Thursday 19 January 2017

GENE'S BLOG CLOSING DOWN TEMPORARILY TODAY

GENE'S BLOG CLOSING DOWN TEMPORARILY TODAY



Due to the intense pressure of work on Gene since he began his work as a full time writer Gene's blog will temporarily close down today. No date has as yet been set for its reopening but hopefully the hiatus will not be lengthy.


In the meantime Gene would like to leave you all with this marvellous photo of Detterling trainspotting as a boy.




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Detterling aged 15 trainspotting in 1959

Wednesday 18 January 2017

DETTERLING: The Opinion Forum years.



DETTERLING: The Opinion Forum years.






FAO Anonymous of Northwood


Mr Snake-in-the-Grass I thought you might like to know a little about your new partner Detterling. Let's start with his history on the Times Educational Supplement website.

I don't know if you are familiar with the Opinion Forum run by this website for a number of years - anyhow it's not relevant whether you are or not. Detterling posted on Opinion Forum for many years. He had a dreadful reputation. He was pompous, arrogant, self-righteous, conceited and bullying. He continually threatened posters and made determined efforts to expose posters' identities. He was the most-banned poster in the history of the website and has now been banned sine die.

And there's more - as Jimmy Cricket would say. About seven or eight years ago a nefarious group established itself on Opinion Forum. The were pinko liberal to a man and woman and became known as the Clique. Detterling was Gruppenfuhrer and you toed the pinko liberal line or else! It was a reign of terror and many suffered. Soon to be published (see below) is a book entitled ORDEAL! My Tale of Torment and Suffering Inflicted by the Clique  by Annie Baker. (Well, actually this is not true but such a book should be published.) Annie Baker suffered a nervous breakdown following sustained bullying and harassment by the Clique.

Things in respect of the Clique came to a head when a gentleman from West Sussex posted that his wife had committed suicide after being harassed by the Clique for three months.




Is this really someone you want to be associated with Mr S?





But I'm getting a little ahead of myself...



Come back with me to April 2005. I'm lazing back in an armchair in the school staffroom, my shoes off and my feet up on one of the adjacent armchairs. I'm flicking through the Times Educational Supplement when I come across an article about the TES website. Must investigate I thought. I did and that is how I discovered Opinion Forum. From that very day I have perused or posted on Opinion Forum. Something has now gone out of my life. I am bereft. If I ever get around to writing my memoirs I will not chicken out (unlike some I could mention!) of doing adequate justice to my involvement in that splendid project.

I remember my first post. It was addressed to the late Elaine C. She had been wittering on about some boring matter and I posted: 'Elaine, one day you will write an interesting post and pigs will fly over Uxbridge.' She was furious and launched into a tirade against me. Ha! Ha! Ha! Great memories. Very quickly after I got into a spat with some of Elaine C's friends, Mixu, Wordsworth, Inky et al. I'm afraid I lost it a bit and posted: 'You bitches! Call yourselves teachers? Ha! Ha! Ha! Don't make me laugh. I wouldn't give any of you a job as a cleaner in the lowest pissoir in Uxbridge.'


One of the first heavyweights I tangled with on the forum was Rob Steadman. Rob had the uncanny ability to keep four or five threads in the air at the same time. He was very knowledgeable but I had to correct him on several occasions about Oxford University. Then there was a very erudite poster named Jbloggs that I crossed swords with. He was an MFL teacher and a practising Anglican. We had a great ding-dong battle over the Church of England. It went to almost three thousand posts.


And all those usernames that I adopted: Existentialdyke, Nonexistentialdyke, Robert Pennington, Yarooleggoyoubeasts, Johnny Bluenote, Ralph Palladin, Gene Tunney, Albert Westphal, Gabriel 'Flash' Elorde, In You Go Jones etc. Then of course Big S. The Big S thread had I think the greatest ever number of posts on the forum. Remember Carol and Mr X who wore slip-on shoes with metal buckles and polo necks? OH! CAROLl! It developed into my novel, HEARTBREAK AT HILLINGDON HIGH. Then of course there was my old friend Detterling - he was posting under the username Selwyn in those days.


The first I remember of Detterling he was having a row with Sir Henry Rawlinson. I took Sir Henry's side and then Detters turned his guns on me. At the start most of the battles between me and him were over Mrs Thatcher's legacy but out of the blue Detters announced to all and sundry that he had a ginger nephew. Then all hell broke loose. Some forthright views were exchanged I can tell you. To ease things I invited Detters down for a day's fishing on the Grand Union Canal at Uxbridge. I had a spot in mind that is one of my favourites - Black Jack's Lock out towards Denham.



The Grand Union Canal towards Denham

 Black Jack's Lock





Yep, l had it all planned. I would meet Detters at Uxbridge Station, we would drive out to the Coy Carp pub and restaurant on the canal just  out beyond Harefield. I would park in the pub car park, we would have a beer and then head up towards Black Jack's Lock. This is a beautiful spot where the River Colne  flows alongside the canal. We would follow the towpath beyond Black Jack's Lock and fish the stretch out towards Denham. I would supply a Fortnum & Mason picnic hamper for lunch. Alas it was never to be. Sadly Detters declined my generous invitation. I guess here we got the first glimpse of the Tyneside bottle job he turned out to be.


Now this was August 2005. Back to the new academic year in September and there was such a buzz about Opinion Forum. Detters continued to draw a lot of flak from posters over his intransigence over his nephew. Self-righteous and inflexible he just could not be talked to. I did offer him wise and compassionate advice but would he listen? Would he hell.  It was plain to all of us that he was in serious denial - in particular about the very real dangers of the gay lifestyle. He was pompous and arrogant and of course completely dismissive of any poster who did not toe totally the pinko liberal line on these issues. What he couldn't seem to get into his Tyneside head was that posters were in no way condemning his nephew.  They were genuinely trying to help.   Indeed I myself posted: 'In the Catechism of the Catholic Church it is made clear that all forms of discrimination, abuse, disrespect, prejudice, hatred, insulting remarks are to have no place among us. Often such behaviour really reveals the latent insecurities about the abuser's own sexual identity.'          
                                                                       

Anyhow life went on and we were joined by some great new posters on Opinion Forum - in particular a very learned Aberdonian, Grunwald and a Headteacher who adopted herself the username, Middlemarch. Thling (who soon transmogrified into Cuteinpuce) was a well informed Catholic, and Existentialtyke, a solicitor turned teacher, kept us up to speed with legal matters in respect of educational issues..  Two acolytes of Detterling also made their appearance at this time: an awful Scots woman from the Gorbals named Seren_dipity and Bigkid, a total Mummy's boy. (If you are reading this Bigkid I do hope you are wearing your woolly vest. In these chilly evenings you could easily go down with something.)

