May 08, 2006
not very tolerant
Wow. This guy needs to be beaten with billy clubs and dragged off for some sensitivity training. He doesn't recognize self-esteem when he sees it.
I think he's guilty of a hate-crime:
The doctrine of rights has borne putrid fruit. In the ward recently was a young woman of the now very extensive slut-babymother class, whose jaw was clenched in a habitual expression of world-destroying hatred. Her glittering saurian eyes swivelled mistrustingly, on the qui vive for infringements of her rights. She exuded grievance as a skunk exudes its odour.
No, forget about sensitivity training. This guy is too far gone for that to do any good. "Slut babymother?" Egad! He's denegrating The Children. He's being insensitive and maybe even worse, judgmental. We cannot tolerate that kind of... intolerance. Drag him off and shoot him!
Those crazy Aussies. Doesn't this guy realize that people have a RIGHT not to hear such awful things?
He would never have gotten that past and editor in the good old US of A. The truch shall set you free has been replaced with the truth will get your ass sued.
Damn, can't spell for shit today either.
Sounds like a typical American woman to me.
I enjoy your blog a lot and check it frequently.
The writer you quote is Theodore Dalrymple. He is a British doctor who worked in an inner city hospital in Birminham.
Recommend his book "Life at the Bottom", a study of the damage that the British nanny-state has done to its intended beneficiaries.
Give him a medal and as further training he must be sent to cull cats in a big city.
What a great article - I just read the whole thing. So true...
When I had my third child and was wheeled into a room not knowing if my baby was dead or alive at this point (she couldn't breathe at birth, went completely cyanotic as soon as she made her appearance), I had the pleasure of being placed next to one of those "mothers" Theodore talks about in his article. While my husband and I sat there wondering if our child survived or not, this little "hoochie" sat there yelling at a nurse, "why can't I have a F****ing cigarette? F**** jesus, all I want is a GD cigarette..." and on and on it went.
I finally asked my husband to go out and get the head nurse; I politely and quietly told her that she needed to get me out of that room RIGHT NOW before I choked that little trollop. The nurse gave me a knowing nod and we were moved to a private room within about 10 minutes.
Also incredible is Dalrymple's most recent book, "Our Culture—What's Left of It," which pretty neatly summarizes its topic.