That notorious den of iniquity and perversion, the BBC, informs us more and more men in California use that strange tentative, “I am not really sure of what I’m saying” tone effected by raising the pitch at the end of the sentence.
I did not know the phenomenon (totally unknown in my neck of the wood) until I came in contact with Americans who had a strange way of answering your question, almost as if they were asking a question themselves rather than give an answer. This was not only by straight answers, but by every expression of opinion or judgment, often mixed with qualifiers like “I suppose” or “I guess”. I heard it mostly from women, but also from men, and whilst it might have had a girly charm in a woman (particularly if young) I found it extremely emasculated in a man.
Question: “Where do you come from?”
Answer: “Los Angeles?”
John Wayne, it ain’t.
It now appears the trend is spreading. How can you be surprised? More and more boys are growing in dysfunctional families, either without a father or with an absent one, whilst the schools have less and less male teachers. Even the priest is – probably if you are a catholic, and very probably if you aren’t – not a model of masculinity. These poor boys, who must in many cases nowadays not even be allowed to play “Cowboys and Indians” by their politically correct, possibly men-hating single mothers, will forcibly grow up in an effeminate environment. Worse, in an environment where masculinity is seen as threatening, or otherwise not desired. Is it a surprised that these poor boys grow up speaking like girls? They speak like girls because, even if the environment will not succeed in make of most of them faggots, it will succeed in making them sissies. A life of whining and bitching awaits them, in which the expectation of handouts from the ever-growing State will prevail over the traditional masculine virtues of going out there “hunting”, possibly taking risks and always accepting responsibilities, and seeing themselves as the providers and protectors of the women in their life. Make no mistake, such a sissy is very likely to vote Obama and his successors for his entire life, expecting the Government to take over every aspect of his life whilst he waffles about women’s rights.
Your typical product of the Californian liberal-single-mother culture (I shudder at thinking how many they must be, sipping their caramel faggoty skinny latte macchiato grande at the nearest Starbucks while making burnt offerings on the altar of inclusiveness) will clearly absorb the ways of their mothers and their (bitchy; yes, bitchy; yes, I know it) female friends and start to behave accordingly.
The Starbucks generation is upon us. Clearly, they’ll have to rely on the Government as their provider.
Children, we are informed today, as young as nine.
The country is, understandably, shocked.
Now let me think…
Wasn't there another famous chap who also screwed a little girl of nine?
How was his name?
Ah, now I remember!
One struggles to believe the BBC was once considered a professional broadcaster.
This rubbish has been online since the 28 February, so it has been online for now 8 days undisturbed. It truly beggars belief.
It is difficult to pick where to start, but let us select some of the most outlandish observations:
1) “Two-Pope Problem”.
I though it was Two Popes, but I am not a mother tongue. Still, at the moment there is no Pope, and when one is elected there will be one Pope.
One. Then zero. Then one. Not difficult.
When a BBC Director-General resigns, the BBC does not write any article titled “the Two-General-Director Problem”.
Cue the outlandish “Antipope” theory; not read anywhere else, not picked up by anyone, not taken seriously even by my cat; but apparently good enough for some BBC hack. “Antipope” must sounds good; one of those words of which few people really know the meaning, but of which many more love to hear the sound; like “Antichrist”.
3) “Exploit such ambiguities”.
This confused chap says he is a papal historian, but again he sounds more like an incompetent hack asked to write some rubbish before lunchtime for £25 and a McDonald voucher. The idea there are “ambiguities” as to who is the Pope is just as stupid as the idea the new Pope might introduce such innovations on – how do you get this wrong? – “the role of the women” as to cause some people to, ahem… do what exactly?
In addition, notice the suave “there are those in the Church”. It matches well the “two theologians”, of which one isn’t mentioned. I though this was a professionally run site, paid by the British people with a compulsory licence, with professional writers and professional editors.
The astonished Catholic learns from this supposed “papal historian” the SSPX are “schismatics” and “out of the Church”, which suggests Mr Walsh may smoke very strange substances in the morning. We are also informed the SSPX “have been long on the verge of declaring a sede vacante“, a circumstance of which the SSPX should be informed immediately, or in alternative whatever Mr Walsh is smoking should be taken away from him at once.
The SSPX is also now a “separate church, yet another division within Christianity”. When you stop laughing about the “separate church”, consider the “papal historian” is insinuating the baddy baddy Christians are oh so much divided.
