A New Transvaluation
In the decades prior to our great descent into this hypertolerant hamster cage of the West, homosexuals lived their lives in a state of uneasy tolerance as general society averted its gaze and made peace with the accommodation. But as time passed, this adaptation could never be sufficient of itself. Soon, liberalism’s relentless and expansive enterprise of humanistic self-actualization demanded that we travel far beyond this social compromise, even to the point of manipulating human institutions deeply rooted in the inferences of both nature and revelation.
And it came to pass that in the interest of this novel conception of human autonomy, nature and teleology were jettisoned when their formidable barriers butted up against the quivering rage of the egalitarian heart: an emotion-sotted passion that “wants what it wants,” even at the dire expense of civilization itself. And moreover, if the unforgiving shape of one’s genitalia refused to square with the phantom self’s image, it was then decided that the responsibility for our correction was to be borne by civil society. Hereafter, the hammer of the state’s irresistible power would be brought to bear -- to dry every tear precipitated by a dictatorial nature’s cruel shuffle of the deck.
Today, the great muddled thought processes of the indoctrinated are presented with a multiplicity of genders before them like some sumptuous buffet: a veritable feast wherein an emancipated humanity might pick and choose their erotic flavor of the day. Mood and inclination will now trump nature as we become sexual flies of a season, owing no quarter to God or man as our sexual identities spin like a carnival wheel -- alighting on a moment’s temporal fancy.
The only problem with this elitist idyll is that any man possessing a modicum of good sense knows this is a sham. Those 31 hypothesized New York City genders are merely homosexuality’s obfuscationist window dressing, and it makes little substantial difference whether an aging decathlete parades about in a push-up bra or a pathetic wretch submits his flesh to the horrors of surgical mutilation. It is the object of one’s erotic preoccupation that is the key here, and since nature has supplied humanity with only two biologically accommodating genetic variations (excepting the tragedy of mutational error) the gender fraud can be reduced down to men who desire men and women who prefer women. The sordid details of microgenders are merely the mental abstractions offered up to deluge our capacity for discernment while at the same time drowning all dissent in a choking cesspool of irrationality.
Listen: there is no reason that a mere fragment of the general population that are identified as some subspecies of homosexuality should be the veritable tail that wags the dog -- and therein, recalibrates our default notion of what it means to be male and female. From these ancient and formidable sexual templates flow our notion of the family, and their ripples extend out into every institution -- forming our moral judgments relating to love, happiness, virtue and vice. If the truth be told, the jihad for the blanket acceptance of homosexual unions, assailing nature’s man-woman ideal, is not strictly a homosexual agenda. Gays alone could not perform the feats that are now commonplace in our downward arc of cultural disintegration. The real target in sight is no less than the homogenization of mankind achieved through the obliteration of the Judeo-Christian apprehension of the world. Ultimately, this latter goal is the true prize that the Deconstructors of the West would have us zealously put to the torch in the service of severing past from future. If those who would be our masters can redefine rigid constructs of human sexuality, there is little they cannot do. Malleability, even if contrary to the iron imperatives of nature, is the key to achieving the Universal Homogenous State.
According to those regressive termites who serve as the ideological shock troops of societal decay, all moral judgments proceeding from ancient wisdom radiating across the entire breadth of history have been malevolently wrong -- until the great and flowering tolerance of the decadent West made its appearance on the world stage. Such an unfettered transvaluation is the child of both arrogance and civilizational amnesia. To posit the definition of a group’s core identity, not on the firm bedrock of the natural, but solely on the carnal object of that group’s erotic desire is a tenuous identity at best, and any attempts to sidestep nature for the shifting winds of political expedience are ultimately contrary to the biological function of the twin sexes -- and as spiritually sterile as the fleeting coupling of males.
To stay coherent and survive as an intelligent race, we must ground the biological/natural institution of the human family on something more enduring than the capriciousness of homosexual romantic love. We must think logically and prudently about the future of radical public policies, while evading the hyperegalitarian ramblings of Progressive Sirens: those civilizational Berserkers who are skilled only in unraveling and promoting their darkened incarnation of the pathological humanist will. If we possessed the moral courage, we could readily defeat those whose ill-considered aim is to transmute the fundamental blueprint of Creation with their own Synthetic City of the Perverse. Sadly, barring a revival of supernatural proportions, America will not join battle – we have travelled too far down that highway to Sodom and its judgment.
The only diversity now acceptable to the spirit of this age must include without question the full human panorama of depravity, while Judeo-Christianity's narrow path can only be interpreted as a carnal blasphemy. The stark implications of this brave new politics are reserved only for the judgments of which orifice to plunder or which tower to next cast down. Humanity's guardrails are down -- let every thoughtful soul proceed cautiously at his own quaking peril.
In the end, we are called to a standard more elevated than the quenching of our temporal passions and reveling in some audacious justice that seems charitable in our own eyes. It is the greatest of follies to affirm the politicized and inherently emotionalist judgments of a decadent generation by demolishing structures which should have remained as primordial boundaries, respected, and untouched.
Glenn Fairman returns from the wilderness and writes from Highland, Ca. He can be contacted at email@example.com and Stubbornthings.org