Chicago Opens an “AIDS Garden” to Celebrate Millions of Dead Gay People
In case you were unaware, June is Pride Month. It’s a well-known psychological principle that if you’re actually secure in your identity, one day won’t suffice — you need to announce it to the world non-stop for an entire month. True pride demands that you not only scream it from the rooftops almost as if you’re trying to reassure yourself; it demands that you shame anyone who’s not quite as proud about your pride as you pretend to be.
Despite Chicago’s endless plague of smash-and-grab robberies and dozens of weekly shootings, it’s been clear to all sentient beings with highly evolved consciences and an unerring devotion to the greater good that what the Windy City really needed was a public park honoring all those naughty libertines who’ve dropped dead like flies from Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome over the past four decades.
Just as Thomas Jefferson’s tree of liberty needed to be refreshed with the blood of tyrants, AIDS Garden Chicago is fertilized with the HIV-tainted blood of dead and near-dead sodomites.
Amid a cavalcade of fanfare that included a sassy vocal performance by the Chicago Gay Men’s Chorus, a spoken-word recital by a bearded man wearing lipstick, and a ribbon-cutting ceremony overseen by the city’s hideous homunculus lezzie Mayor Lori “I have the biggest dick in Chicago” Lightfoot, the $1.5-million “park with purpose” was unveiled before an unwitting and possibly reluctant public last week. We are told that the park is “meant to be a place of healing,” which is news to me, since I was under the impression that it’s impossible to heal from AIDS. The park is also allegedly “a tribute to those who died from the disease — and those still fighting it.”
Why would you need a tribute? Is it really an accomplishment to die from bloody anal sex?
Oh — we’re informed that when the AIDS crisis first broke in the early 1980s, many HIV+ peeps endured the “stigma” of carrying a fatal and largely unknown virus. But isn’t that the whole purpose of a stigma — to warn people to stay away from something that is potentially a threat to their very existence? No, you bigot! The purpose of AIDS Garden Chicago is to transfer the stigma toward those who rightfully fear being exposed to a virus that could kill them. In this retelling, germaphobia is recast as a hate crime.
And by the way, didn’t these people used to say that it’s “homophobic” to imply that AIDS is strictly a gay disease? All of the hoopla surrounding this park focuses straight on the gays. There’s no Tomb of the Unknown Woman Whose Husband Was Leading a Double Life. There’s no Shrine to Intravenous Drug Users. There’s not even an Anal Herpes Aviary or a Genital Warts Sculpture Park. No, it’s all about AIDS and the gays and their suffering. You can’t even walk your French poodle without being reminded of butt sex and Kaposi’s sarcoma.
And then they wonder why some people don’t like them.
SPLC Study: Two-Thirds of Republicans Believe in the Great Replacement — Just Like the SPLC Does!
In the year 2000, the Guardian published an article innocently noting a significant worldwide demographic shift was afoot:
The global centre of gravity is changing. In 1900 Europe had a quarter of the world’s population, and three times that of Africa; by 2050 Europe is predicted to have just 7 per cent of the world population, and a third that of Africa. The ageing and declining populations of predominantly white nations have prompted forecasts of — and calls for — more immigration from the young and growing populations of developing nations to make up the shortfall.
These days, the act of simply noticing this numerical trend has been recast as “hate speech” that inevitably leads to violence and, of course, another Holocaust.
Noticing the “Great Replacement” is hardly a new idea. Lothrop Stoddard wrote about it in 1920’s The Rising Tide of Color Against White World-Supremacy. Enoch Powell warned about it in his 1968 “Rivers of Blood” speech. So did Jean Raspail in 1973’s The Camp of the Saints. And David Lane in 1995’s White Genocide Manifesto. And Bat Ye’or in 2005’s Eurabia. And Thilo Sarrazin in 2010’s Germany Abolishes Itself. And Eric Zemmour in 2014’s The French Suicide. And Michel Houellebecq in 2015’s Submission.
But the book title that effectively minted the term was Renaud Camus’ 2010 Le Grand Remplacement (The Great Replacement). And what forever gave the Great Replacers license to link the very concept with white-supremacist murder — and, by implication, looming genocide against everyone who’s not white — is the fact that several mass murderers have referred to the term in their public mea culpas. The most recent spree killer to invoke the Great Replacement was Payton Gendron, who killed ten people at a Buffalo supermarket only a couple weeks ago.