5) “Muddling the waters”, “quasi alternative Pope”.
This man is clearly not a Catholic; still, even a Protestant or an atheist should know better than that. Not even illiterate peasants will be in any doubt as to who is Pope, or will consider the waters “muddled”, or will even imagine the existence of a “quasi alternative Pope”. The BBC’s “papal historian” apparently will. Oh well…
6) “Confusion gets worse” because of Gaenswein.
This is as stupid as the rest, but even more naive. How there should be any “confusion” because Gaenswein remains Benedict’s secretary is beyond me. The new Pope will decide who is his private secretary, and if and what other task he will have. End of.
Wake up, Mr Walsh.
7) “Pope Benedicts was always happier with books (and cats) than with people”.
First blow below the belt line. We are here informed Benedict doesn’t like immortal souls. He prefers cats instead. This airy comment, this miserable hack dares to make about a man called Holy Father the world over, whose very name (Papa) reminds of his function of spiritual father of all of us, seeing in all of us his sons. This remark from our historian hack is, simply, despicable.
Second blow below the belt line. I have not heard anyone accusing the former Pontiff of “pride” because of the title he has kept. Even Mr Walsh should get – on a good day – that in this case he would not have resigned.
Thankfully, this astonishing pack of lies, deceitful hints and veiled accusations at this point comes to an end.
Again: this is a professional site, fed by public money. Don’t they have editors? How can it be that rubbish like that is cleared for publication? Who authorised this? Is there one single person at the BBC who knows something about Catholicism?
The BBC’s incompetence is only equaled by their arrogance. The sooner they get shut down, the better.
I am afraid we’ll need another couple of scandals for that, though, as Jimmy Savile apparently wasn’t enough.
The extent of Jimmy Savile’s perversion has now emerged in all its shocking dimension, easily realising yours truly’s prediction that the first wave of revelations was merely the tip of the iceberg. It has also become more than apparent Savile skilfully used his popularity to deter from personal attacks to him. Part of this game was, of course, seeking the vicinity of popular people, and using their own charisma, prestige or simple notoriety to build a protective shield. His ability to intimidate must have helped him, but he could only intimidate because he had his popularity and vicinity to the power to allow him to do so.
Among others, the Prince of Wales, Margaret Thatcher and Pope John Paul II had photo-opportunities or were linked to him; this has originated, from the usual quarters, the usual predictable criticism.
Still, there are important distinctions to be made. Neither John Paul II nor Margaret Thatcher ever worked with Savile on a regular basis, and for an intelligent man like him it must have been automatic to realise when in the company of prominence even for an extended time – as it was the case, it appears, of the Prince of Wales – he had to be on his best behaviour and do not give rise to any suspicion the vicinity to him might one day become a huge liability.
On the contrary, it is on Savile’s favourite hunting ground, the BBC, that his behaviour must have been noticed, as it is absolutely inconceivable he could have worked there for decades without his true personality as an extremely creepy person – to say the least – emerging. This we know because we know the freedom and impunity he enjoyed there. You don’t brag or make jokes about sex with 12 years old with the Prime Minister, but if you do with your colleagues at the BBC (as he most certainly did), well it must have reached a lot of ears, intimidation or no intimidation.
Why, then, was Jimmy Savile left untouched by his own bosses for so long? Very simply, because the BBC is an evil organisation filled with utterly immoral people with no clue about basic decency and no problems with perverted behaviour. When you see the BBC produced TV version of Dickens’ “Little Dorritt”, with strong lesbian undertones inconceivable in the original; or the BBC co-produced version of “Brideshead revisited” with a grotesque homosexual twisting of the main characters; or again many other BBC co-production like “The History Boys”, where the homosexual issue is heavily present, as it is in ” The best exotic Marigold Hotel”, another BBC Co-production unavoidably exhalting faggotry and sodomy, you know what these people’s plan is.
Basically, the BBC puts our money only in productions pushing their own perverted agenda, and they go so far in their madness they do not hesitate to sully classics of English Literature for the same purpose. Is it a surprise that in such an environment a Jimmy Savile may go on undisturbed for decades? What has happened with Savile is merely another facet of the general decay and perversion reigning undisturbed within the BBC walls. When Satan infiltrates such an organisation with his stupid champagne cretins, he will obviously not be happy with merely one perversion.
