Remember when there used to be such a thing as a “looney bin?” That was before “loonies” took over the bin and redefined the world in their image.
Today, via some remarkable combination of hypersensitivity, tolerance, concern for self-esteem, “inclusiveness,” and biases against being “judgmental,” the nation has thrown itself on the mercy of seriously disturbed people.
I sit at my desk working in the very early pre-dawn when the world is at least relatively quiet and seems almost sane. Can an entire society, I ponder, go absolutely mad?
For you dudes in skirts, high heels and lipstick, it’s your day. Glamour Magazine has just announced plans to award its “Woman of The Year” to. . .
Drumbeat!
Yes! Bruce Jenner!
Wild applause!
Wait! He’s. . .er. . She’s not Bruce Jenner anymore. She’s Caitlyn Jenner.
More wild applause!
He’s Caitlyn because he dons a dress, applies eye shadow, shaves his legs and says so—even though he still has male equipment. He identifies as a woman and that’s good enough in the looney bin.
“There are many different types of women in this world,” asserts Glamour’s editor-in-chief Cindi Leive with no intent at irony. “We aren’t taking away from one by honoring another.”
Even hard-core feminists are finding this a little daunting. Says Feminist icon Germaine Greer, “I’ve asked my doctor to give me long ears and liver spots, and I’m going to wear a brown coat, but that won’t turn me into a. . .cocker spaniel.”
But. . .but, Germaine! It will in the looney bin if you identify as a cocker spaniel.
So I sit at my desk. Today I think I’ll identify as a. . .Well, you can be anything you want to be in the looney bin. And you’ll be celebrated for it.
“Those whom the gods wish to destroy,” observed Britain’s Lord Tibbet, “they first make mad, and these ideas have been fermented in minds which are gravely unbalanced.”
“That which is tolerated by one generation is accepted by the next and embraced by a third. Go along with the tenets of the ‘tolerant’ society and you join the gelded herd to be praised, rewarded and celebrated.”
From Going Bonkers: The Wacky World of Cultural Madness, by Charles W. Sasser. Available in paperback and Kindle at Amazon.com and at BarnesandNoble.com
There are days when I feel as if I am one of the few sane mammals caught up in a flood of loony lemmings who are trying their best to push me over the same cliff from which they are joyfully jumping. Please, Heavenly Creator, save us and our afflicted nation from the forces of insanity.
Morning, Jim. Or. . . we can join the looney bin and be as wacky as the rest.
chuck sasser
Fermented stuff has a distinctive odor, doesn’t it? That must be what I’m smelling!
You are right, Sally. It’s a whiff of “progressive” according to Progressives.
chuck sasser
“There are heroes in the seaweed. There are children in the morning. They are leaning out for love and they will lean that way forever, while Suzanne holds her mirror.” — Final lyric of the Neil Diamond song, ‘Suzanne”.
Notice all the infomercials catering to how one looks and how one feels. Me, me, me , me, me. Meanwhile, the snakes creep up for the big and fatal bite.
I’m afraid, Mark, the snakes have arrived.
chuck sasser
The good thing about being a little goofy is that most people can’t tell the difference.
Oh, no, Jim. There’s a big difference in being “a little goofy” and in “totally goofy.”
chuck sasser