Now in the next month or so something quite extraordinary happened. Something that stands out in the annals of the forum. One autumn evening Detters was engaged in a right spat with the poster Jjbloggs (Not the poster Jbloggs, the MFL teacher and active C of E member ). Can't remember what the subject of the discussion was - but that's irrelevant. Suddenly Detters threw in the towel. Yes, Detters threw in the towel and announced he was too dizzy to carry on! Who could believe it? What a craven surrender! What a bottle job! Nothing like it happened before or after on Opinion Forum. What a bottle job! In the following days, lambasted from all directions for being such a lily-livered so-and-so, Detters tried to excuse his appalling lack of backbone with all sorts of bluff and bluster. No dice! He was about as convincing as Andrew Neil's hairline. My goodness! Didn't Sir Henry give him hell for months over his yellow streak!


Nevertheless I think Detters benefitted by posting about his nephew. It was a way of letting it all hang out. A catharsis if you like. And that's fine. I actually did something of the same myself. I started a thread about my disastrous first marriage - well, I shouldn't say 'marriage' as it was annulled by the Church. A marriage in effect never existed. A couple of years before I had gone through counselling to try and come to terms with agonising flashbacks to that traumatic time in my life. I found the counselling helpful. I did get some sympathetic listeners on the forum thread and I felt this was also helpful. Not that in general everyone was sympathetic to Gene  -  far from it. But did I care? Millwall fans have a chant that goes something like: Nobody likes us... we don't care. Well that goes for me also.


By early 2006 I was becoming quite well known and quite well resented on Opinion Forum. I remember getting an email from a lady who had attended one of the TES meets - in Leeds if I remember correctly - and she told me that quite a bit of the talk had been about Gene. Then in February 2006 I started the Big S thread. Wow! Was it successful? Or was it successful? A brilliant wind up, it had the pinko liberal leftists grinding their teeth in fury. Detters was incandescent with rage. It led to my novel HEARTBREAK AT HILLINGDON HIGH. Let us recall the opening:


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HEARTBREAK at HILLINGDON HIGH

A sneak preview of the opening of my novel HEARTBREAK at HILLINGDON HIGH. It tells the story of Carol, a stunning blonde teaching in the English department at HH, who falls for Mr X, a handsome, curly-haired Irishman who teaches in the MFL department at this same school. Mr X has soft brown eyes which are Sanpaku and is quite a charmer with a penchant for slip-on shoes with metal buckles and polo-necked jumpers. But Mr X has a dark secret...


EXTRACT:


Deputy Head Michelle Gove strode across the central quadrangle of Hilllingdon High. It was 6. 30am, a beautiful summer morning. A faint breeze wafted across carrying on it the rich tang from the  Grand Union Canal. The breeze dislodged petal blossoms from the flowering cherry trees and they landed in flocculent dustings on the neatly trimmed lawns. The janitor, chirpy Cockney, Nobby Clarkeson, came across from his early morning opening-up doors rounds.

'What a beautiful morning Nobby,' said Michelle, 'I always love this last Friday before the summer mid-term break. It makes one feel there's a God in heaven and that all is well with the world.'

'If you say so Mrs G,' Nobby acquiesced.

'Let's hope the remainder of this term is not disrupted by any more of those public sector strikes,' said Michelle.

'Don't get me started Mrs G,' said Nobby. 'Know what? I would have any teachers who go on strike taken out and shot in front of their forms.'

'Why Nobby that is exactly the view of the SMT in this school!' exclaimed Michelle. 'But have we got a government with the guts to implement such a policy?'

'Have we hell!,' snorted Nobby and disappeared in the direction of the toilets in a jangling of keys.

Michelle carried on across the quadrangle and caught sight of leather-clad Dale 'Larry' Grayson, the Head of Drama, parking his elaborately customized Honda Gold Wing motorcycle in the car park. 'Silly old poseur,' thought Michelle, 'and I don't care much for his pinko liberal politically correct views either.'

Michelle entered the main block and coming from the ajar door of the staffroom she could hear music playing lowly - the Beach Boys singing Sloop John B. Gingerly she pushed the door open and at the far end of the staffroom saw Carol slumped across a table, her blonde hair in disarray and an Ipod player cradled in her arms.

'My God Carol! Have you been here all night?' exclaimed Michelle.

Carol raised her head from the table and looked at Michelle. Carol was devastation personified. In answer to Michelle she handed her a tear-stained letter and said:

'On my way home after the twilight INSET session last night I found this in my pigeon hole. It's from Mr X.'

Michelle read slowly:
THE HEART HAS ITS REASONS WHICH REASON CAN'T FATHOM
                                                                                             Blaise Pascal

My Dearest Carol,                  

Where do I begin?  ...

Michelle finished reading and said to herself, 'I knew those slip-on shoes with buckles and those polo-necked jumpers signalled something that would end in tears.'

Michelle had that indefinable feeling that someone else was near. She looked around and standing there was the notorious staffroom gossip, Amelia Wordsworth. 'Oh my God,' thought Michelle, 'this will be all around the school before morning break.'