All this, of course, with money we are obliged by law to pay so that the Buggers Broadcasting Communism may go on undisturbed.
Well done, BBC. You should ask for an increase of the TV Licence.
One of the most tragic consequences of the deterioration in education is the progressive abandonment of those disciplines specifically aimed at training people to think; like for example logic, philosophy and theology.
What we nowadays have instead is an excessive reliance on technical knowledge, without considering that this in itself is no guarantee of sound thinking. Therefore, whilst in the past we used to have a sufficient number of people thinking right enough as to influence the public discourse, today we have a tragic absence of people promoting sound thinking , whilst we drawn in (useful, but ultimately sterile) technical knowledge.
This is why we live among people who would know how to build a bridge or write a software programme, but never stop to think of the many absurdities of modern life, let alone act upon this knowledge.
Look at the UK. A country which allows the slaughter of (if memory serves) 180,000 unborn babies a year is so worried about whether the hounds will kill the fox in a “humane” manner (!) that it delivers itself a decade-long battle on the issue, concluded with the great advancement of civilisation that the fox may be killed with a gun instead (very natural, you see…). Of course the subtext is political here – the envy for the well-off finding an outlet valve in the supposed “care” for the foxes, of which many times as many die horribly and unnaturally on motorways and other roads without anyone thinking of banning the roads; the same mentality, by the by, is at work with the “global warming” – but this is further confirmation of the emotion-driven, logic-free way politics is made in this country.
It goes on in the same fashion in so many other aspects of real life: think of the frontal attack to our most elementary liberties from self-appointed nannies for which our health must be imposed on us against our will (again, whilst children get murdered); or the now defunct, but until very recently fiercely raging global warming hysteria. I could go on, but you get my drift: never has this country had so many people who think of themselves as well-educated but are unable to think logically, and live in a world of media-driven emotional craze instead. Their ancestors ( factory workers perhaps; or miners, or domestic servants) were in the end smarter than they are, because they lived in an environment shaped by logical thinking rather than brainless emotionalism, and the very thought of world where you can kill children but hounds cannot kill the fox would have been dismissed as a very, very bad joke. The decline of religious instruction – both Catholic and Anglican; the Methodists & Co, are apparently already extinct, and if they aren’t they don’t want you to know…) has obviously gone hand in hand with this, dumbing down religious knowledge at the same time as sound thinking was going down the drain…
Not so today: more and more babies get killed so that those who are born may be made more and more dependant from an omnipresent state teaching them that the government is needed even to breath, that is the source of morality (this is very important; religion is a hobby one can practice in private, but should never be allowed to challenge The Supreme Good, State Morality) and that it wants them to live in a un-thinking, obediently voting, semi-vegetative and, no doubt, very healthy alcohol- and smoke-free state (they’ll be able to contracept and abort at their heart’s content, though… these kiddies are so expensive…).
A country where education was progressively eroded is now experiencing a deterioration of political, moral and social thinking at all levels; because again, even if once higher education was open to only a few the mainstays of the thinking of these educated people would percolate down to all social classes, making the principles of sound thinking and acting work for everyone. Nowadays, you’d think million consider Jeremy Paxman a moral instance, are utterly unable of logical thinking, and do not know the Ten Commandments.
I have glanced a couple of articles today describing Mark Thompson as a “practising Catholic” and fuelling some hopes about his editorial behaviour in his new position. I must say I had to smile; in case you should think Mark Thompson, the new CEO of the New York Times, is a person vaguely approaching decency as far as Christian values are concerned, I suggest you abandon every hope now.
As a resident of the United Kingdom, I have witnessed for years the relentless anti-Christian bias and utter enmity of basic morality this man incarnates. I have written a couple of blog posts about the Beeb, but the examples are truly countless.
This is a man who led an organisation who refused to call the 7 July bombers (more than 50 dead) “terrorists”, preferring “fighters” in pure Osama Bin Laden style. This is also the kind of person who uses double standards for Islam and Christianity and defends his choice, whilst calling himself a “practising Catholic.
The examples are really countless. I haven’t noticed any improvement in the last years. The contrary is the case. The BBC is the aider and abetted of everything that is perverted in this country. Starting from their own corridors, as it is now well known…
On the other hand, how could anyone expect that the NYT would suddenly accept a Christian ( I mean a real one) as commander in chief? It would be more likely that Obama converts to Christianity.
