O'er here in Europe and the States, we are LONG past that. Though I have to give it to our progressive brethren, they fooled me. I though legalizing paedophilia would come BEFORE the transgender madness, not the other way round.
Mark Steyn weighs in:
In fact, social progress is less gay than bi: It swings both ways. After the vote, many of our Aussie readers wrote to draw my attention to the fact that the areas most fiercely opposed to the joys of same-sex marriage were not the dusty rural backwaters but the western half of Sydney. In Blaxland, for example, 73.9 per cent voted against "marriage equality".~ What makes their attitude so different to that of the rest of the nation? Census data goes some way to addressing that question. Marriage rates in Blaxland are higher but so is the proportion of couples separated.
How could that be? In The Sydney Morning Herald, Western Sydney University professor Andy Marks decided to examine the question:
Okay. So a lot of marriage in the area. Anything else?
~ The proportion of the electorate's residents enrolled in university or tertiary education is higher than the NSW and national average but the level of qualification attained lags, slightly.
Gotcha. Slightly reduced rate of university degrees. Fascinating. What else?
~ Religion is a point of significant divergence. Only 13.4 per cent of Blaxland residents describe themselves as having "no religion" compared to 25.1 and 29.1 per cent at the state and national levels.
Ah. Religion. Care to explore that point? Whoops, sorry, time to move on:
~ Linguistically, the difference is similarly pointed with 25.5 per cent of the electorate's households speaking "English only" at home contrasting with NSW and Australian averages of over 68 per cent.
Interesting. Do all these married, moderately under-qualified non-anglophones have any other distinguishing characteristics? Say, the number of cars parked in the driveway?
~ Household income levels are low as are rates of home and motor vehicle ownership. Unemployment is well above state and national levels.
At which point Professor Marks gives up and says something about "an incredibly complex debate" before signing off and going back to his day job.
Can you spot the missing word, boys and girls? It begins with "Mus-" and ends with "-lim". Officially, one in three residents of Blaxland are Muslim - which you might think is a more relevant statistic than, say, low rates of motor vehicle ownership. But no. The trick with "engaging in an incredibly complex debate" is to eschew the word "Muslim" in favor of words like "complicated". ABC reporter Nadia Daly:
Many of these electorates are very religiously, ethnically, culturally diverse areas and that makes it complicated to pinpoint why it was so strong.
If you want something less "complicated", here's me talking about the demographic changes in western Sydney last year:
~ Mr Steyn said the cultural changes that come with Muslim migration should be acknowledged and discussed. One of those entirely obvious "cultural changes" manifested itself in the gay-marriage vote, but apparently to the total befuddlement of the Australian media.
This is not a phenomenon confined to Oz. Me again, from earlier this year:
~ Just to spell it out even more plainly, last year YouGov polled Britons in general on their attitudes to the aforementioned sodomites. Seventeen per cent thought homosexuality was "morally wrong". If that sounds unnervingly high to you, what's the reason? Over-sampling in East Belfast? A few rural backwaters not quite up to speed on the new gayer-than-thou Britain? No. In most parts of the country about 15 per cent declined to get with the beat. But in diverse, multicultural London, 29 per cent of the population regarded homosexuality as "morally wrong".
So all those ninnies in the streets of London protesting 300,000 Ulster haters they'd never heard of twenty minutes earlier are surrounded by two-and-a-half million haters every day of their lives - in the Tube, in the restaurants, in the shops and offices of their supposedly vibrant, progressive metropolis.
So London is the most "homophobic" part of Britain just as Sydney is the most "homophobic" part of Australia. Gosh, you'd almost get the idea that diversity=homophobia. As in the imperial metropolis, all these recalcitrant constituencies Down Under vote Labour - and they all have significantly higher fertility rates. Which means that, an election cycle or two down the road, Britain and Australia's principal left-of-center parties will be attempting to reconcile their commitment to gay rights with their electoral viability. Me one last time, from the Speccie in 2004:
~ A few weeks back I was strolling along the Boulevard de Maisonneuve in Montreal when I saw a Muslim woman across the street, all in black, covered head to toe, the full hejab. She was passing a condom boutique, its window filled with various revolting novelty prophylactics, 'c*m rags', etc. It was a perfect snapshot of the internal contradictions of multicultural diversity. In 30 years' time, either the Arab lady will still be there, or the condom store, but not both. Which would you bet on?
In Sydney it's the west, in London it's the East End, where, compared with the Seventies and Eighties, the orientational cleansing is already palpable:
It's not quite the "Gay-Free Zone" promised by the posters of the Sharia Patrols, but it's getting there.
Social progress ebbs and flows, in Britain and Australia as in Egypt and Afghanistan. And, as their numbers increase, members of the, er, Complicated community will one day decide: Let's get it undone.
To underscore Mark's point, you might want to ponder two very recent events in the Kingdom of Belgium, which takes pride in being one of the first countries on the planet to legalize gay marriage.
The first one concerns the participation of the Belgian King, Filip I, in an iftar this year in a muslim family in Ghent with EIGHT children. I reported on this glorious event earlier this year:
"Luckily, just a couple of days ago, lest the Belgian muslim community feel excluded, the Belgian King himself, Philippe I, visited a muslim family in Ghent to participate in an iftar ceremony. Via a Flemish gossip magazine, Story:"KING PHILIP BREAKS RAMADAN BREAD TOGETHER.