                                        OH CAROL  ... NEIL SEDAKA







Tuesday 17 January 2017

Long read: What liberal intellectuals get wrong about transgenderism

Long read: What liberal intellectuals get wrong about transgenderism



Nottingham's council house flies the LGBT flag for IDAHO (International Day Against Homophobia, Biphobia and Transphobia) (PA)
Most people instinctively feel threatened by the postmodern redefinition of gender. Their instincts are correct
The populist voter insurgencies of 2016 are complex, but one important aspect of them is the rejection of a seamless liberal order and worldview. Despite its unbearable claims to be the only possible worldview, liberalism has been rejected because it does not work for the majority of people. And just as liberal economics are now being questioned, so are liberalism’s cultural and ethical assumptions – in a way that the highly intelligent liberal Richard Rorty prophesied 20 years ago.
The backlash against liberalism
Liberals have too casually spoken as if being white, male and heterosexual were in itself a cause for suspicion, rather than a condition that white heterosexual males cannot help. So liberals should not be surprised if they now face a backlash from ordinary, not very successful WHMs who have dangerously started to think of themselves as a threatened “identity”.
This “whitelash” may well sometimes take on unpleasant forms of racial prejudice, misogyny, dislike of all Muslims, nationalism, even anti-semitism and so forth. But more commonly it is a reaction to liberals’ tendency to obsess over their favourite issues to the neglect of what the majority needs: family, community and work security along with a sense of cultural identity. (An identity that is all the more precious to the less-privileged, and often the key to their survival.) Too often liberals can sound not just as if they do not care about these things, but even as if they should be disparaged.
What is more, it is possible that liberals have too easily assumed that there exists a new consensus over abortion rights, euthanasia rights, gay marriage, transgender issues and positive discrimination (as opposed to formal equal access) for women and racial minorities. In reality, it may well be that a large number of people either reject or have doubts about these things, but feel that it is no longer acceptable to say so. Their real views perhaps emerged anonymously as one aspect of the votes for Brexit and for Trump.
In the face of all this, one can well feel a divided reaction. On the one hand, a fear of mass tyranny and new reasons to feel hesitant about the undiluted virtues of pure democracy. (See my new book The Politics of Virtue, co-written with Adrian Pabst). On the other hand, a certain sense that the voters have grasped several truths. Last year’s votes showed an inchoate popular recognition that liberalism has become a violent and elitist global tyranny, that economic and cultural liberalism are really at one (Blair, the Clintons, Cameron) and that we may have modified or abandoned ultimately Christian norms about sex and gender all too casually and with no serious debate. These popular instincts may all be far more intellectually cogent than the vapid conclusions of a thousand postmodern academic seminars.
This point was for me well illustrated by a recent radio phone-in programme where an academic rightly said that “race” was a mere European ideological construction, but a listener then asked why, in that case, the academic wanted to validate “black history” and “black studies” in isolation? Would that not just reinforce the ideological delusion? she naively but perceptively asked. The academic had no serious answer, illustrating the dialectical illiteracy of so many supposed intellectuals today.
Gender assumptions
In what follows I am not denying that there are some people with confused bodies who deserve our every help towards a viable individual solution. Nor that there are others with unfathomable psychological conditions estranging them from their own corporeal manifestation. Perhaps, in extremis, surgery is the only solution for them.
But many people rightly sense that the liberal obsession with the transgender issue has gone beyond merely wanting to help this minority. It has become a whole movement to change our notions of gender. And its preoccupations come across as irrelevant to most people, unjustified in its conclusions, and apparently condemnatory of the normal with which most people identify.
As with the new post-liberalism in general (in both nasty and wise variants), the point is not “conservatism” versus “progressivism”. It is rather a question of essentially liberal novelties tied to an individualist, positivist philosophy which recognises only “facts” and “choice” as real. To reject this philosophy does not make you a reactionary.
The contemporary liberal worldview, influenced especially by Judith Butler, sharply divides the mere “fact” of given bodily sex from the “chosen” cultural construction of gender. Bodily appearances of engenderment are no longer seen as manifestations of a psychic-bodily unity, but as meaningless physical circumstances. Real gender is seen as something that our culture has collectively fantasised.
However, more sophisticated exponents of cultural theory, including many feminists, have asked whether nature and culture can be so easily divided. And in reality, liberals cannot sustain an account which denies so much of our experience. Instead, they end up shamelessly muddling nature and culture. Exceptions to the gendered and heterosexual norm are at one moment deemed to be non-negotiably “given” as natural, even biological facts (nature), and at the next deemed to be valid individual preferences (culture).
Why liberalism hurts the poor
Liberalism, then, drives the attempt to displace the heterosexual norm – which leads to the (shockingly illiberal) criminalisation of those who do not endorse either gay practice or gay marriage. But liberalism includes capitalism: in the end, liberalism defines people as simply property-owners, narcissistic self-owners, choosers and consumers. Aquinas thought that our natural orientation to something outside ourselves was fundamental to our being. Liberalism, by contrast, denies the importance of relationships. Thereby it encourages the undoing of community, locality and beauty – and also marriage and the family.
And there is, naturally, money to be made out of all this. Husbands, wives, children and adolescents (this last an invention of the market) are more effective and exploitable consumers when they are isolated. Fluctuating identities and fluid preferences, including as to sexual orientation, consume still more, more often and more variously in terms of products and services. The fact that the market also continues to promote the nuclear family as the norm is not here to the point – of course it will make money from both the “normal” and the “deviant” and still more from their dispute. Ultimately, profits will accrue from reducing the heterosexual norm to the status of just another “lifestyle choice”.
The populist (as opposed to the well-heeled and ultra-liberal) faction amongst Brexiteers and Trumpists implicitly see all this – and realise that the marginalising of the family, as of secure labour, coherent community and safe environment, is not in their interests. For, as RR Reno and others have pointed out, the poor or relatively poor simply cannot afford the experimentation with sex, drugs and lifestyle that can be afforded by those cushioned by wealth.  Thus the result of sexual liberalism and the decay of marriage as a norm for working people is too often women left on their own with babies, and young men (shorn of their traditional chivalric and regular breadwinning dignity) driven to suicide.
