Laughing At Us?

 

A US Cyber Command Major was suicidal and depressed until he became "Rachel." Now "she is living her truth and is no longer battling depression or suicidal thoughts," says army.mil. The DOD gushed on Twitter, "Her journey from battling depression & suicidal thoughts to embracing authenticity inspires us all."

Oh yes, so inspiring and what authenticity. Leaving aside the US Army's cadre of suicidally depressed, overweight Majors, what's authentic about this? How is "Rachel" a warrior or even a soldier? It's obviously too fat to fight, get off my square, you're tilting it.

And a woman, an authentic, chromosonal, womb and ovaries woman, as in "science." Well no, not that, but drugs and scalpel can produce a blasphemous parody of the same. So how is "Rachel" a woman any more than a soldier? Because she says so and the Army pathetically agrees with this overweight, bulging-out-the-camo rainbow officer.

Authentic? Clearly truth has no meaning here. It's all, to put it politely, a matter of opinion and this, gentle readers, slides swiftly and with gay rainbow abandon into tyranny; truth, says Caesar, is what I make it. Which in this case is a vastly overweight Major attempting to fit into his already loosely fitting uniform whilst pretending he's a soldier and a fat woman.

No wonder the world's laughing at us, GloboHomo, and why would it be that the US Army is suffering a recruiting and retention crisis. Magnum mysterium, but don't worry, all you serfs, they'll draft you, male, female and in between to fight for the love rainbow of authenticity. 

What a hideous, bloody, authentically killer thing that'll be. You see, they're all about death - we build, they destroy. That in mind, the Unicorn's a vicious beast and its disguise, transparent as it is, is growing yet more thin.

There'll come a point at which the mask is off and we'll stand up and be counted. Mark my words. In the meanwhile, the world laughs.

Money on the Monkey and Devil take the hindmost, what?

Ave,

LSP

Yet More Rainbow Skulduggery

 

This time from the venerable if shrinking Church of England and All Saints with Holy Trinity in Loughborough, Leicestershire. Their crime? Getting people to sing a risible rainbow rewrite version of God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman in a carol service on Monday.

Rubbish

The new inclusive version of the grand old 17th century carol doesn't include those awkward verses referring to Christ as Saviour and his birth on Christmas day, much less setting us "free from Satan's power when we had gone astray." No, all that's gone, replaced with miserable imprecations on behalf of "erased" women and the "queer and questioning," whoever the latter might be.

Cardinal Vincent Nichols mildly rebuked this torrid malfeasance, telling Times Radio:

I think what Christmas does, and many other moments, it tells us the importance of ritual. Ritual helps us to step outside of our own little bubble and connect with something we have received, inherited and that we hope to pass on.

Those values are the continuation of musical repertoire, of the ability to sing together, of looking at the rituals that have been fashioned over centuries

Those are probably for me more important than particular sensitivities which come and go.

 

Roughly translated, "I am a gentleman, this is appalling." Others were less kind, with one member of the Church of England's Synod, Sam Margrave, blasting, "Absolutely disgusted an act of worship to our Lord and Saviour is being used to push political ideology contrary to Church of England teaching."

Quite. But for how long? Here at the Compound we marvel at the sheer dropped-on-head-as-infant idiocy of it all and apologize to Loughborough on behalf of the ecclesial cringe mountebanks of All Saints. But we're also confused. Why was there no mention of transsexuals in the so-called "inclusive" carol? 

While we're at it, how inclusive is a Christianity which excludes actual Christians. You see, if you throw the baby out with the bathwater, in this case Christ, you don't have an awful lot left. Someone fire their PR firm. Thanks.

Your Friend,

LSP