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Gender Ideology Run Amok Abigail Shrier Author,  Irreversible Damage: The Transgender Craze Seducing Our Daughters The following is adapted from a speech delivered on April 27, 2021, in Franklin, Tennessee, at a Hillsdale College National Leadership Seminar. In 2007, America had one pediatric gender clinic; today there are hundreds. Testosterone is readily available to adolescents from places like Planned Parenthood and Kaiser, often on a first visit—without even a therapist’s note.   How did we get to this point? How is it that we are all supposed to pretend that the only way you can know I’m a woman is if I tell you my pronouns? How did we get to an America in which a 13-year-old in the State of Washington can begin “gender affirming” therapy without her parents’ consent? How did we get to an America in which a 15-year-old in Oregon can undergo “top surgery”—elective double mastectomy—without her parents’ permission? And what can we do about it? ***   To understand how we got to this

If you're new to The Post-Partisan Emporium, here's the deal. Every weekend we have a thread for music, jokes, and anything to take our minds off the heavy stuff (unless the music is heavy). So I'll start the party off with a few things off YouTube.    Another one about the male sex:   And one about medical ethics: 

  Are we heading for mask apartheid in which only speakers of English are required to cover their faces? Robert Bridge Robert Bridge is an American writer and journalist. He is the author of 'Midnight in the American Empire,'  How Corporations and Their Political Servants are Destroying the American Dream. @Robert_Bridge 30 Jul, 2021 12:17 Get short URL Just when you think you’ve heard every sensationalized Covid story imaginable, along comes an article suggesting that ‘spitty’ English speakers may be super-spreaders. Is this just another ‘justification’ to get us to mask up? Coinciding with the Biden administration’s massive flip-flop on Covid protocol, which now requires that Americans – regardless of their vaccination status – go back to donning masks in public, Forbes published an article suggesting English speakers are the most pervasive super-spreaders of the coronavirus. At f

The Taliban go to Tianjin China and Russia will be key to solving an ancient geopolitical riddle: how to pacify the 'graveyard of empires' by Pepe Escobar July 29, 2021 Nine Taliban representatives meet with Chinese officials in Tianjin. In the center are Taliban co-founder Mullah Baladar and Foreign Minister Wang Yi. Photo: Chinese Foreign Ministry So this is the way the Forever War in Afghanistan ends – if one could call it an ending. Rather, it’s an American repositioning. Regardless, after two decades of death and destruction and untold trillions of dollars, we’re faced not with a bang – and not with a whimper, either – but rather with a pic of the Taliban in Tianjin, a nine-man delegation led by top political commissioner Mullah Abdul Ghani Baradar, solemnly posing side by side with Foreign Minister Wang Yi. Lateral echoes of another Forever War – in Iraq

From Memoirs of a Rebel Journalist, The Autobiography of Wilfred Burchett , edited by George Burchett and Nick Shimmin, University of New South Wales Press, 2005. When I and other journalists reported from North Korea in early 1952 that the United States was waging germ warfare, using insects and small animals as “hosts”, we were ridiculed and maligned – and have been ever since.  However, I was not very impressed by denials – from the US Command in Tokyo and official American spokesmen all the way back to Washington – of a communiqué from the North Korean Foreign Ministry on 22 February 1952 stating that US planes had been dropping disease-infected insects over wide areas of North Korea.  There had been similar cover-up attempts after my report from Hiroshima.  Also, the methods described in the North Korean statement reminded me of a press conference in Chungking in late November 1941 at which Kuomintang China’s chief official spokesman, Dr Tsiang Ting-fu (1), accused the

The Wall of Silence   I fear huge swathes of the British citizenry like lockdowns, dutifully tolerating them not out of charity, but perverted relish. It’s one of a clutch of unsettling theories that lurk in my bludgeoned noggin, and I refer to lockdowns in the present tense because although Freedom Bullshit Day was our supposed emancipation from the tyranny of NPIs (non-pharmaceutical interventions) we’ve merely been released on parole; our electronic ankle-monitors ready to ping us randomised variants of the existing directives at will – reward for a hijack well tolerated. Beyond the sphere of individual suffering lies a far graver concern: that of the cowed collective. How, as a bewildered herd, have we managed to allow ourselves to be driven to this crossroads of social-upheaval sans communal scrutiny; where we now mooch about grazing on the dust of austerity, awaiting further instruction. It’s a fascinatingly creepy scenario to find oneself in, when from amon