Well, our redoubtable prime minister has made it into the world headlines once more, this time for man-‘splainin’ to a woman why she should say peoplekind instead of mankind. Peoplekind is neither in the dictionary nor the social lexicon, so we are left wondering what he meant, especially after a certain amount of backlash sent him to the podium, man-‘splainin’ to the rest of us it was a joke. Was he or wasn’t he? Only his hairdresser, to quote an old commercial, knows for sure.
This nouveau Luddism has gone too far, and now nobody seems able to stop it. We now have people being fired and exiled on the word of their ex-wives, for Pete’s sake.
Don’t deliberately misconstrue what I just said. Men that hit women are despicable. However, there is a law against assault and a court to administer both its trial and its punishment, and we as a society that once prided itself on the rule of law now relies on the word of ex-wives. Long ago in the misty past, I was a welfare worker putting myself through school, and my personal experience suggests even ex-wives don’t believe ex-wives without evidence.
Our society appears to have become blissfully illiterate, lead in narcissistic splendor by our Prime Minister.
Let me explain — we are assured that Justin went only to the very finest of schools and may have participated in fields of study and attended class. However, by the time Justin and his peers made it to university, they were already staffed by the very haughtiest of anti-intellectuals. This begs the question of how one becomes literate in the classical sense when one is being cleansed by — oh, heathens and savages whose main claim to fame often centers around their activism and their substance abuse.
You can do your own research on this phenomenon. Justin’s professors must have graduated university in the early ʼ70s (the year Justin was born) or later. So check out the course catalogs in high-dollar schools before and after the early ʼ70s, and you will see a dynamic shift away from discipline, memorization, harsh evaluations and achievement and toward a sort of que sera sera worldview based on the depth of emotion one can muster and the amount of resistance one can exhibit.
For example, if the discipline of language in fact demands we never utter the word mankind again, or allow any other sort of gender-identification tags, then surely the PM should apply equal justice under this new, ever-changing, ever-less-literate law.
Canada, lest we forget, has two official languages, and Justin is enamoured of repairing only the one, English, while letting French languish.
What can be the justification for this? The can hardly ever have been a language under heaven more inherently sexist than French. Not only does French segregate women from men in pronouns and articles, but it goes on to make every single cat a female by reference and every single dog a male (la chat; le chien). Not to be deterred, it then goes on to delineate every noun under the sun into sexes, from planets and oceans to roads and universities to baking soda and wrenches. What a cruel twist of fate, I might add, that wrenches somehow became feminine.
Anyway, Justin has disregarded advancing French to the social fine points he addresses to English, so we will disregard it, too.
Justin managed to discombobulate the legal establishment again last week by chiding the Court in the Colten Boushie decision. Enough has been said, I think, about the propriety of a politician criticizing the justice system, but this comment by Justin moves us yet one more step away from tradition, discipline and the rule of law to what can be called, clear and simple, mob rule. It has been totally lost on our activist class that vandalism and violence are not signs of a healthy representative democracy, but of anarchy, chaos and totalitarianism.
Justin is the youngest leader of a major nation since the days of unlimited monarchies — maybe the second-youngest major leader in the world, next to Kim Jong Un. Hmmm… and they both have remarkable hair. I wonder if that means something.
However, getting back on track, Justin excused himself for correcting a woman on her English — and act I believe I have demonstrated he has no qualifications to do. Society decides what its words mean, not its politicians (nor its judges, as noted before).
As an I-hope-interesting aside, the vast majority of our readers are small-c conservatives. I have been surveying this audience for many years, and if you go back and read the reports you can see what I see. I think this is important for us to know about ourselves (not that all stripes of small-l liberals are not welcome to be and do what they wish. We are totally inclusive). It is also important for our sponsors and suppliers to consider, as well, for a more complete and somewhat-missing picture of what you as family business owners are facing.
Onward, the thing is, small-l liberals on the national stage give themselves the latitude to define language, rights, what lives matter and matters of sex, and have done so since the early ‘70s. Coincidence? Maybe not.
If it’s not a coincidence, there may be something in the discussion to show why there are so many overeducated, underemployed people in our work forces and in their parents’ basements. Maybe in next November’s Readers’ Survey I’ll ask how many of our readers have workers in installation or sales with a master’s degree in history or sociology.
It’s not funny, really. History majors can make great workers and great salesmen, assuming they can find the work, but somebody has to tell them there are jobs to be had if they can forget about noun declensions and verb attributions and focus, instead, on being at heo (Old English) job by 8:00.