Make no mistake, the NYT will continue to be as bad in future as it was in the past; the only difference might be dome attempt to masquerade as “Christian” the one or other satanic fad. Hey, he says he is a “practising Catholic”, doesn’t he now…
It was clear that something huge was happening in the matter of the paedophile pervert known as Jimmy Savile when, hours before the announced broadcast of the ITV documentary, allegations and anecdotes had started to grow like it was the new sport of the autumn.
More importantly, the new allegations were all very precise, and all gave the same portrait and described the same behaviour (the jokes; the Rolls; the hotels; the BBC changing rooms; and the underlying threat coming from the position of power of the man inside the BBC).
Predictably, the dams have now been broken and, predictably, this is only the start. A couple of dozen episodes have come to the light in just a few days. We are talking here of a dead man, and of episodes happened up to several decades ago; it is easy to think that many will prefer to shut up, or have died; also, here there’s no Church or Michael Jackson to blackmail with a clever move Now the Metropolitan Police has taken the lead on a complex investigation that will involve several other police forces around the Country. Against a dead man. At least they have recognised how serious this is.
Amusingly, the BBC is now discovering – in instalments, so to speak – how bad the entire Savile affair was, and have now decided to be officially shocked, and very ready to collaborate with the police now that the place swarms with them.
This would be bad enough if the BBC had been, say, an obscure orphanage in which unspeakable things happened, unbeknownst to the public opinion. But the sad reality is that Savile operated in the same corridors, and was protected by the same hierarchy, who went on for a couple of decades slandering the Church in the most despicable and populist of ways, even to the point of condescendingly implying that priest celibacy had a role in it (no it had not: homosexual priests had).
Now, it must be very clear that I do not want to condone or downplay the faults of some among the Church hierarchy in that matter – the biggest fault, of course, the allowing of homosexuals in the seminaries, in the stupid hope that perversions would not generate further perversion; nay, in the satanic conviction that some perversions aren’t perversions at all… – and if I think of the late Pope John Paul The Not-So-Great I could remind my reader of an episode or three that should not have happened at all. Still, I find it tragically amusing that the same organisation which does not hesitate to slander a body of 400,000 clergymen (an extremely tiny minority of whom, let us remind ourselves, ever even accused, let alone convicted; and in percentages all too similar of those of Anglican clergy and English teachers, if you care to google the facts; comparisons, these last, you will not easily read or hear from the BBC) lived with the filth in their own corridors for decades, and tried to cover it up until, basically, the day before yesterday.
Truly, there can be no possible excuse for such astonishing hypocrisy. It is as if the Cardinals around the Pope had had a number of twelve-years old on the side – do not be distracted by the side stories of “inappropriate touching”: we are talking of libidinous acts with ten and twelve years old here, and even of nights in hotels; without even the elementary decency of keeping it secret within the BBC environment; truly satanic…) for their own personal amusement for decades, and the Pope, knowing all this, had preferred not to see and to thunder against very occasional failures within the BBC instead. God – and my readers – know I am no admirer of either the present or the former Pope; but truly, compared to the BBC fat cats they must be angels.
This is going to stay with us for a while, because the police has made very clear that even if the main suspect is dead the matter is serious enough to be examined very thoroughly. Bad, er, news for the BBC…
The Beeb now faces a major crisis of authority and credibility; not among us sensible people, who have always known what a cesspool they are; but among the mass of the unwitting viewers, still thinking there is something like professional integrity or even unbiased information going on over there.
What has been going on inside the BBC – and not just in the past, but basically up to two weeks ago – has only one word: omerta’.
Soon George Entwistle will have to drop the last ridiculous defence: the absurd and pathetic claim that the internal Newsnight documentary was shelved for reasons other than the desire to cover up the scandal. The claim is so stupid even Nick Clegg would consider it an insult to his own intelligence.
When this happens, then Mr Entwistle ( a man not new to U-Turns in the last days: he has now magically remembered he knew about the allegations; but only in December, not in the decades before….; oh what a tangled web we weave …) may have to start thinking about a carefully worded letter of resignation allowing him – if he can – to get out of the mess before the tsunami of mud swallows him whole.
Be it as it may, “Buggers Broadcasting Communism” will probably have to be rephrased in “Buggers Broadcasting Paedophiles”.
Jim will not be able to fix this, and rather probably the BBC will fail, too.
Every day brings new accusations, anecdotes, episodes, some of them shocking, some of them “too graphic to be printed in a family newspaper”, as the generally rather “uninhibited” Sun writes.
In all this, the BBC looks and more like an Anglican bishop caught groping the valet, and they have today releases a very embarrassed statement blabbering about helping the police who is knocking at their door anyway, and being oh so solicitous in launching an internal investigation now that the entire country knows.
Sadly, it appears their own team of Newsnight had investigated rather well, but had been silenced for reasons the BBC still has to explain, and which will probably revolve around “we do not care to say that Jesus had a wife without a shred of evidence, but if one of ours is tought to be a paedophile we’ll only talk when others have proved it beyond reasonable doubt”.
Also please think what the oh so concerned people at the BBC would have said if a Bishop had told of one of his priests that the diocese will collaborate with the police… after the police is investigating him and there’s no real alternative to collaboration.
The situation is now surreal: the BBC (Buggers Broadcasting Communism, I am told it means) now claims there is “no record of complaints”. Really? What have they done with them, then? Or were they unable to write?
Today there was also a dramatic change in the tone used: “horrified” if the word used at the moment; which is a marked, police-induced improvement already. The claims of “no records” also lasted (thinking logically) just a few hours, as it is now openly admitted allegations were there from the Seventies.
Ah, all baseless rumours, must our heroes at the Beeb have thought. “Where will it end” – they must have said to each other – “if we start doing something serious after only ten or twenty years of allegations”. And they accuse of cover-up… the Church, with the Vatican hierarchy often sitting thousands of km away?
Yes, “horrified” is truly the word; but referred to the BBC, too.
What the Daily Mail calls an humiliating U-Turn looks with the hours more and more like a rout. The simple fact is that the BBC was caught with their pants down just in the matter by which they most love to pretend they have caught the Church with theirs. Most worryingly, it seems that this was not the action of one or two isolated friend of Savile making some cover-up for him, but something many had to know. How the BBC can even think of pretending they are not involved up to their chin is beyond me.
At 23.10 tonight, ITV will broadcast an investigation with the shocking and graphic revelations. Whatever it is, it is difficult to believe the BBC did not have a vast hint, if not a detailed knowledge, of what had been happening for decades within their own walls; that is, before ITV first went on the scent. I think it is now very appropriate to ask that the silenced Newsnight report be also broadcast in full and without censorship. We could see if the product was so unsubstantiated and below the BBC “professional” standards, as it is more or less vaguely hinted at.
It appears the BBC were if not the accomplices, at least the willing enablers of Savile’s perversion not for one year or two, but for decades, and I am really curious to hear how they will really explain how is it that nothing serious was ever done.
I do hope the name f the BBC will in future not be mentioned in any other TV or newspaper without mentioning the name of Jimmy Savile, and that a lot of mud will deservedly stick. Is this not what they have done with the Church (the entire one: the Church as an institution) for too long?
If you want to know whether they knew, just read Savile’s BBC Obituary: (emphasis mine)
His eccentric personality, unconventional lifestyle and irrepressible self-belief all defied convention, invited personal speculation, and bemused many an interviewer over the years.
Some questioned the motivation of the man behind such a singular public persona, but his energy and ability were beyond doubt.
What a very British way to say a lot of people inside the Beeb knew, and pretty much everyone was afraid of being the first to talk.
If I were a BBC journalist, I’d now suggest they introduce BBC employees’ celibacy as I would see in it the root of their scandalous involvement in decade-long child abuse and/or child rape.
If you live in England, you cannot avoid noticing the growing waves concerning Jimmy Savile, an extremely well-known presenter, disc-jockey, “charitee”-activist, BBC icon and what not. Oh sorry, I forgot: apparently a serial pedophile, too.
Now, I am not a private investigator or a policemen, and even if I think Mr Savile’s memory will very soon be deservedly covered in dirt, my point today is not to shoot at him. Not because I do not think he was a bastard (I truly think he was; an 1a bastard with certificate of authenticity, and it seems like a veritable dam of omerta’ is now going to get busted), but because what I would like to point out to you is how the BBC behaved in the matter.
The same organisation who is never tired of shooting against everything Catholic, has the microphones permanently full with “pedophile priest” stories and is oh so sensitive and politically correct when dealing with poof wanting to “marry”, and Anglican vicarettes wanting to play bishop, clearly tried to cover up the embarrassing matter of a BBC icon having been a pedophile for several decades, with the complicity of the Beeb.