The intellectuals’ mistake
I repeat that there are some people who really do have a psychic disparity with their gendered body. They may be a very small minority, but they should be listened to – and liberalism has certainly helped us to treat them with understanding and compassion.
But we should still consider irremediable psychic disparity with one’s gendered body to be a highly rare exception, and normatively one should assume (with the sensus communis of all ages) that gender indeed follows upon biological sex. Otherwise, one is embracing a most bizarre dualism of mind and body or soul and body.
Normatively, we will identify with the indications of our given bodies and be propelled by them towards attraction to “the other” body, or alternatively (in the case of gay people) to “the same”. But this is too much for liberalism, which finds such thought “essentialist” and limiting. For liberalism, inner feelings about sexual identity and attraction may imply that I am not really in the “right” body, or alternatively that it is my right to choose the body that I “really” want. There have also been stories, following the same logic, about people choosing to be disabled, to be of “another race” or even another species.
So two controversial points about transgenderism follow from this. First, that we are not talking here about simply the discovery of “another” minority condition that demands recognition and emancipation, but rather about a necessary extended footnote to the rendering of homosexuality as the new norm. For once we give equal status to attraction towards “the same” as to attraction towards “the other”, we have already rendered sexual difference a subordinate irrelevance.
Secondly, that the contradiction I described earlier is still there: “transgender” oscillates between being merely a matter of choice, and being something unchosen, something lodged in a presumed non-pathological soul.
A neurological or corporeal basis for transgender seems unlikely. It is just possible that genuine neurological evidence will alter our perspectives on all this, but so far it is very inconclusive. In any case, the mere discovery of a neurological equivalent to a state of psychic/corporeal confusion is unlikely to show which came first – the formation of the brain or of a person’s psychological responses to social interactions. Arguably, the psychology is more likely to come first, given the known extreme responsiveness of the habits of synapses to our patterns of behaviour.
Unless one could identify an unambiguously physical source at the genetic level for an abnormality of brain functioning, it would be very difficult to presume that transgender has ultimately neurological causes.
If transgender is alternatively considered to be a matter of choice, then one might suppose that collectively we should encourage people to stay in the bodies and psychic guise they were born with, since that is more likely to further social happiness and the perpetuation of the human race – or more immediately, the continuance of the European legacy (however much one may allow for the conversion and inculturation of incomers). Yet already there are suggestions and practices which demand that gender-neutrality be rendered normative, so that children can eventually choose (but how, with what guidance, with what formed habits?) their own gendered identity mix.
This is to ignore the overwhelming evidence familiar to us all (with no need for dubious accounts of experiments and statistics) for biologically-given gendered behaviour in babies and infants. So educating children this way is a recommendation for liberal tyranny and oppression. Most people rightly think any such educational programme is nuts. They are the intellectuals, and the liberal academics are the lunatics. 
And without bodily sexual difference, there would of course be no prompting to the social imagination of gender. This is the very simple point that is naïvely overlooked as too naïve by the Butlerian thinkers. It is dangerous to suggest that any and every claim to be in the wrong body requires the expenditure of scarce health resources, rather than some form of guidance. If we treat gender identity as so easily laid aside, we could lose our bedrock understanding of what human nature is.
The new intolerance
The present is here in some ways less tolerant than the past. As with homosexuality, past cultures did not so readily label transgender tendencies, much less make them all-defining of someone’s identity (think of late Victorian broadmindedness here, as in the case of the strange archiepiscopal Benson family). Instead, previous generations allowed that young girls might often be boys and – a little less readily – vice-versa. Screeds of nonsense are now written and enacted about gender-bending in Shakespeare as “subversive”, but the whole point about such ironic games is that they depended on seeing gender as a bi-substantial absolute (ie to be human is to be either male or female, period), while recognising that our deepest spiritual souls transcend gender even as they do not wholly do so.
By comparison, transgender as promoted today is a deadly earnest attempt to abolish gender altogether. Naturally, this promotion is most of all directed towards adolescents and children (rendering our fears, legitimate and not, over child abuse, somewhat hypocritical) by the commercial music industry.
What comes after transgender? Surely no gender at all, but only the lone self, wandering trapped in a labyrinth of endlessly binary forking paths, by which it is more controlled than it can ever be controlling. With gender vanishes sex, save for self-pleasuring, and with both sex and gender vanishes the most fundamental mode of eros and relationality: that between man and woman. Most non-tyrannical human self-government has been built on male-female relationality, as Ivan Illich showed. It also provides the metaphors on which most of religion is founded, from Hinduism to the Wisdom literature of the Bible.
And with this vanishing, reproduction would be more and more removed from the sphere of free and loving relationships and handed over to market forces and state scientific control. Increasingly isolated individuals would still want babies and it would be in the interests of both commerce and the state to provide them with the artificial means to do so and to seek to exert influence over that process and its outcome.  This is just what Aldous Huxley predicted in his Brave New Worldwhose title of course ironically invokes the founding cultural shock of the recognition of sexual difference in Shakespeare’s The Tempest. His brave new dystopia is really a world that puts an end to the true human novelty.
It is not surprising if the majority of people feel threatened by transgender obsessions, both for the way in which they themselves are perceived and for the fate of their children and their own way of life. Dimly, perhaps, they also discern the post-humanist direction in which this is all heading. Both the unchurched and Christian dissenters may have now obliquely spoken up for the western and Christian legacy more abruptly and absolutely than the mainline churches.
The cult of transgender is of course but one manifestation of a rejected liberalism, but it is highly symptomatic. And it may well be one of the things that has provoked an altogether unexpected populist reaction. Like so many, I do not admire much of the form this takes. But the people may sense that, in this case as in others, things have gone too far, and they are by no means wrong.

