Flashing back to the leftist projection of the 1950s, Climate minister, often referred to as “Climate Barbie”, Catherine McKenna, instead of refusing to answer a question about power in BC, demanded no one call her names as she has daughters who want to go into politics and women shouldn’t have to endure the same conditions as male politicians it would seem. A very nonsense-feminist position in fact.
This woman in defiance of actual science, calls those who question the claims of global warming alarmists, “deniers” attempting to equate them to Holocaust deniers.
A cursory read about the human nervous system reveals that the female nervous system does not cope with stress as well as a man’s. Women should not be shoe horned into positions where they suffer excessive stress,where they then begin to project their neurosis onto others and create dysfunctional organisations and societies.
It’s quite clear that the elites have an agenda for promoting women into areas where they will cause the maximum disruption,particularly the police,government,councils,public services etc…
Some women of course are exceptional,no one can deny this. But if you want your society to fall into a quagmire of futile speculation,constant re-iteration, inactivity,hesitant action, indecisiveness,vulnerability,vain boastful Ness and vacuous pseudo intellectualism and total defencelesness followed by total collapse of civilisation,you are on the right track by empowering them in the manner that you do.
Patrick Kearns, if possible, please furnish some links that support your conjectures.
I, too, have diminishing regard for much of Western Civilization’s female politicians. At the same time—speaking as a strictly heterosexual alpha male with a hypothalamus the size of Nebraska—there is no possibility of denying the crucial role that women contribute to perpetuation of the human race. To say otherwise would be pure evil.
All the same, this most recent gaggle of (all-too-often-Liberal) female politicians continues to besmirch good governance in ways that ought to make any sane person (blush cringe.)
At the very least, it is the presence (at this site) of goodly wimmenfolk like yucki, Xanthippa, Miss Piggy—and their delightful ilk —that makes me take pause when it comes to making blanket statements of this sort.
Again, some citations would be quite welcome.
PS: Welcome aboard.
Fecking lack of preview!!!
Do you want me to try and remove the strike through?
Also Maggie Thatcher was a genuine hero. It doesn’t change the overall point however, i just wanted to point out that she, as a conservative and by implementing classically liberal values, did more to elevate the working class in the UK than anyone before her in Britain’s history. And that, is a very long time.
The world was flat
And that was that
Once. Upon. A time
The king said,
“Didn’t you know? The science is closed. It’s not my concern anymore! Now go, Columbus, and get me my spice. We’re low on thyme. And get a good price!”
Then Chris thought back
As he left the castle
Of his life as a boy without the hassle
Of That’s-are-That’s and Don’t Look Backs!
— The science is sewn and the questions are thrown
To the lions in the pits of our minds…
Life is better lived young, he thought
The wide open space
And lands without grace
With savages too savage to know
That exist they cannot
Beyond the abyss
Of all that the King’s Court can show
A boy’s mind can sail
–Survive every fail
Unburdened by any King’s map
In the flight of his fancy
He conquors the world
And conquors all
Thats-That-Are-That!
Fast-forward now just
Some few hundred years
And the King’s Court of Spain still survives
For a world once so round
Has flattened right down
Squished by his shitty behind.
He orders the Commies
Who run for their mommies
At the sight of every wrong thought:
“Round up those boys
That free-thinking rabble
Who bring me no spice
Just irreverent babble
Like sun spots and flares
And How-Do-You Dares
To think like a sailor
About to go over
The edge to the Earth!”
Well.
The whole story comes to a bouncing stop. Until.
The King called McKenna
Who chastised the fella
Who asked the rude question
Who sailed too far
Who once was a boy
Who never grew up
And didn’t buy into
The Commie pretension
Of lies and deceit
Whenever they meet
A person who asks
A simple fair question
Like maybe just maybe
Can we not suppose
For just one spit second
The Earth is not Flat?
And That-Is-Not That?
Just for grins:
Ladle Rat Rotten Hut