Lesbians with penises

Decorum.

Since The Moon‘s debut over a decade ago and even with its six-year predecessor, The Zapata Tales, there has existed a principal theme, and that has been Decorum on an almost Victorian-era level.

We don’t cuss here, and we do not brawl with others. There is quite enough of that in other corners of cyberspace. Let them be nasty. Here we are always polite, clean and presentable.

At least for today, however, we are putting that aside. Look at the headline. Good grief! But with the ongoing collapse of the Caucasian quarters of Western Civilization, exceptions must be made if we’re to address the disaster honestly, head-on.

And who can do that better than The Moon‘s new contributing editor Simon Webb? He is British, of course, and it is in Britain where leftist lunacy soars above similar lunacy in other nations.

When I was in the news game, in another lifetime, those of us in the newsroom often commented among ourselves that the nuttiest news items almost invariably came from the wacky Brits.

Let us attempt to encapsulate modern leftist lunacy’s many aspects. It embraces old-style Marxism and communism as in redistribution of income, “free” stuff from government, high taxes and governmental overreach/meddling.

Stirred into that is political correctness, the modern sex craziness, the gender crackpottery, the endless “offense” that leftists feel, the inability to accept contrary opinions.

And the ensuing censorship and actual violence.

Plus, there is the twisting of word definitions. Boris Johnson, the British prime minister, belongs to the Conservative Party though there is nothing conservative about 10 Downing Street these days. It is Stalin-esque. Leftists refer to themselves, as does almost everyone, as liberals and progressives when they are precisely the contrary.

Goebbels is nodding his head.

But today we are focusing on gender crackpottery. Just when you thought it could not get sillier, we have the phenomenon, at least in Great Britain, of — drumroll here — lesbians with penises.

I’ll leave it to Simon Webb to fill you in on the details.

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Note: The BBC article to which Simon refers can be found here.

BBC’s gobbledygook

I really should put Simon Webb on the payroll here. He’s like the Limey Felipe Zapata, the perception, the intelligence, the calm, the courtesy, the way with words. It’s like I’m looking at myself in a mirror but with a big goofy mustache.

As smart people already know, Western Civilization is committing suicide with its nincompoop cultural fixations on sexual issues and skin color while China sits back grinning and rolling its eyeballs at the stupidity of it all. China is thinking: All I have to do is exercise patience and wait, then move in.

The smart language to study these days is Mandarin.

In the United States, of course, the cultural fixations and the heavy-handed manner in which they are enforced come almost exclusively from those who identify with the Democrat Socialist Party. With the exception of a handful of air-headed Republicans, the culprits are the Democrats.

But before turning to Simon’s sharp take on the BBC’s “Diversity and Inclusion Plan,” I wish to mention that recently I heard Piers Morgan say with a straight face that the BBC is an even-handed purveyor of news, very little bias, mind you. (Insert laugh track here.)

Listen to the short video. If you’re smart, you’ll roll your eyeballs like China. If you’re not too bright, vote the Democrat Socialist line, you’ll get angry. Then you’ll notify someone to see if something cannot be done to shut him up in whatever manner necessary.

Whittle Wisdom

BILL WHITTLE looks back at almost eight years of the worst presidency in U.S. history.

Meanwhile, Weepy Barry decides not to disparage criminals. It’s just not nice.

Tears for Dexter

A PALL HAS FALLEN over the Hacienda.

DexterWe have just finished the eight-season run of the stupendous television series Dexter. We saw it on our Mexican Netflix, which costs a bit over seven bucks a month, and is worth far more.

We have a tradition here at night. I make a big salad for each of us and, roundabouts 8 p.m., we kick back with the salads in the two recliners purchased years ago at Costco in the nearby state capital, and we watch television for a couple of hours.

That’s usually two shows of 45 or so minutes, and sometimes we add a dessert program of a 20- to 30-minute show like Two and a Half Men or Friends or Modern Family. Yum! Sofia Vergara.

When I was a working stiff, I almost never saw television at night, which is when most good shows are on, because I worked evenings. For example, I never saw Friends, likely the only person in America who didn’t.

Yeah, yeah, I  know you didn’t either because you’re so high-brow. You spend your evenings with a glass of white wine, reading Shakespeare and Schopenhauer.

We have seen some excellent American series on our Mexican Netflix over the past few years. They are subtitled in Spanish, and my wife follows along well.

Our favorites have been Mad Men (we still lack the last two seasons), Breaking Bad (lack a couple of seasons of that too), The Sons of Anarchy (lack a couple of seasons), Downton Abby (lack later seasons), The Shield (all seasons) and now Dexter (all seasons), which is our favorite so far.

The missing seasons will arrive in time.

The finale of Dexter was incredibly poignant. Sure, he was a homicidal maniac, but does that mean he can’t have love in his life? In spite of his, er, personality defects, he was engaging, charming and handsome. We adored him, and we were hoping things would turn out well for him in the end.

Well, they didn’t, and we’re very, very sad.

Other shows we like are Justified, The Killing and Netflix’s own House of Cards. Almost anything with Kevin Spacey is worth your time. Lots of great material from the BBC is included on Netflix. And there are no commercials.

Remember when cable television started decades ago, and one of its major selling points was no commercials? That promise didn’t last long. “Commercial” TV and cable are now indistinguishable.

We wish Dexter well, wherever he is.

Looks like he’s in the Pacific Northwest chopping trees. Or drowned in a hurricane. It really was not all that clear.