Madeleine Kearns wrote the sentence I am using for my title in her review of the new book by Douglas Murray, The Madness Of Crowds, for National Review. However, my favorite sentence of all she wrote was borrowed: “What is wrong with the world,” wrote G. K. Chesterton in a book by that name, “is that we do not ask what is right.” I love that. But I am taking issue with the title. I believe that the absurd—by which she means the “leftist and snowflake grievance sweepstakes”—can be very easily explained. The explanation is called the Therapeutic Culture, the root system of the poisonous fruitless blackberry patch that is the “postmodernists’ Critical Theory-Intersectionality madhouse”.
I could have chosen any number of plants with an extensive root system that links multiple individuals, like aspens, zucchini or perennial grasses, but the blackberry bush community can be painfully pernicious. It’s the thorns you know, the price you pay for the delicious fruit. The madhouse I mentioned above is all thorns and no fruit. The Therapeutic Culture starts with declaring that almost every misanthropic or irresponsible behavior is the result of either an illness—non-physical addictions like gambling, sex or pornography—or lack of self esteem—criminal actions, laziness, academic failure. It’s only a short hop, or crawl, from there to elevating feelings above all else, including reason, logic, biology, reality. From there it’s another short crawl to the following:
Dr. Johanna Olson-Kennedy, the medical director at the largest transgender youth clinic in the United States, is one of four doctors in the country overseeing experimental treatments, sponsored by the National Institutes of Health, on children as young as eight (for which there are no control groups). Such recklessness is funded by millions of dollars from the American taxpayer, who is left largely in the dark by the complicity and cowardice of the mainstream press. Once, while discussing the removal of healthy breasts from teenage girls who identify as members of the opposite sex, Olson-Kennedy told a clapping audience: “If you want breasts at a later point in your life you can go and get them.”
I guess you just go to the breast store. I wonder if there are stores for the other discarded organs and tissue. In fact, maybe it’s time for Amazon to get on the Olson-Kennedy-inspired trend of selling human tissue and sex organs via the Internet. If you can get new glasses fitted online virtually, why not breasts? Absolutely absurd you say? And “identifying” as some other sex or gender isn’t? There are websites dedicated to every perversion and confused ideology imaginable, and many that aren’t (imaginable that is). The massively confused superhighway in my picture above might be a marvel of civil engineering, or a figment of the artist’s imagination, but like the Therapeutic Culture, it leads to nothing but crackups!