Enter the Southern Poverty Law Center, which never misses an opportunity to enrich itself. The SPLC recently released a poll which found that “Nearly 7 in 10 Republicans surveyed agree to at least some extent that demographic changes in the United States are deliberately driven by liberal and progressive politicians attempting to gain political power by ‘replacing more conservative white voters.’”
Without even a micro-morsel of self-awareness, the report states: “The belief that one group of people is inherently harmful to your own is foundational to extremism, as is the idea that the well-being and survival of the ‘in group’ depends on taking hostile action against those who supposedly threaten it.”
That’s a whole lotta projection right there, SPLC. Your entire empire is based on taking hostile action against those who supposedly threaten your existence.
Gaslighting these days is so ubiquitous, it’s a miracle that society doesn’t perish in one big blast of spontaneous combustion. But nowhere is the gaslighting more evident than when it comes to the Great Replacement. I’m sure you’ve noticed it, but the Great Replacers will call you insane for believing in the concept while simultaneously gloating about your imminent demographic demise.
In late 2018, Michelle Goldberg wrote an essay in The New York Times called — wait for it — “We Can Replace Them”:
Right now America is tearing itself apart as an embittered white conservative minority clings to power, terrified at being swamped by a new multiracial polyglot majority. The divide feels especially stark in Georgia, where the midterm election is a battle between Trumpist reaction and the multicultural America whose emergence the right is trying, at all costs, to forestall. . . . [Stacey] Abrams’s goal is to put together a coalition of African-American and other minority voters and white liberals. The potential is there; Georgia is less than 53 percent non-Hispanic white. “Georgia is a blue state if everybody votes,” DuBose Porter, chairman of the Democratic Party of Georgia, told me.
See how that works? They’re “terrified” and “embittered,” but it’s happening anyway, and their terrified embitterment is a joy to behold.
And despite the fact that the recent SPLC report refers to the “great replacement myth,” the 2018 documentary Alt-Right: Age of Rage reveals that SPLC spokesman Mark Potok kept a list on his wall documenting the decline of the non-Hispanic white population from 1920 (90%) to 2015 (62%).
I’m starting to suspect that some of these people are liars.
Black Senate Candidate Films TV Ad with a Noose Around His Neck
It’s been clear for quite some time now that the only way for us to heal our racial divisions is to keep black people constantly in fear that white people are lurking around every corner, noose in hand, ready to lynch them. White people, on the other hand, must be constantly kept in fear of being murdered by black people merely for looking at them sideways. This is the only way we will be able to unite.
In what may well be the most shamelessly race-baiting campaign ad my tired eyes have ever witnessed, Kentucky Democrat Charles Booker, a black man who is competing for the Senate against incumbent Rand Paul and who makes a point of informing you that he is the first black Democrat nominee for the Senate in Kentucky history, places a noose around his neck and effectively tries to terrify the 8% of Kentucky voters who are black that if Rand Paul is reelected, blacks will start hanging from lampposts all throughout the Bluegrass State.
I mean, it’s dramatic. I’ll give it that much. The Associated Press, eschewing any pretense of impartiality, called Booker’s lynching video “a personally searing ad for a trailblazing Black [sic] candidate who says some of his own ancestors were lynched.”
The ad notes that Paul had originally stalled a 2020 anti-lynching bill. It fails to note that Paul’s stated reason for his opposition was that he thought “lynching” was too ill-defined and might wind up applying to various misdemeanor crimes as well. The ad also fails to note that Paul was a co-sponsor of this year’s Emmett Till Anti-Lynching Act. It doesn’t mention the niggling little technicality that hanging someone by the neck until they’re dead was already illegal. And most significantly, the ad fails to note whether or not Charles Booker has ever raped and/or murdered a white woman.
According to this database, the last two lynchings in Kentucky both occurred on January 1, 1970. One victim was a black man, one was a white man. Poring over the database, it seems as if black and white lynching victims in the state were evenly split.
Sometimes I get the sense that blacks are never going to forgive us. The real question, though, is whether we will ever be able to forgive ourselves for allowing blacks to never forgive us.
The Unfuckable Minnie Driver
If there’s one thing a woman hates more than unwanted sexual attention, it’s the absence of unwanted sexual attention.
Actress Minnie Driver may be the only woman in Hollywood who’s gone public whining that Harvey Weinstein didn’t rape her.
