Femi-Fascist Follies

You'd think I'd be pretty well inured by now to the lunacies of the Politically Correct, but I have to say that I opened a Herald recently & was soon rubbing my eyes with disbelief as the details of a new victory for femi-nazism were described. "A Dargaville radio disc jockey," I read, "has been taken off air for six months because he kissed female contestants in the Kauri Coast Kumara Festival king & queen contest. Shannon McLeigh, a DJ for Big River FM in Dargaville, was suspended after he interviewed & then kissed about 10 female contestants on the cheek on April 5 ... Letters of apology were sent to all contestants. Station Manager Frances Kelliher said the six-month suspension could be shortened if McLeigh attended educational courses, including a sexual harassment course." No, it was not April 1, & there was nothing in the text or context to suggest that the item might have been a spoof. Dear God, I groaned — what have we come to?

I rang my old mate Peter Sinclair, who in days of yore regularly hosted Miss New Zealand & similar pageants on TV. He confirmed that what I thought I remembered was indeed the case — it was quite common for him to kiss contestants on the cheek after interviewing them (and for that matter, for contestants to kiss each other). Should Pete now be hauled retrospectively before the Human Wrongs Commissariat & made to go on some femi-nazi hate-fest? Would the blokes competing in the "King" part of the festival have been so pathetic as to make a federal case of it had they been pecked on the cheek by the female disc-jockey who was co-hosting the proceedings? Should she too be sent off for some indoctrination for not intervening to save her Sisters from the rampaging rapist?

Why couldn't the silly bitches who apparently complained on this occasion simply have pulled back & said they didn't wish to be kissed, and left it at that? Like that pathetic South African woman who's making it her mission to ruin a rugby player's entire career over one insult, these toxic tarts probably won't be satisfied with anything less than for the hapless cheek-pecker to be banned from the airwaves for life, with his lips sliced off & tongue hacked out to ensure there is no recidivism either!

It's getting to the stage where the only thing men can do if they want to be safe from the femi-nazis, apart from cutting off the object of their envy, is to abstain from physical contact with women altogether & refrain from ever complimenting them. For the heterosexual among the men, however, this would pose obvious drawbacks. Perhaps all recruits to the work-for-the-dole scheme could earn their keep making & distributing blow-up dolls for surrogate sex — though the femi-nazis would assuredly ban these as well, more quickly than you could say "dildo."

But what, you may ask, does any of this have to do with my brief here, "mugging the Nanny State"? Simply that the perpetrators of this femi-nazi neo-Puritanism are employed & empowered by the state. Without its coercion, they couldn't survive. The whole fascist phalanx of legislation, quangos, feminist engineering (etc.) courses, re-education camps, preferential treatment for wimmin, the demonising of eye contact as "rape," etc., etc., is imposed by the state with money stolen by the state. In far-flung Dargaville, disc jockey McLeigh is simply the latest victim of a rampant irrationality that emanates from Wellington.

Nanny is the ultimate femi-nazi.

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