It has now emerged the Beeb moved only when it was too late; that is: when a rival station demanded to know from them what they knew. Before that, material was suppressed and information clearly available not aired. And this is not a secondary matter, as the man was – apparently; I can’t say I have any remembrance of the man – a real heavyweight in the history of televised Britain.
So you have the BBC in short: ferociously biased against the Catholic church, and ferociously protective of people belonging to their own “clan” and perceived patrimony, and doing that for which they most criticise the Church: the cover-up of paedophiles among their own ranks.
White City: the home of whited sepulchres.
Interesting film, this one, and most certainly not only for young adults.
I will not give any spoiler, but what I found striking was the following:
1) The theme (not new) of the omnipotent Central Government, the absolute ruler of its subjects. Rather an actual theme, I would say.
2) The absence of every Christian message, in a desolate world that has – leaving aside the theological implications of this – forgotten Christianity. This is not “The Descendants”, where there is no Christianity because in the mind of the writers and director everyone is too cool to believe in God. This is exactly the contrary, and you rapidly understand this world can only be cruel, because there is no Christianity.
3) The open criticism of the growing kitsch dominating our lives. The hair and general clothes of most of the “leaders” (not, crucially, of the two main and of the “positive” characters) is characterised by a grotesque absence of taste. Interesting, because the way most people dress, their haircut and , in some circles, their tattoos would have been considered disgusting and worse than ridiculous just a couple of decades ago.
4) The dig at the “inclusive” culture. The movie – I have not read the book – sends some unspoken messages: the hair and clothes clearly mean this is a “liberal” dictatorship, where no one is “discriminated” or “made to feel excluded” for his personal taste and at least the ruling class can “express” itself as it pleases. Similarly, there is a clear message that in this fake “liberal” world, in reality extremely cruel and devoid of any ethics, homosexuality is considered normal. I see in this a criticism to the Nazism our liberals are trying to build around us: violently illiberal, but open to every perversion in sexual morals, or simple taste.
5) This is a clean movie. A movie completely centred on adolescents of both sexes, but without sex, actually without even sexual innuendos. Mind, this is not a movie for 12 years old, and I would not bring a 12 years old to see it. Say, 15 to 18 must be the main target, but even as an adult there are no limits to its fruition.
Nowadays, when teenagers are confronted with sexual messages in every aspect of the trash “culture” dished to them, to make an expensive movie of this kind is more than laudable. I couldn’t avoid thinking that if the movie had been co-produced by the BBC, some of the “good characters” would have been most certainly perverts: the BBC does it without exception, with “The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel” being only the last example.
The movie is more than a bit upsetting, because the viewer is plunged in a world of brutal fight for survival for a longish time. Again, I wouldn’t bring there a 12 years old.
Still, I think you wouldn’t waste your time and money, and many of you would agree with me in my interpretation of some of the aspects of this movie. Again, I haven’t read the book – nor do I plan to – so I cannot tell you whether these issues run through it.
Fantastic post from His Hermeneuticalness.
Please go there, read and click around.
For those who don’t know it, Guido Fawkes is one of the most beautifully vitriolic blogs I have ever come across, and a true bastion of freedom in a country where freedom is more and more often confused with the will of the liberal and gay mafia.
From the blog of E F Pastor Emeritus
Twenty-six pastoral workers–including 18 priests, four sisters, and four laity–were killed in 2011, according to the news agency of the Congregation for the Evangelization of Peoples. Seven were killed in Colombia, five in Mexico, three in India, two in Burundi, and one each in Brazil, Paraguay, Nicaragua, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, South Sudan, Tunisia, Kenya, the Philippines, and Spain.Twenty-six pastoral workers–including 18 priests, four sisters, and four laity–were killed in 2011, according to the news agency of the Congregation for the Evangelization of Peoples. Seven were killed in Colombia, five in Mexico, three in India, two in Burundi, and one each in Brazil, Paraguay, Nicaragua, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, South Sudan, Tunisia, Kenya, the Philippines, and Spain.
Perhaps I was not paying attention, but I didn’t notice anything along these lines reported on the BBC.
But just let a real or – more probably – supposed case of “homophobia” come up, and you can hear them barking and bitching around like there’s no tomorrow…..