The actress, who won an Academy Award nomination for her performance in 1997’s Good Will Hunting, has been in nearly 50 movies, none of which I’ve seen. In 2017, she claimed that producer Harvey Weinstein was initially reluctant to hire her for the role because he didn’t find her sexy enough to play a romantic lead: “His exact words were, ‘You’re just not fuckable,’” she wrote.
Now, as if anyone in the world would be willing to shell out their hard-earned dough to buy it, the unfuckable actress has published an autobiography. In a recent interview promoting the book, she says that 15 years after being declared unfuckable by Hollywood’s Rape King, she’s still struggling with her self-esteem:
The comment Harvey Weinstein made about me was made to the casting director and that was then passed along to people I worked with and the other writer/actors. I didn’t actually find out about it until we had started shooting the movie and I think I was told in a way that was meant to make me feel like I’d conquered this impossible obstacle and should feel really good about it. I felt terrible. Whose truth do you believe? Do you hang on to your own, in the face of a powerful man setting out his decree about you? Or are you filled with doubt that, like a virus, wracks you and leaves you feeling like a hollowed-out imposter? I tried for the former and was vanquished by the latter. In my 26-year-old head, the idea of not being considered attractive enough to have sex with, became the headline. You make bad, sad decisions from a place of diminished worth, and I would say the way in which Harvey Weinstein saw me — the word he used: “unfuckable” — colored and shaped the way I saw myself as a person, for many years.
Wait just a cotton-pickin’ minute there, lady — five years ago, you said “His exact words were, ‘You’re just not fuckable.” Those were your exact words. Now you’re claiming that you “didn’t actually find out about” the statement until others told you about it.
Which was it? As sad as it is when women who falsely accuse men of rape can’t keep their stories straight, it’s downright pathetic when they keep their “that bastard wouldn’t even rape me” stories straight.
Harvey Weinstein told the truth.
The Final Nail in Father Coughlin’s Coffin
Although almost entirely unknown these days, Father Charles Coughlin — aka the “radio priest” — was a massively popular broadcaster during the darkest days of the Great Depression. By some estimates, a third of the country would tune in every week to hear the Catholic priest rail about Communism and capitalism and Jews. As far as I can discern, only the Super Bowl snags an equivalent quotient of the nation’s attention — but the Super Bowl only happens once a year. Coughlin was pulling these numbers every week.
I once wrongly suggested that US Secretary of Agriculture Earl Butz was the first high-profile victim of what is now known as “cancel culture” for making a joke about “the coloreds” back in the mid-1970s.
Unless news emerges that some silent movie star was drummed out of showbiz for misgendering an actress in 1927, it’s now clear that both Charles Coughlin and Charles Lindbergh were the first famous Americans whose lives were destroyed for criticizing what has become one of America’s protected classes — in both cases, they went after Jews.
When Kristallnacht occurred in 1938, Coughlin earned widespread scorn for saying that “Jewish persecution only followed after Christians first were persecuted.” He was referring to the fact that Russian Bolsheviks had overseen the ritual slaughter of an estimated 12-20 million Christians.
As a result of his endless attacks on FDR — whom he initially supported but abandoned after he concluded that FDR was a tool of the bankers and was leading the US into an unnecessary World War — the feds found a loophole around the First Amendment and allowed for a series of restrictions and regulations that successfully drove the most popular radio host in American history off the airwaves. They also instructed the US Postal Service to deny second-class mailing rights to Coughlin to distribute his magazine Social Justice. This 1939 cover of Social Justice blares about how “JEWISH CONTROLLED ADVERTISING PRESSURE” forced a radio station to “CANCEL” Coughlin’s show. A subhead on the same cover read “JEWS DEMAND U.S. CLOSE MAIL TO FR. COUGHLIN.”
Coughlin died in obscurity in 1979. The church he founded in the 1920s, the National Shrine of the Little Flower, still stands near Detroit. But the final nail in Coughlin’s coffin came recently when Jewish leaders arranged for the church to host an “Event on Jewish-Catholic Relations.” According to the Jewish Exponent, “Jews and Catholics alike filed into the pews to hear two academics, one Jewish and one Catholic, discuss the history of relations between the two faiths, most of it revolving around Catholic antisemitism.”
Most of it? I’d reckon it’s safe to assume there wasn’t a peep about “Jewish anti-Christianism.” Coughlin was effectively destroyed 80 years ago. Imagine the audacity it takes to invade his home turf 80 years later simply to kick his corpse again.
Can’t we all get along? Obviously not. It clearly isn’t part of God’s plan.
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