On The Limits of Tolerance

 Today, at Townhall.com Kurt Schlichter tells America, We Can Choose Not To Tolerate Weirdos. What Schlicter means is that, sure, you live and let live with these weirdos. You tolerate them doing things you find unacceptable as long as it doesn't affect any adult who doesn't want it. Children are a different matter. Do not mess with children.

But when it comes to positions of responsibility, we do not have to tolerate such nonsense. Tolerance has its limits.  Indeed, we should not tolerate freaks in positions of responsibility. Responsibility for things that affect life and death, or the children should only be handled by people who have their heads on straight.

Somehow we got to the point where we're expected to just nod politely when freaks, strangeos, and perverts turn up in positions of great responsibility. Well, that needs to change. Whether it's some "non-binary" bondage mutant who oversees America's nuclear waste betwixt bouts of luggage larceny or an Army colonel who – and yeah, this happened – masks up as a leather sex puppy in uniform on social media and who, along with junior officers, also dressed as carnal canines, forms what I guess would be an erotic litter. And then there's the everyday parade of creepy groomer oddities teaching our kids – actually, indoctrinating them – who are so proud of it that they go post videos of themselves bragging about the gender confusion and woke nonsense they spread. Time to stop accepting the idea that we need to pretend weirdos are not weird.

Who, I would like to know, entrusted our nuclear waste handling to this sicko? Nuclear wasted is serious stuff, and the security surrounding its disposal requires full attention to detail. One wonders what this guy is thinking about all day. Then there's the Army Colonel who thinks he is a dog, dresses up in a leather dog mask, and evidently plays puppy. Evidently he has men under him who do the same. Now, women complain about being sexually harrassed by more senior officers. What about men forced to play doggy for their senior officers? Again, an officer ought to be focused on ensuring he and his men are ready to fight the next war.

You know, this whole live and let live thing has outlived its usefulness, not least of all because that concept never applies to us normal people who like family and church and not dressing up as OnlyFans Lassie. There is a big difference between sending the cops to break down the door of Colonel Colliecoupler's kennel to roust the secret sex pack and refusing to let a grown man who thinks it's cool to dress up as a bondage beagle and have sex with similarly costumed people lead American soldiers.

These are bad things, and people should not do them. You should not assume some non-existent sex and rip-off baggage, or bump paws with other people dressed up in Doberman drag, or come into a classroom with green hair, a bolt through your nose, and a desire to invent new pronouns so you can turn kids into baffled basket cases. These things are not okay, and we have no moral obligation to give those who do them jobs of great responsibility. In fact, through all of human history, until like five years ago, mankind understood that crazy people should not be empowered, and we got along fine without the contributions of dudes with mustaches dressed like Lola Falana swiping Samsonites off the baggage claim conveyor belts of every airport from LAX to DCA.

It's not hard. Say it with me.

You are a weirdo, and being a weirdo disqualifies you from any kind of serious job.

Go read Schlichter's article. If you are like me, if nothing else you will be in awe of his inventive use of insults. But beyond that, he has a point. We are not being asked to tolerate things we know to be wrong. We are being forced to accept and celebrate things we know to be immoral, improper, and wrong. People say, and I don't know it to be fact, that J. Edgar Hoover liked to dress up in drag. The thing is, he never let it get out in public. I am a live and let live guy. So it didn't bother me much. But we are now being forced to accept and celebrate the sick, the weird, the queer, the freakish as somehow being better than plain vanilla normal.  Vive la difference, we are told.  I say balderdash.

People say that you are not nice if you don't treat these people with respect. Well, Jesus was not nice when he called the Pharisees and Sadducees a brood of vipers. But he saw the world as it is, and called things by their proper names. We should do the same.