Shortly before the US Presidential election, the headline in the Pravda of this era, The New York Times, was richer in dark truths than its author could have intended: “60% of people named Karen are voting for Biden.”
People, not women. One can’t say the w-word anymore lest the psychotic transgender inclusivists tear you limb from pretty limb, like a Taliban execution squad with a brace of 120 cc motorbikes dealing with a gender-studies lecturer in downtown Kabul. That’s not a mere figure of speech; that’s what happened to an Afghan male teacher of girls a few years ago: dismembered by Kawasaki.
Karen is the archetypal name for middle-class women in the US, some 58% of whom decided that a senile incompetent buffoon should become their next President. So after five decades of left-liberal pipe-lagging masquerading as education, America’s Karens managed to put into office the Quisling who never once denounced the Antifa/BLM violence that swept across the US a year ago. It was a five-month-long coup whose sinister agenda was then completely obscured by the idiotic demagoguery from Trump last January, which incited an unarmed crowd to occupy the Capitol building. This was being protected against intrusion by a highly-armed Washington police force, who clearly went on to train the plucky US forces guarding Kabul airbase last weekend.
There are many factors behind the current tragedy wrecking western civilisation, but one has been the feminisation – or Karenification – of our politics. One such Karen is today vice-president of the USA, chosen solely because of her race and her genitalia, as too was Karen Von Der Leyen. The most incompetent minister of defence in Germany’s history, she routinely referred to “servicewomen and servicemen”, though only 6.6% of the Bundeswehr is female. She ordered the design of tanks to be changed to accommodate pregnant soldiers, though a state that chooses to be guarded by pregnant women richly deserves its very own special Kabul moment.
On her watch, the Bundeswehr focussed on diversity and transsexuality rather than defence: just one in four combat vehicles and combat helicopters and only 50% of tanks and fighters were operable. However, any Kurt who wanted to become a Karen could immediately do so, courtesy of the Bundeswehrscalpel.
Next, this blithering idiot became the unelected president of Europe because she was chosen by Kaiser Karen Merkel. In a menopausal fit a decade ago – oh, no, squeal the sisters, did that misogynist really say that? – Merkel decided to abandon nuclear fuel forever and handed Germany’s energy future into the hands of the St Francis Assissi of our times, Vladimir Putin.
Meanwhile, Swedish Karens have created the world’s first feminist government, and when they went to sign a deal with Iran, they all obediently covered their hair. For Karenian feminism only operates against Caucasian Christian males, not against fundamentalist Islamic sexism, because that would be racist, and anyway, Islam’s rules are culturally precious and therefore inviolable.
Similarly, the Karens of the Irish Women’s Council – easily the stupidest of the hundreds of Irish NGOs – recently called for better abortion facilities “for all women and pregnant people.” These new wave feminists really are so thick that they believe the differences between the sexes are a matter of attitude and aspiration, plus some minor replumbing for wombever needs it.
Meanwhile, the Karen in charge of New Zealand called on the incoming Taliban government to respect the human rights of Afghan women.
Yes, indeed. Sob.
She said nothing about the fate of little boys in Afghanistan, with paedophile buggery (rectal rape) being the preferred pelvic delight for many Afghan men. But here she has merely emulated all those British Karens who were resolutely silent over the rape of thousands of white working-class underage English girls by Muslim men.
For Karens are very selective in their anger, just as they’re very selective in their ambitions. They want to be presidents and prime ministers and merchant bankers and film directors, but not bricklayers or sewerage workers or coal miners or steeplejacks or perhaps even steeplejills. Karens certainly become doctors, though they usually decline to work in casualty wards or at weekends or at nights. Most Dr Karens have ceased to be full-time medicks by the age of forty, meaning that the shortfall in doctors in any medically Karenised society must be made good by recruits from “The Third World”, which is rapidly becoming the sixth or seventh, not least because so many of their doctors have emigrated to the First World.
That’s another thing about Karen. Whenever she demands cheap or even free universal childcare, she never quite explains how the state is going to pay for this, or who the childminders are and where they’re going to come from. But it’s impossible to create the sort of childcare that professional Karens demand without imposing massive taxes on the entire citizenry in order to employ all those childminding Karens at the wages that modern Karens insist on. The alternative is to employ cheap childminding non-Karen labour from the Seventh Circle of Earthly Hell, such as Guate Desh or Bangla Mala, and shag the consequences.
For Karen’s worldview is not based on economic or political or military principles, but solely on a curious combination of psychotic solipsism and insatiable emotionalism. Karen wants the best of all worlds at the cheapest possible price, and meanwhile, she insists on satisfying her four e-needs: entitlement, equality, environmentalism and empathy.
So New Zealand’s Top Karen, its PM, has declared that the New Zealand government will be completely “carbon-neutral” by 2025, using only electric or hybrid vehicles. So how are steel or tyres ever to be made without generating vast amounts of CO2? Ah by making them elsewhere, dummy. But Karen’s government owns New Zealand Airlines, so how is that going to be made “carbon neutral” in just four years?
How? By replacing the Airbus engines with Maori oarsmen. And yes, I know I should be saying oarspersons, but I really can’t bring myself to do it, though I notice my computer seems perfectly happy to do so, presumably because it’s been on the equality course that says that the Maori boat-crews that rowed across the Pacific to get to New Zealand were all gender-neutral, just as New Zealand Airways is going to be carbon-neutral.
Simple, see?
As for Empathy, that’s what Karens really specialise in: which is why all those American Karens voted for a presidential candidate who promised to admit millions of illegal immigrants, which he emphatically and empathetically did, and why the New Zealand Karen got all togged up in white robes in repentance for her country once having immigration laws that kept out Pacific peoples.
We’re a long way from Kabul, surely, aren’t we?
No, we’re not. The following, though in a slightly altered form, came from the pen of Kipling, and it contains more truths than all the Karens in history ever sanctimoniously sighed.
When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised her perpetual peace
They swore, if she gave them her weapons, that the wars of tribes would cease.
But when Karen disarmed, They sold her and delivered her bound to her foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “Stick to the Devil you know.”
On those first Feminian sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving her wife)
Till all women had no more children, and their men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: “The Wages of sin is Death.”
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Eve –
Only four things are quite certain whatever you wish to believe
That the Bitch returns to her vomit, and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And Karen’s burnt bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire:
And after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins,
When women are paid for existing, and Karen need not pay for her sins
As surely as water will wet us, as surely as fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!
Those Gods retook Kabul last weekend, and a new era of terror and slaughter has thus begun for the world. It cannot stop until we topple our Karens – those aggressively soppy, sanctimoniously virulent and pratingly unprincipled schoolgirls – and the contemptible politicians they vote for, and instead choose real leaders with an agenda based on emotional continence, hard-headed reality and unrelenting arithmetic. Those leaders could well be women, such as Candace Owens, Germaine Greer, Margaret Thatcher or Queen Elizabeth, all of whom were blessed with a male understanding of personal loyalty, of order and the iron laws of consequence, which invariably warn us about the false Gods of the Market-Place.
For they always caught up with our progress, and presently the word would come,
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome…..”
See, along the horizon, here now, on Karen’s watch, they’re going out, one by one….