Pope demands protection for migrants following latest deadly shipwreck

Pope demands protection for migrants following latest deadly shipwreck



A migrant ship stranded on 30 miles off the Libyan coast (PA)
Italy's coastguard said only four people survived the sinking of a migrant ship carrying 100 people off the Libyan coast
Pope Francis demanded on Sunday that “every possible measure” be taken to protect young refugees, as search and rescue efforts continued off Libya’s coast following the latest deadly Mediterranean migrant shipwreck.
Italy’s coastguard said only four people survived the sinking of a migrant ship carrying around 100 people that went down 30 miles off the Libyan coast on Saturday. Only eight bodies have been recovered.
In his noon blessing, Francis recalled that the theme of the Church’s World Day of Migrants celebrated on Sunday concerned the particular vulnerability of young migrants — “our young brothers” who often flee home alone and face “so many dangers.”
“We must adopt every possible measure to guarantee young migrants protection and defense, as well as integration,” he said.
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The UN refugee agency has reported a sharp increase in the number of unaccompanied minors reaching Italy: 25,846 last year, more than double the previous year. Aid groups say if these young people survive the crossing, they are particularly vulnerable to exploitation and abuse by land-based traffickers once they reach Europe.
The UN High Commissioner for Refugees says 2016 was the deadliest year on record for the Mediterranean migrant route, with more than 5,000 deaths reported. In 2015, there were 3,771 deaths recorded, though the total number is unknown given many bodies are never recovered.
Two of the dead reached Italian shores on Sunday as the rescue ship Aquarius pulled into port in Messina, Sicily with some 300 migrants from recent rescue operations. Two coffins were offloaded for family members to claim, UNHCR said. Another three people who were rescued in recent days subsequently died of hypothermia, the agency said.
Usually, bad weather and rough seas deter Libyan-based smugglers from launching overloaded boats full of migrants bound for Italy. But Italy’s coastguard reported 550 people were rescued on Friday and another 800 on Thursday alone.
Further west, Spain’s maritime rescue service said the bodies of seven African migrants had been found dead along the Strait of Gibraltar since Friday.
The latest casualty was a woman who was found dead late Saturday aboard a drifting boat along the coast of Spain’s north African enclave of Ceuta. Seven survivors were handed over to Spanish authorities.
The Spanish rescue service says the coast is being patrolled for survivors on another drifting boat that reportedly departed from neighbouring Morocco. Six African migrants who drowned are thought to have been on that boat, which may have been shipwrecked.

An extremely interesting new book hitting the shops. The TES Opinion Forum Clique exposed!







An extremely interesting new book hitting the shops. The TES Opinion Forum Clique exposed!



Monday 16 January 2017

Del and Dylan: Fewer Than Six Degrees of Separation

Del and Dylan: Fewer Than Six Degrees of Separation
GUEST POST BY PHIL FITZPATRICK

Del Shannon, 1965
Where to begin, where to begin . . . let’s start on the weekend of April 17-18, 1964 in Cambridge, Massachusetts in the spring of my freshman year in college. Among the performers we had booked for what was then known as the Freshman Jubilee Weekend were two men whose names will be forever linked, however remotely, in music history. Saturday night was a big dance featuring 30-year old Del Shannon whose 1961 chart-topping hit “Runaway” has been covered over the years by such luminaries as Elvis, John Mayall, The Beach Boys, The Traveling Wilburys, and Bonnie Raitt who performed it at Shannon’s Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction.

Dylan in NYC, 1962*
The Friday night show was a much quieter affair, a performance by Bob Dylan, then just 23 years old but shaking the foundations of the music world having already released three albums and played Carnegie Hall. It had been rumored all week that another young folk singer named Joan Baez would make a surprise appearance as the two had been inviting each other to do guest spots at concerts. Sure enough, after intermission, out she came dressed all in white and looking quite distinct from the scruffy denim-and-leather troubadour by her side. The show took place at a local high school, and we were transfixed by this Midwestern hick, the raven-haired beauty with whom he shared the stage, and their still relatively new sound, a sound that in retrospect was nothing less than the leading edge of a mighty (and now well-documented) shift in popular music. Nevertheless, we were clear that Shannon was the “featured” performer that weekend.

Three years earlier, both artists were just getting started in New York City. On January 21 at the Bell Sound Studios, Shannon, his keyboard player Max Crook who was using his own invention, a precursor to the synthesizer he called the Musitron, and session musicians including legendary guitarist Al Caiola spent just three hours laying down tracks for “Runaway.” The song was released on the Bigtop label, and in less than two months, “Runaway” had reached #1 on the Billboard charts and was selling 80,000 copies a day.

Bob Dylan arrived in New York City on January 24 having thumbed his way east from Minneapolis. Crashing in fellow folkies’ living rooms, visiting Woody Guthrie whose songs he was singing in Greenwich Village coffee houses, and telling tall tales of his early days as a roustabout out West, Dylan wasted no time getting himself up to, on, and off the music history launching pad in record time.

Tracking music careers often presents a dizzying array of sidemen, cities, and circumstances. It’s tough to keep it all straight, especially when the careers are as lengthy and meandering as Shannon’s and Dylan’s were (and still are in Dylan’s case). Throw in misunderstandings, disappointments, false starts, and the usual issues surrounding the plethora of business deals and promotional decisions that must be made for songs to become hits, hits to become albums, and albums to become popular and it’s easy for casual observers to lose track ofall but the most well-publicized of details. The two decades that flew by between that April weekend in 1964 and the last six years before Del Shannon, suffering from depression and disappointment, took his own life were filled with ups and downs for both men, musically as well as personally. But their careers nearly intersected once more during the two years, 1988-1990, when Dylan was a member of the Traveling Wilburys.

Shannon had collaborated with Tom Petty in 1978 and ten years later was working with Petty and fellow Wilbury member Jeff Lynne on an album called Rock On! When Roy Orbison, also a Wilbury, died of heart failure in 1988 just after their first album was released, it was rumored that Shannon might take his place in the group for their second album. It was not meant to be apparently, and on February 8, 1990, Shannon committed suicide. To honor him, Lynne and Petty completed production on Rock On! and released it posthumously.

Shannon was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1999. Two bold markers honoring him stand tall and easily accessible in Michigan, the artist’s home state. One is in Battle Creek where Shannon wrote “Runaway,” and the other in his home town of Coopersville, halfway between Grand Rapids and Lake Michigan.

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Phil Fitzpatrick is an author and poet who last year presented Home Is Where The Start Is: North Country Echoes in Bob Dylan's Life and Music. If able, Mr. Fitzpatrick will make the presentation again at the 2017 Duluth Dylan Fest. 

