Notes on the Way
Bureaucrats galore, trans insanities, natcon malarkey, a dismal choice, and a birthday
The federal government embodies an Environmental Protection Agency, and it also has a Justice Department. But since there can never be too much bureaucracy, our absurd president has just decreed the creation of an Office of Environmental Justice. What this office is supposed to do is not at all clear, its mission being described in the incomprehensible Newspeak of po-mo progressivism. We can be confident however, that a mission statement jamming together “fighting climate change,” antiracism, equity, economic justice and so on and so forth is a mandate for paralysis. Theories of Everything do tend to gum up the works: The more stakeholders, the less steak.
Up in Montana a “trans woman,” i.e. a man posing as a woman, the first such person elected to the state legislature, has fallen victim to Red State Transphobia. Democrat Zooey Zypher was “silenced” and “misgendered” by Republicans after they got into a tiff over legislation designed to ban “gender-affirming medical care for children,” i.e. bodily mutilation via drug therapies and surgery. With the all the charm and reasonableness typical of trans activists, Zooey sneered, “The only thing I will say is if you vote yes on this bill and yes on these amendments, I hope the next time there’s an invocation when you bow your heads in prayer, you see the blood on your hands.” This was received with understandable indignation by GOP lawmakers, and the next time Zooey rose to speak, she was not recognized. Then it got worse: A statement from the Montana Freedom caucus used a wrong pronoun! So naturally, Zooey is now a martyr in the eyes of progressives and their media lapdogs. But I have a question: What makes this insufferable trans twit think that she/he/zee/whatever has the right to meddle in the lives of other people’s kids? Where does that power come from…?
In other trans insanity news, the Woke marketing VP who thought of making ersatz bimbo Dylan Mulvaney Bud Lite’s brand ambassador has received the reward of her labor: a pink slip. Anheuser-Busch has placed Alissa Heinerscheid on “leave,” and it’s safe to predict that she won’t be back. Heinerscheid’s brain wave—slapping Mulvaney’s mug on Bud Lite cans, the official beer of Deplorable America—was a marketing fail of such epic proportions that it made New Coke look…not so bad…
A group of GOP legislators opposed to US support of Ukraine in its war with Russia has sent a letter to President Biden demanding the abandonment of that embattled country. It parrots the by-now familiar litany of natcon complaints: Ukraine is corrupt, the war is a “family dispute” that’s no concern of the US, the Biden Administration has given the Ukrainian government a “blank check,” etc., etc. Here’s the funny thing, though: Only nineteen Republican members of Congress, House and Senate, have signed this letter, which purports to express a robust majority view. So maybe V. Putin isn’t quite as popular in GOP ranks as Mike Lee, J.D. Vance & Co. like to pretend…
Word is that President Biden will announce this coming Tuesday, April 25, that he intends to run for reelection—even though most Democrats wish he wouldn’t. Reportedly, the announcement will take the form of a prerecorded video. Probably Joe’s minders don’t want him to be seen fleeing reporters’ questions after a live speech. The absurdity of this is kind of hilarious, kind of depressing. Is this the best that America can do for 2024: a senile old fool and a lunatic old narcissist as the presidential standard bearers of their respective parties? Watching Biden mumble and stumble, watching Trump bloviate and rage, I ask myself sorrowfully: How we did we get to this place? On the plus side, however, I have the satisfaction of knowing that I could make a better job of the presidency than either one of them…
Tomorrow, April 23, is Saint George’s Day. It’s also Shakespere’’s birthday, Master Will having been born on April 23, 1564. There’s a nice symmetry in this: the birthday of England’s greatest writer falling on the feast day of England’s patron saint. The playwright is also believed to have died on April 23, in the year 1616 at the age of 52.
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts…