I see Nicola Sturgeon is once again complaining that I posted a picture of myself wearing a T-shirt with her name on it and the legend 'Destroyer of Women's Rights.' Apparently this didn't 'elevate the debate.'
Is there a clinical term for an individual who has extreme thinness of skin when it comes to their own perceived hurts, coupled with a rhino-hide when it comes to the fear and suffering of others?
I'm thinking in particular of the two women Isla Bryson raped, who had to watch their First Minister squirm and smirk on TV as she tried to avoid admitting he was a man; of the five survivors of male violence who were ready to give evidence to Sturgeon's committee on gender self-ID, but were told to put their concerns in writing while seventeen trans-identified people appeared in person; of the mother of a young girl with a learning disability who campaigned against self-ID because she wanted her daughter to be guaranteed same sex intimate care, should she need it (the mother was presumably one of those female opponents Sturgeon calls 'shrill' and 'hysterical' in her memoir); of the ten-year-old girl sexually assaulted in a public bathroom by a 6'5" paedophile who served his jail sentence in a women's prison because he called himself 'Katie'; of Sandie Peggie, forced to discuss her own menstrual history in public to justify not wanting to undress in view of a 6ft straight cross-dresser in the nurses' changing room; of Marion Millar, dragged into court because she tweeted a picture of suffragette ribbons; of the Scottish rape crisis centres reliant on government funding who were pressured to admit trans-identified males into their services if they wanted funding to continue.
When Sturgeon refers to an 'elevated debate', she means a discussion that takes place within a tiny, smug bubble from which regular women suffering real life consequences of her policies are firmly excluded. These faceless ants are loftily dismissed as bigots, or, to be more precise: 'transphobic, misogynistic, homophobic, maybe racist as well.'
Nicola, you hated the T-shirt picture because you couldn't ignore it, as you'd ignored so many other women trying to make you understand their concerns. Appeals to your empathy, your intelligence and your compassion all failed. Apparently the only way to get through to you is through your vanity.
Look. We get it. No need to explain further. Vulnerable, white working class girls donโt matter. And anybody who raises their enslavement and horrific abuse by Asian rape gangs is a dog whistling racist.
@TheMistressRox@scottishgreens Because they are a party who have hijacked concern about the environment into a party who are obsessed with promoting the most exteme views on gender. They are basically a party for people who have views that until recently were regarded as deviant. A party who indulges bampots
Can we just pause for a moment of solemn reflection that Scottish Government funded Edinburgh Rape Crisis centre in their infinite wisdom - Put a man in charge. Better yet, a man who dresses up and pretends to be a woman.
Because thatโs exactly what a woman who has been subject to one of the most heinous crimes imaginable, rape, wants to see after they work up the courage to walk through the doors of a rape crisis centre - Some sick perverted dude dressed as a woman behind the desk acting as if he knows what itโs like.
If there ever was a situation that was to showcase just how retarded Scotland has become. THIS IS IT.
Drunk on identity politics.
Drunk on virtue signalling.
Drunk on money.
Devoid of reason.
Devoid of principle.
Devoid of honour.
Hypnotised into saying nothing.
Hypnotised into doing nothing.
Hypnotised into ignorance and delusion.
Once we dispel the curse that the SNP and the Greens have cast upon us, Scotland will have a brief window where we can rid our lands of evil from top to bottom, heralding in a new era of enlightenment.
Can we just pause for a moment of solemn reflection that Scottish Government funded Edinburgh Rape Crisis centre in their infinite wisdom - Put a man in charge. Better yet, a man who dresses up and pretends to be a woman.
Because thatโs exactly what a woman who has been subject to one of the most heinous crimes imaginable, rape, wants to see after they work up the courage to walk through the doors of a rape crisis centre - Some sick perverted dude dressed as a woman behind the desk acting as if he knows what itโs like.
If there ever was a situation that was to showcase just how retarded Scotland has become. THIS IS IT.
Drunk on identity politics.
Drunk on virtue signalling.
Drunk on money.
Devoid of reason.
Devoid of principle.
Devoid of honour.
Hypnotised into saying nothing.
Hypnotised into doing nothing.
Hypnotised into ignorance and delusion.
Once we dispel the curse that the SNP and the Greens have cast upon us, Scotland will have a brief window where we can rid our lands of evil from top to bottom, heralding in a new era of enlightenment.
Happy Birthday to Flight Lieutenant John Cruickshank VC ๐ฌ๐ง 104 today.
Born #onthisday 20 May 1920.
John Alexander Cruickshank VC is a Scottish former banker, former Royal Air Force officer, & a Second World War recipient of the Victoria Cross (VC). Cruickshank was awarded the VC for sinking a German U-boat & then, despite serious injuries, safely landing his aircraft. He is the last living recipient to have been awarded the VC during the Second World War.
The announcement & accompanying citation for the decoration was published in a supplement to The London Gazette, reading:
Air Ministry, 1st September, 1944.
'The King has been graciously pleased to confer the Victoria Cross on the undermentioned officer in recognition of most conspicuous bravery: โ
Flying Officer John Alexander Cruickshank (126700), Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve. No. 210 Squadron.
This officer was the captain & pilot of a Catalina flying boat which was recently engaged on an anti-submarine patrol over northern waters. When a U-boat was sighted on the surface, Flying Officer Cruickshank at once turned to the attack. In the face of fierce anti-aircraft fire he manoeuvred into position & ran in to release his depth charges. Unfortunately they failed to drop.
Flying Officer Cruickshank knew that the failure of this attack had deprived him of the advantage of surprise & that his aircraft offered a good target to the enemy's determined & now heartened gunners.
Without hesitation, he climbed & turned to come in again. The Catalina was met by intense and accurate fire & was repeatedly hit. The navigator/bomb aimer was killed. The second pilot & two other members of the crew were injured. Flying Officer Cruickshank was struck in seventy-two places, receiving two serious wounds in the lungs & ten penetrating wounds in the lower limbs. His aircraft was badly damaged & filled with the fumes of exploding shells. But he did not falter. He pressed home his attack, & released the depth charges himself, straddling the submarine perfectly. The U-boat was sunk.
He then collapsed & the second pilot took over the controls. He recovered shortly afterwards &, though bleeding profusely, insisted on resuming command & retaining it until he was satisfied that the damaged aircraft was under control, that a course had been set for base & that all the necessary signals had been sent. Only then would he consent to receive medical aid & have his wounds attended to. He refused morphia in case it might prevent him from carrying on.
During the next five & a half hours of the return flight he several times lapsed into unconsciousness owing to loss of blood. When he came to his first thought on each occasion was for the safety of his aircraft & crew. The damaged aircraft eventually reached base but it was clear that an immediate landing would be a hazardous task for the wounded & less experienced second pilot. Although able to breathe only with the greatest difficulty, Flying Officer Cruickshank insisted on being carried forward & propped up in the second pilot's seat. For a full hour, in spite of his agony & ever-increasing weakness, he gave orders as necessary, refusing to allow the aircraft to be brought down until the conditions of light & sea made this possible without undue risk.
With his assistance the aircraft was safely landed on the water. He then directed the taxying and beaching of the aircraft so that it could easily be salvaged. When the medical officer went on board, Flying Officer Cruickshank collapsed & he had to be given a blood transfusion before he could be removed to hospital.
By pressing home the second attack in his gravely wounded condition & continuing his exertions on the return journey with his strength failing all the time, he seriously prejudiced his chance of survival even if the aircraft safely reached its base. Throughout, he set an example of determination, fortitude & devotion to duty in keeping with the highest traditions of the Service.'