Friday 13 January 2017

Bishops warn of intolerance after government advisor criticises Catholic schools


Bishops warn of intolerance after government advisor criticises Catholic schools

Bishop Philip Egan of Portsmouth (mazur/catholicnews.org.uk)

Bishops Philip Egan and Mark Davies said an 'equalities agenda' could lead to intolerance
Two English bishops have responded after a government advisor criticised Catholic schools.
Two days ago, Dame Louise Casey, a senior government adviser on integration, told a Commons select committee: “It is not OK for Catholic schools to be homophobic and anti-gay marriage.” She added: “I have a problem with the expression of religious conservatism because I think often it can be anti-equalities.”
Bishop Philip Egan of Portsmouth told the Catholic News Service (CNS) that any restrictions on Catholic schools passing on the Church’s moral teachings would be worthy of George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four. The bishop said it was increasingly difficult to engage in reasonable discussion and argument over anything to do with sexuality.
Trying to preach sexual morality in Britain has become “like arguing with an alcoholic”, he said. “After a while, they won’t argue with you on grounds of reason, they just become furious and respond that way. There is something in our culture increasingly like that.”
Bishop Mark Davies of Shrewsbury told CNS that Britain’s Christian heritage shaped the country’s values. “These values would be undermined if an ‘equalities agenda’ in schools became the vehicle for an increasing intolerance of Christian teaching,” Bishop Davies said.
He added: “Strangely, it is the historic teachings of Christianity and the Christian vision of marriage which might be in need of toleration.”
The Catholic Church must develop new apologetics to address such intolerance, he said, and would also benefit internationally from a papal or magisterial document on anthropology to counter emerging ideologies about the person.
The Catholic Education Service, an agency of the Bishops’ Conference of England and Wales, told CNS that Catholic schools in Britain were not guilty of homophobia.
“Catholic education focuses around the formation of the whole person, and all Catholic schools must be a safe, open and tolerant environment for all pupils,” the statement said.
“As such, we expect all Catholic schools to have a zero tolerance approach to homophobic bullying,” it said.
Casey gave her evidence to Parliament a month after she published a major review on social integration in Britain.
Her report proposed that migrants should swear an “oath of integration with British values and society” before they become British citizens.
It recommended that children should be taught British values of tolerance, democracy and respect in schools and that all public office holders swear an “oath of integration enshrining British values.”
Catholic lawyer Neil Addison, director of the Thomas More Legal Centre in Liverpool, told CNS in a telephone interview that British values required citizens to obey laws and not necessarily agree with them.
The danger of using oaths to make people agree with a law, he said, lay in turning “law-abiding citizens into potential criminals,” representing a “threat to the idea that people can have differences of opinion.”
“A healthy society should accept differences of opinion,” Addison said.
Should Catholic schools be forbidden to teach the faith in areas of sexuality then “the Church would have to question whether it was worth” funding such institutions, Addison said.
Same-sex marriage was legalised by the Marriage (Same Sex Couples) Act 2013, which came into force a year later.

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Please heed what I said about Detterling. He can turn on the waterworks and play the martyr and victim card at the drop of a hat.

Thursday 12 January 2017

DAMIAN THOMPSON ON POPE FRANCIS

Why more and more priests can’t stand Pope Francis. He has been pigeonholed as fearless reformer, but questions are arising about his judgment



14 January 2017


On 2 January, the Vatican published a letter from Pope Francis to the world’s bishops in which he reminded them that they must show ‘zero tolerance’ towards child abuse. The next day, the American Week magazine published an article that told the story of ‘Don Mercedes’ — Fr Mauro Inzoli, an Italian priest with a passion for expensive cars and underage boys.
In 2012, Pope Benedict stripped Inzoli of his priestly faculties, effectively defrocking him. In 2014, however, they were restored to him — by Pope Francis, who warned him to stay away from minors.
Then, finally, the Italian civil authorities caught up with this serial groper of teenagers in the confessional. Last summer Inzoli was sentenced to four years and nine months in jail for paedophile offences. The Vatican, under ‘zero-tolerance’ Francis, refused to supply evidence that prosecutors wanted.
If Pope Benedict XVI had displayed such a hypocritical attitude towards a clerical child abuser, the roof would have fallen in on him: he’d have been driven out of office instead of resigning.
But most of the world’s media have pigeon-holed Francis as a fearless reformer, doing battle against Vatican mafiosi, kiddie-fiddlers and ‘fundamentalists’. This perception made it easy for the Pope’s allies to keep the name of Mauro Inzoli out of English–speaking news outlets until last week.
That perception may change in 2017. For more than two years, leading Catholics have been at each other’s throats over a plan — surreptitiously supported by the Pope — to allow divorced-and-remarried Mass-goers to receive Holy Communion. The secular media have treated this, understandably, as an inside-the-beltway story. It’s difficult to make headlines out of a controversy that even theologians find hard to grasp.
At the end of last year, however, the communion row began to overlap with other controversies, all of which raised questions not only about the Pope’s judgment but also about his state of mind.
A man who, when he took office, seemed endearingly informal — paying his own bill at his hotel, refusing to live in the Apostolic Palace, making surprise phone calls to members of the public — now cuts a less sympathetic figure.
He has broken with a far more significant papal tradition than living in the papal apartments or travelling in limousines. He has defied the convention that a pope, once elected, ceases to play nasty curial politics.


Pope Benedict respected this convention. Liberals who were worried that the ‘Rottweiler’ would harbour ancient grudges watched in amazement — and relief — as he turned into a virtual hermit. This created the factional chaos that led to his resignation — but right up until the end, Benedict was always ‘the Holy Father’.
That title has almost dropped out of use inside the Vatican under Francis, at least in everyday conversation. And, when you hear it, there is an edge of sarcasm. For example: ‘As the Holy Father so wisely says, we all have a natural tendency to eat shit.’
The priest in question is no fan of Francis. But the fact is that the Pope did say it — in public. Last month, he told the media to stop spreading fake stories because ‘people have a tendency towards the sickness of coprophagia’. Which means eating excrement.
Why did he say it? The traditionalist blog Rorate Caeli suggested that ‘ageing or an underlying medical issue’ was responsible for his ‘persistent anger, rancour, vituperation, use of uncouth words (which is known to be increasingly frequent in private)’.
Again, this is an opponent speaking. There is no evidence that the Pope is mentally ill. However, plenty of Vatican employees will testify to his outbursts of temper, rudeness towards subordinates and vulgar language.
He can also be genial, funny and compassionate. But this side of his personality is increasingly reserved for his inner circle and his allies.
All popes have inner circles, it goes without saying. What distinguishes Francis from his recent predecessors is the nature of the alliances he forms. He is far more brutal in the exercise of his power than, say, Pope John Paul II, who certainly had an authoritarian streak in him.
‘Bergoglio divides the church into those who are with him and those who are against him — and if he thinks you’re in the latter camp then he’ll come after you,’ says a priest who works in the curia.





