Chastisements

I was discussing with a friend the other day about the puzzling of officialdom over the infertility crisis.

In the UK, male infertility is still being referred to in the media as a "crisis".

A quick glance at the google news search will reveal that quite a number of possible causes are being investigated. Men are warned not to use a laptop on their laps. Mobile phones, which, despite their ubiquity are still a very new technology, are eyed suspiciously. Scientists watching the average British waistline bulging out are issuing warnings about the connection between male infertility and obesity and diabetes. Some have even said that various toxic household chemicals that men typically handle like motor oil, anti-freeze and turpentine affects fertility.

But of course, apart from a few environmental scientists and a few religious nuts (that's us) no one is bothering their heads over the enormous quantity of artificial hormones that have been flushed into the world's water systems in the last 40 years.

Ah yes the Pill. Saviour of the human race. Nice little irony there, wot?

What's even more fun is watching the heads of the leftist Environutters explode when they try to talk about the massive increase in environmental oestrogens and the damage it's doing to the newts and voles while continuing to tout the wonders of artificial hormones to keep the human vermin from proliferating.

"Now listen to me carefully Norman...I'm lying"

Anyway, we agreed that there was quite a bit of justice, if of a somewhat Grecian kind, in the stupid Euros having rendered themselves incapable of having children.

Be careful what you wish for.

Hey! Stupid Liberals! Tolerate This!

If I were in the habit of wearing clothes with words on them I would want a T-shirt that says, "Oh yeah? Tolerate my intolerance! Betcha can't!"

I have wondered for some time how far the tolerance doctrine goes. Of course, after ten years of pro-life talking and picketing and whatnot, I think I've learned. But it has been amusing, in a dark, horrible soul-killing sort of way, to watch Britain try to tolerate the intolerable with the determination of a child trying to cut a circle into a square.

It is, occasionally, fun to watch the smoke coming out of their little ears as they try to assimilate objectively opposed ideas within their own irrational creed.

Police say 17,000 women are victims every year That's in Britain, folks!

I think it would require an entire wardrobe of T-shirts, because under the "Tolerate this" slogan, I'd have graphic photos of female genital mutilation, domestic abuse and honor killings, handless beggars, torched churches, the faces of murdered nuns and priests and beheaded school girls.

I saw a headline tonight, something to the effect of "Sharia not all stoning and amputation". No, it isn't it's a lot of other very nasty things. But the implication is grimly amusing. The headline writer clearly wished us to look at the brighter side of Islam's demonic creed. The warm, fuzzy friendly face of the system that isn't all about slavery, stoning, amputations and flogging rape victims.

Well, I'm sure its very comforting to know that there's more to it than that. How terribly culturally myopic of me to think that's all it was about...

And I'm sure that Pol Pot was very nice to his cat when at home too.