New levels of insanity have been reached here in Canada. Dr. Jordan Peterson is facing censure by Toronto University for failing to use gender neutral pronouns when addressing trans-gender students.
You may ask what are these pronouns that are currently being demanded by the the student body?
Surely any informed person would know.
The trans gender folk want "Ze" or "Zir" for "she" or "he" or simply be referred to as "They"
So a dialogue between the student and teacher could go like this on a Monday morning. " Thomas, did THEY do THEIR essay that I asked THEY to complete? " and other such nonsense.
Professor Jordan has said that he will address the student according to the role that they are playing. If they are a woman this week it will be "She". If they change genders, next week it will be a "He".
The politically correct crowd are incensed and are all for requiring fines, damages and mandatory anti-discrimination training for Dr Jordan.
Meanwhile a band of these strange zealots are calling for the word "HISTORY" to be changed to "HIXTORY" since the past is a compiled story of men and women both.
I have been searching for my own words to describe these actors in this theatre of the absurd. Ah! A phrase has come to mind:
They're a bunch of nut cases.
Jubilate
Ian
Fifa, an organization plagued by corruption, cover-ups, double-dealing and malfeance of every type has suddenly become sanitized.
The new leadership, which has replaced the disgraced Sepp Blatter, has issued a decree that the English and Scottish soccer teams who meet at Wembley this weekend will NOT be allowed to wear arm bands displaying poppies.
Imagine such hypocrisy!
As an Englishman I am intensely proud of the part that my nation (and my relatives) played in the first world war from whence the symbol of the poppy emerged. I am also very much aware that the game of soccer (short for Association football) was a gift given to the rest of the world by England.
Now, some nameless bureaucrats running a committee already raddled by crookedness of every sort dare tell the British that they cannot wear poppies while they play the game that they themselves invented.
Someone once said that a camel is a committee's definition of a horse. Too true and in the case of NO POPPIES at Wembley we are looking at the rear end of the horse.
Go ahead, boys. Play your game and may you and everyone who watches from the stands sport poppies, LARGE RED ONES.
Jubilate.
Ian