‘Bergoglio’, note: he doesn’t even call him ‘Francis’. Tellingly, this priest used to be a fervent supporter of some of the Pope’s administrative reforms and he doesn’t look back nostalgically at the reign of Benedict, whom he blames for neglecting his papal duties.
But, like so many Vatican employees, he’s sick of Francis’s habit of telling the entire Roman curia that they are modern-day Pharisees — an analogy that casts the Argentinian pontiff in the role of Jesus.
Clearly Francis believes that relaxing the rules on communion for Catholics in irregular marriages is an act of Christlike compassion. This is also the view of the venerable liberal cardinals who campaigned to elect him. It is often said that he is enacting their agenda — and it’s true that Francis is well disposed to liberal demands for women deacons and married priests.
He is not, however, their instrument. In the words of a Vatican observer who held an important position in Rome for many years, ‘He hasn’t taken on the old progressive mantle so much as created his own personality cult.’ Theological niceties bore him. Personal loyalty obsesses him — ‘and if the cardinal electors had done due diligence they would have discovered that he was an extraordinarily divisive figure among the Argentinian Jesuits’.
It’s not hard to detect a Latin American flavour to the deal-making and settling of scores that has become blatant over the past year. Most Catholic bishops had thought Francis was a plain-spoken and perhaps touchingly naive reformer. Instead, they are confronted by a pope who is simultaneously combative, charming, bad-tempered, idealistic and vengeful.
Does that remind you of anyone? The Trump-Francis analogy has been doing the rounds in Rome for months, and not just among the Pope’s opponents.
‘It’s not meant entirely seriously,’ says a well-placed source. ‘No one is suggesting that Jorge Bergoglio is tempted by the same sins of the flesh as Donald Trump.
‘And there’s another difference. The Americans can kick out their old rogue after four years. Francis doesn’t have to stand for re-election by the conclave. Which, believe me, is lucky for him, because after the misery and nonsense of the past couple of years he’d be eliminated in the first ballot.’

Tuesday 10 January 2017

Catholic hospital sued for refusing to carry out sex-change procedure

Catholic hospital sued for refusing to carry out sex-change procedure



St Joseph's Regional Medical Center in Paterson, New Jersey, said it was following guidelines from the US bishops' conference (Photo: PA)

The lawsuit comes amid fears that Catholic hospitals may be forced to carry out abortions and gender reassignment surgery
A transgender man has sued a Catholic hospital, saying it cited religion in refusing to allow his surgeon to perform a hysterectomy as part of his sex change.
Jionni Conforti had scheduled the surgery at St Joseph’s Regional Medical Center in Paterson in 2015. He says a hospital administrator told him the procedure to remove his uterus couldn’t be done because it was a Catholic hospital.
“I felt completely disrespected,” said Conforti. “That’s not how any hospital should treat any person regardless of who they are.”
The hospital said on Thursday that it followed ethical and religious directives from the US Conference of Bishops in making decisions about care and treatment. The directives say procedures judged “morally wrong” by the Church do not have to be performed.
The lawsuit comes after a federal judge in Texas ordered a halt to new US Health and Human Services regulations that forbid discrimination against transgender people by doctors, hospitals and insurers.
Five states, a Christian medical association and an Indiana-based network of religious hospitals have launched a legal challenge against the regulations, which had been due to go into effect on January 1.
Judge Reed O’Connor ruled on Saturday that religious hospitals would be forced to violate their beliefs or risk severe consequences if they did not change their policies.
Another challenge to the regulations – which Catholic hospitals say would force them to perform gender transitioning procedures and abortions – was filed in federal court last week in North Dakota by a group of Catholic businesses and organisations, including the Catholic Benefits Association and the Diocese of Fargo.
Opponents say the regulations create a moral problem for Catholic employers and religious groups. They say Pope Francis has reiterated Catholic teachings oppose theories that a person’s sex is alterable.
“While initiating a lawsuit is not something we take lightly, this new mandate represents a grave threat to religious freedom,” said Bishop John Folda of Fargo.
Conforti, who is represented by the non-profit Lambda Legal, said a nurse in charge of surgery confirmed the procedure could be scheduled but his doctor was told later it wouldn’t be allowed because it was for gender reassignment.
An email cited in the lawsuit from the hospital’s director of mission services, Fr Martin Rooney, said it couldn’t allow the surgery because it was a Catholic hospital.
But the hospital’s patient bill of rights guarantees medical services without discrimination based on “gender identity or expression”, the lawsuit said.
Conforti, of Totowa, said he felt betrayed and became depressed after the hospital’s decision. Although he had the procedure performed three months later at a different hospital, he said he’s suing so no one else has to go through what he did.
Conforti, 33, is seeking monetary damages and a requirement the hospital perform any needed medical care for transgender patients. He cites the problem of suicide in the transgender community.
“Anything can trigger that. Something may seem small, but to a trans person it’s not,” he said. “I don’t want other trans people to have to go through and feel what I felt.”

I’m Sure Schadenfreude Is a Sin, But Still …

I’m Sure Schadenfreude Is a Sin, But Still …


I can't help indulging in it. 2016 was a great year. That splendid Good Yarn night discomfiting my enemies. Bob Dylan winning the Nobel Prize discomfiting those who laughed at me when I started campaigning for this. Donald Trump winning the US Presidency as I had correctly predicted discomfiting the pinko liberals. Ah! yes! Schadenfreude.

