What do Dylan Mulvaney and Justin Trudeau have in common? More than just low-T and a penchant for dressing up for every occasion and pretending they're something they're not. Indeed, both have been on an apology tour of sorts. Except they're not apologizing for anything so much as gaslighting you into believing you've done something wrong and should therefore be contrite and receptive to their non-apologetic apology. They're sorry that you're racist, intolerant or too stupid to have understood their benevolence.
A cynical man might suggest that Dylan's reemergence video and careful "humanist" wording was a cleverly crafted response from his handlers at Blackrock meant to soften the bludgeoning of trans ideology against the skulls of a public finally smarting and angry from such abuse. While Dylan's subtle suggestion that the corrective action for effeminate boys—castration and sexual reassignment—might seem regressive, that would be your internalized homophobia rearing itself. Gay men are just women waiting to blossom. That's progress. You must realize your ignorance and that the opposite of everything you believe is true. Lizzo is the new beauty and health standard, for example. To think otherwise is white supremacy in action.
Likewise, Trudeau, master of the non-sequitur, deflecting more arrows than a centurion phalanx, began last week with an earth-shattering series of statements. Not admissions, per se, but lordly reflections on how he might improve his greatness in the future and our understanding of it. Amid his kernels of wisdom, we learned that covid vaccines have harmful effects and may even have killed people. Although, and again, contrary to your eyes and ears, Trudeau has always been a reasonable, kind man who did not threaten, coerce or force people to take the shots. Taking away someone's job isn't considered coercion here in Canada. It's the just punishment for not being a good citizen. Soon, we won't have to worry about misinterpreting the rules for good citizenship because the Liberal government's Bill C-11 now controls Canadian content with no amendments toward social media. And they were already so kind as to install stewardship software—so much of a nicer ring than spyware, no?—in their last Covid app. Thus we can proceed through our checkpoints and check-ins without hassle. We can have our citizenship and worth assessed digitally, invisibly, by the State bean counters, and we'll know we've genuinely erred when our bank accounts are frozen and the Mounties knock on our door to take us to a reeducation camp.
The aforementioned is not hyperbole but the natural evolution of a corporatist entity and captured media that manufactures consent and crushes dissent. But this is what Canadians want and have agreed to. Praise Chinada. And most heartwarmingly, Trudeau granted his retired sweetheart Jacinda Arden's final wish: the government has become the sole arbiter of truth. It sounds dystopian, but it's not, you bigot, you governancephobe.
So in being a good citizen, who would rather not have an unwanted vacation at the State's behest, I must acknowledge that everything my supreme leader said in his pontification at Ottawa University was true. We all knew the risks before participating in the largest medical experiment in human history. Occasionally, I like to check in on the progress of the post-market evaluation of the mRNA shots, but I shall stop now that I'm fed my truth. Still, it seems curious that the research for Pfizer's miracle-prick remains incomplete after months and then years of delays. As a faithful supplicant, I know the "testing" will be in the decades to come when the results of an mRNA and spike protein combo going through the blood-brain barrier and into every known organ and mechanisms of the body are better understood. Obama said it best.
Transforming humans is the way forward! Obesity is fitness. Boys are girls! What a marvellous world where we never have to worry about anything making sense again. Not our health, social or economic realities, or silly ethical fussiness. Bring on the harvested wombs and serums of eternity. Well, not for you and me, but for the luminaries who deserve immortality. What else could the study of mass gene-modification amount to but realizing our technocratic overlords’ resplendent dream of being eternal?
Isn’t she stunning? (and brave)
To think, perhaps the human race could be forever regaled by the theatrics of this generation's Betty and Judy Haynes: Dylan and Trudy—womanface and smugface—our world's two most caring souls bound by ties beyond their shared narcissistic disorder. By now, you should see they're cut of the same cloth and have the same virtuous thoughts as the globalist, gene-mixing druids who've realized how to heal the earth. Have the peasants eat bugs, freeze to death and castrate themselves—sacrifices for the earth goddess! Quite beautiful and pragmatic when you consider what meaningless wastes of carbon so many of us are. Although, I wonder if Soylent factories might be even more economical and eco-friendly. Food for thought!
—C