"THIS IS A LESSON FOR THE WHOLE OF SOCIETY".
King Philippe took a seat at the table of the Benhaddou family in Ghent to share iftar. That is the moment at dusk when a muslim family can break fasting during Ramadan. "This is a lesson for all of us, for society as a whole", said the King. Eating together during iftar means being together and put aside differing opinions, and that's something the King wanted to partipate in for a change. The Benhaddou parents emigrated from Morocco and raised in Ghent six sons and two daughters who all studied. All of them were present to share a meal with Philippe. "Mom and pops have done a fantastic job" the King said admiringly. "I have four, but you have eight, unbelievable. And all of them have magnificent curriculums." Son Khalid is an imam who is fighting radicalization among muslim youths. "The King showing that he wants to meet muslims during ramadan is a very strong signal", he [Khalid, MFBB] said."
King Philippe, never the sharpest knife in the Belgian royalty's drawer, proves here for the umpteenth time that like virtually all the other power players in the upper echelons of Belgian society he has drunk the Kool Aid till all was up and then asked for another fill. After 51 years in this life, and having known Philippe I all this time (at least from the moment I became a sentient subject of the Belgian Monarchy), I have yet to hear the first smart thing coming out of his mouth. It's not that he is evil or decadent, but the man simply has made it a sport to treat Belgians to the grandest collection of senseless bromides - and vent soapy feel good opinions à volonté. Only when international politics are concerned, like e.g. when a Hungarian madman wants to erect borders along Europes soft underbelly or a fake blonde nutjob somewhere in North America is boasting that he will build a Wall or that Farage bloke manages to get enough Brits to vote for a Brexit, does the King's voice assume a more ominous timbre, he forgets for a moment his role as a nice fluffy teddybear, and he has the guts to call aforementioned gentlemen "False Prophets", like he did last year on Belgium's National Holiday, July 21:
King Philip last year, when he warned against "false prophets" who want to exploit "emotions, rupture lines in our societies, and vulnerabilities" and who "point to easy scapaegoats and thus make the chasm between religions, peoples and ultimately all of us, only deeper". Thank Allah the Belgian King acknowledges the Real Prophet, the Perfect Man! Allahu Akbar!
Never mind that the fantastic job that mom and pops Benhaddou have done was greatly facilitated by the fact that eight kids in Belgium means the family received such a TON in child allowances - paid for by filthy infidels, in particular those in the north - that it was absolutely unneccessary that mom went to work also. Nasty people suggest that Ma Benhaddou wasn't allowed to anyway, and that the only green light she ever got was to lie back, open her legs wide, and think of Rabat, but these are just rumors of sour hatey hate types, prolly Jews. Anyway, in addition to that, families with eight kids don't even have to pay income taxes, so that's a bonus en plus. As for all those fantastic diplomas the Benhaddou offspring has collected, the only one mentioned which is deemed interesting enough is Son Khalid's, who got a Masters in Molecular Biology, whooops, sorry, he's an islamic scholar who, wait for it, specializes in "fighting radicalization among muslim youths"! Just what Belgian industry, starving for IT geeks, experts in nanotechnology, and engineers in automation and micromechanics, was waiting for! As you can see the Belgian taxpayer dough supporting them fertile families certainly pays off!
The second event is our Queen Mathilde becoming godmother of the SEVENTH child in a muslim family, also in Ghent. A screenshot from Het Nieuwsblad:
GHENT - As a young soldier in the Algerian Army he received life-threatening wounds and was maimed for life. Now Embarek Tebbi can call no one else than Queen Mathilde the godmother of his seventh and youngest daughter Zaineb (6 months). "It's a miracle I can live to enjoy this."
It's long been a tradition in Belgium that the King becomes godfather of the seventh son in a family, and the Queen the godmother of the seventh daughter. When on October 20 number seven, Zaineb, was born, the family, living in Ghent, on the recommendation of friends and family, sent a letter to Queen Mathilde. Now that she accepted to become godmother, papa Embarek Tebbi (46) and mama Hadjira Sadki (42) are glowing with pride.
Especially Tebbi is overjoyed. He speaks of a 'miracle'. With his family he lives now safe and sound in an apartment in Ghent, but his face tells of the horror he lived through. "Actually I should have died as a young soldier in an attack in the nineties in Algeria", says Tebbi. "Terrorists carried out a gas attack in our base, with tens of killed as a result. But I survived, against all odds."
We can safely conclude that father Tebbi, despite having been maimed for life - no doubt by Christian crusaders - and having received life-threatening wounds, could nevertheless still count his crown jewels as part of the inventory post the gas attack. I suspect however that he's on Social Security, the poor sod. Ditto for mom Sadki, although I fear that even without having given birth to seven children, she would not be (allowed to be) part of the Belgian workforce. But why would pop and mom, as long as there are still gullible infidels willing to finance their own destruction?
To conclude, take a good, hard look at these twats:
And now at these ones:
The future belongs to those who show up. Any sensible person willing to place their bets on the rainbow chicks?
I'm signing off. I got myself depressed. Oh yeah, if you are an Aussie and you voted 'Yes' in that stinkin referendum, you can go royally fuck yourself asshole. Or your same sex partner, and I hope you get stuck.
MFBB.
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