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When Tranny Bullies Attack!

January 22, 2013

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When Tranny Bullies Attack!

The only two books that permanently reside on my dinky desk are Roget’s Thesaurus and a smelly, brittle copy of The Boy Looked At Johnny: The Obituary of Rock and Roll.

I bought Julie Burchill’s book (cowritten with her future husband Tony Parsons) when I was in 11th grade. As one of my hometown’s few punks, I lived vicariously through the iconoclastic English music press. The NME, Sounds, and Melody Maker delivered breathless dispatches from a colorful faraway land where new musical and fashion trends seemingly sprang up every hour.

Reading Burchill and Parsons—the NME’s “hip young gunslingers” who were only a few years older than me—profoundly influenced my own (ahem) writing style. Judging from the kind of hate mail I get, it’s a style that North American readers who weren’t marinated in the blunt, brutal, “screw you” brew that is British criticism and satire find confusing and distasteful. (Whereas “a bunch of dead chrysanthemums on the grave of a still-born West Indian baby” is my Jesus Prayer.)

“Perhaps our grandchildren will ask us why we didn’t help rather than humor such disturbed men and women.”

I forgive today’s Julie Burchill her vestigial chav Marxism and schlock-fiction millions because when I feel myself chickening out prose-wise, I carefully crack open her first book at random and mentally forge her name on my permission slip to bitch:

Nick Lowe is a middle aged, multi-chinned senile cynic with a split ends basin-cut and sweaty armpits

Sonny and Cher believed in the songs they sang infinitely more than [Bob] Dylan ever did

In a famous-in-England libel case, an actor sued Burchill for calling him “hideously ugly”—and he won. You’d think nothing could top that as the most absurd “controversy” of our heroine’s career.

Oh, well.

On January 13, The Observer printed her perfectly sensible and not even terribly original contention that “anti-bullying” transsexual activists “and their grim groupies” are among the biggest bullies around.

Burchill’s Exhibit A: The tranny pack relentlessly hounded feminist Suzanne Moore for writing that “women are angry about not having the ideal body shape—that of a Brazilian transsexual.”

These same protesters, Burchill adds, have targeted

the veteran women’s rights and anti-domestic violence activist Julie Bindel, picketing events where she is speaking about such minor issues as the rape of children and the trafficking of women just because she refuses to accept that their relationship with their phantom limb is the most pressing problem that women—real and imagined—are facing right now.

Burchill aptly compared “the trans lobby” to those feral urban youth who shoot each other whenever they feel “disrespected.”

Finally:

To have your cock cut off and then plead special privileges as women—above natural-born women, who don’t know the meaning of suffering, apparently—is a bit like the old definition of chutzpah: the boy who killed his parents and then asked the jury for clemency on the grounds he was an orphan.

Predictably, the “trans lobby” marshaled their social-media forces. They got the paper to pull the column, issue a groveling apology, and agree to ongoing “discussions with representatives of the trans community.”

They’ve also successfully petitioned the Press Complaints Commission to (presumably) reprimand Burchill. The Minister of International Development wants Burchill and her editor fired.

We’re just missing the construction of a plus-size pillory at Piccadilly Circus. So far.

Not all the reaction has been negative. In the Spectator, Ron Liddle praised Burchill’s column as one of the best Observer articles of the last ten years, one that will, he hopes, hasten the implosion of the “entire bourgeois bien-pensant left…leaving a slight scent of goji berries….”

The “trans lobby” mob’s unhinged, tone-deaf overreaction helpfully proved Julie Burchill’s point.

Observe the Montreal Gazette’s transsexual columnist. (!?) Adopting that tsk-ing, concern-troll tone “progressives” put on when they’re trying to sound like normal people, “Jillian” Page pretends to wonder whether poor, pathetic “transphobes” such as Burchill are “bigots or ignorant—or both?”

Not quite “Hobson’s” or “Sophie’s,” such a “choice” certainly has the whiff of the gulag about it (a gulag with fabulous window treatments).

One could be forgiven for thinking there’s a “vast right-wing conspiracy” running the “trans lobby” that’s assigned to sabotage this increasingly powerful movement from within by pushing its members to act in the weirdest, most annoying possible fashion.

I wish. The simple truth is that transsexuals are—hang on to something sturdy now—mentally ill castration fetishists, neurotic narcissists who will brook no criticism of their “lifestyle,” one they know in their hearts to be a fraud.

Perhaps our grandchildren will ask us why we didn’t help rather than humor such disturbed men and women. In the meantime, we’re forced to be “tolerant” of these mutants and misfits—or else.

 

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