It is highly ironical that basic tenets of Catholic thinking (besides the Church being……. the only Church, She is the country’s second largest Christian organisation after the largely atheists or indifferent Anglicans, and the largest if you consider the number of churchgoers) need the endorsement of a senior judge to make some headlines.
The judge in question is Sir Paul Coleridge talking to the BBC, which reports the conversation as follows:
On the day official figures showed that nearly half of all babies are now born to unmarried mothers, Sir Paul blamed family break-up on social changes including the shift in attitudes towards cohabitation and increasing numbers of children born outside marriage.
He said that 50 years ago ‘on the whole cohabitation was regarded as something you didn’t do, to have a child outside marriage, so that created a framework that stopped very much breakdown.
‘We’ve had a cultural revolution in sexual morality and sexual behaviour,’ the judge said. ‘We need to have a reasonable debate about it and decide what needs to be done – and I don’t mean Government,’ he said. ‘They didn’t cause the problem.’
He added that the change in social attitudes over the past five decades had given people ‘complete freedom of choice’.
This was ‘great’ when they behaved responsibly, he added, but some seemed to think it was a ‘free-for-all’. Sir Paul said the rate of family breakdown among unmarried couples was far higher than among married ones.
It was statistically proven parents were far more likely to stay together until their children’s 16th birthday if they were married, he said.
Official figures suggest that an average marriage lasts around 11 years, but a cohabitation is likely to break up in three if the partners do not marry.
One would give kudos to the judge – a good chap, probably – if what he says were not the most elementary, purest common sense. And in fact the very same fact that his words made headlines shows a typical trait of today’s Britain: the loss of basic common sense.
I personally see as the cause of this a typically English disease, that has been worsening and spreading like a metastasis as the religious sense disintegrated: niceness.
Niceness has slowly become the unique moral criterium, the be-all and end-all of all moral considerations, the golden calf of a new religion. Nice, good. Not nice, bad. The idea that there be values to which niceness might be sacrificed has – encouraged by the “church” of England – all but disappeared. When values disappear from the pulpits, don’t expect to find them much longer in the sitting rooms of the pewsitters. When the “church” of England eliminated Christianity from morality, niceness took its place.
Still, a society in which everyone wants to be nice to everyone is condemned to doom. As divorce became more and more frequent, no one dared to say a word about that as this just wasn’t “nice” towards those among our acquaintances that were in that situation, or knew someone who was. If “nice” is the moral criterium, you have lost your argument – and every hope of avoiding that the country goes down the drain – the very instant someone says he’s “hurt”. Welcome to Nice Britain.
It went on, as more and more couples started to live together in concubinage and no one said a word, least of all the oh so nice vicar (and, all too often, the still-too-nice priest). The country was all too happy with its “Vicars of Dibley”, and didn’t care about the consequences as long as it was convenient to do so.
This obviously led to more and more births of children born outside of wedlock, born from people who were either adolescents or were remained such, the illusory quest for a never-to-be-reached personal happiness more and more frequently put before their own children. Those who went around saying that marriage is only a piece of paper were those who were most prone to leave their partner and children; but to say that was, of course, not nice.
The stigma also went. Being divorced is something, if not almost expected, clearly within the realm of normality. The very idea that there should be a stigma associated with being divorced is considered something bad because, erm, not nice. Strangely, I grew up in a country which – covertly or overtly – used to send the message that if you are separated/divorced, you are a failure irrespective of whatever other achievement you may have, because you have failed in the most important endeavour of your life. How “rude”! How “judgmental”! But you see, in such an environment you think twice before you marry, and thrice before you divorce. Of course there is social pressure: it is because it is good!
The entire “niceness” madness is perfectly epitomised by our Prime Minster, “Call-me-Dave”-Cameron; the friend of everyone, the supporter of every idea and its contrary, the man called “chameleon” even before seriously starting to be a politician, the prostitute of every lobby, and the undoubtedly brownest nose of the Kingdom. Cameron is the kind of person able to say that he is in favour of marriage, and that “marriage” includes homosexual couples. This doesn’t scandalise much. You see, he is being nice.
This is where we are now: a country where marriage is defended with words, without saying that to defend marriage means to condemn alternative forms of convivence; a country where it is recognised that a child needs stability, but its destruction is never stigmatised; a country where there is a lot of talk about values, without ever saying what behaviours these values necessarily exclude.
The country drowns in niceness; starting from the vicar down the road, and the local politician.
It drowns to such an extent, that common sense makes headlines.