BOB DYLAN  ... Nobel laureate


Monday 9 January 2017

The Tyranny Of Transgender Ideology

The Tyranny Of Transgender Ideology



                         

She is woman, hear her roar — or she will bite your head off (CREATISTA/Shutterstock)
Surprise, surprise:
A transgender man sued a Roman Catholic hospital on Thursday, saying it cited religion in refusing to allow his surgeon to perform a hysterectomy as part of his sex transition.
Jionni Conforti’s sex and gender discrimination lawsuit comes as new regulations hailed as groundbreaking anti-discrimination protections for transgender people are under legal attack from religious groups.
Conforti had scheduled the surgery at St. Joseph’s Regional Medical Center in Paterson in 2015. He says a hospital administrator told him the procedure to remove his uterus couldn’t be done because it was a “Catholic hospital.
“I felt completely disrespected,” said Conforti, whose transition began in 2004. “That’s not how any hospital should treat any person regardless of who they are.”
The hospital said Thursday it follows ethical and religious directives from the U.S. Conference of Bishops in making decisions about care and treatment. The directives say procedures judged “morally wrong” by the church don’t have to be performed.
Madness. You cannot dissent from what they want; you’ve got to give them everything, or they’ll do what they can to destroy you.
You’ve probably heard by now about National Geographic‘s celebratory “everything’s coming up trans!” issue. Writing in The Public Discourse today, Andrew T. Walker and Denny Burk eviscerate author Robin Marantz Henig’s report from the magazine Excerpts:
First (and most problematic): Henig offers no substantive argument for why one’s internal, self-perception of his or her “gender identity” ought to determine one’s gender or have authority greater than one’s biological sex. The essay offers testimonies of people who say that their gender identity is at odds with their biological sex. But testimony is not sufficient. Asserting a claim does not demonstrate the authenticity of that claim. Readers are given no explanation for why we ought to regard the claims of one’s gender identity as reality rather than a subjective feeling or self-perception.
Indeed, this is the crux of the matter that plagues the transgender movement. It is based not on evidence, but on the ideology of expressive individualism—the idea that one’s identity is self-determined, that one should live out that identity, and that everyone else must respect and affirm that identity, no matter what it is. Expressive individualism requires no moral argument or empirical justification for its claims, no matter how absurd or controverted they may be. Transgenderism is not a scientific discovery but a prior ideological commitment about the pliability of gender.
More:
The final page of Henig’s article celebrates the mutilation of minor children with a full-page picture of a shirtless 17-year old girl who recently underwent a double mastectomy in order to “transition” to being a boy. Why do transgender ideologues consider it harmful to attempt to change such a child’s mind but consider it progress to display her bare, mutilated chest for a cover story? Transgender ideologues like Henig never address this ethical contradiction at the heart of their paradigm. Why is it acceptable to surgically alter a child’s body to match his sense of self but bigoted to try to change his sense of self to match his body? If it is wrong to attempt to change a child’s gender identity (because it is fixed and meddling with it is harmful), then why is it morally acceptable to alter something as fixed as the reproductive anatomy of a minor? The moral inconsistency here is plain.
And:
Henig makes a surprising and startling admission near the end of her essay: “Biology has a habit of declaring itself eventually.” On this, Henig is right. Humanity cannot escape the limits inscribed upon it. It is impossible to transgress biological boundaries stamped on human nature without the basic categories of human existence unraveling. If the National Geographic story tells anything, it tells of a society going down a path of self-willed experimentation that will lead to misery and a denial of human telos. In truth, this movement born of effete academics and progressive mythology is nothing more than dressed-up barbarism.
Read the whole thing. It is a detailed and systematic demolition of Henig’s piece.
On a number of occasions over the past few years, I’ve cited a lecture I once attended in Cambridge, delivered by the literary critic Dame Gillian Beer. She spoke about the way various elements within Victorian society seized upon Darwin’s findings and claimed them as scientific evidence for various ideologies to which they had a prior commitment. Abolitionists claimed that Darwin clearly showed why slavery was wrong, because deep down, we’re all the same. Imperialists claimed that Darwin clearly showed why it was the destiny of Europeans to rule over “lesser” races in the colonies, because survival of the fittest. And so on. Dame Gillian’s point was that the findings of science are always received within a particular cultural milieu that bends our interpretation of them, and that we must take great care to make ourselves aware of the difference between what is true scientifically, and what is a non-scientific conclusion to which we wish to make the facts conform.
Last February, New York magazine’s Jesse Singal wrote a frankly terrifying piece about how militant transgender advocates bullied a cowardly Canadian clinic into firing Dr. Ken Zucker, one of the world’s top researchers in the transgender field, because he, though a public advocate of accepting transgenders, did not believe that the science justified some of the more radical claims trans activists were making. If you missed it back then, read it now. This actually happened, and it’s going to keep happening, until people push back hard.
The stakes for all of us could hardly be higher. From an important interview with Dr. Jordan Peterson, the Canadian <del>psychiatrist</del> clinical psychologist who is being persecuted for his refusal to use the new panoply of Orwellian pronouns:
We’re teaching university students lies, and pandering to them, and I see that as counterproductive.
There’s even an anti-psychology program at OISE [Ontario Institute for Studies in Education]. It started when they got rid of [Ken] Zucker, and you don’t stop with one person. Zucker was a more than credible psychologist. He ran a very good program for people who had gender dysphoria, and he was conservative. Zucker’s attitude was that if you’ve got a kid who is complaining about their gender, you follow them up, and you see what happens, and you derive your conclusions from the research. Eighty percent of them declare themselves as homosexual, ninety percent settle into their biological identity as adults. His logical conclusion is to keep the goddamned surgical knife sheathed, and don’t bring out the hormones too soon. Well that’s all gone – it’s illegal now for doctors to question the decision of a three-year old child that he is a she. And if the parents want to start biological transformation, it is illegal for the doctor to reject that.
Did you see that Lauren Southern got identity as a man from the Ontario government? That shows you what the law has done to the physicians. That physician couldn’t question her because it’s illegal. So now Lauren Southern has government identification as a man. She went to the Service Ontario kiosk in high heels and makeup. She didn’t expect to get the god damned ID. That also means that the government is so tangled up in this mess that they’ll actually sacrifice their own ID. Think about that – think about what will happen to our society if people’s identification became unstable.
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GENE TAKEN TO TASK BY SNARLING NOBODY

GENE TAKEN TO TASK BY SNARLING NOBODY


Detters has started a blog attacking Gene. Best laugh I've had since I put salt in the Headteacher's sugar bowl back at the school Christmas dinner in December 1980!


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Detterling aged 15 trainspotting in 1959

GRANNY BARKES FELL IN WOOLWORTHS

GRANNY BARKES FELL IN WOOLWORTHS
 

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