[NOTE: today is a driving day for ol’ BZ, as he’s taking his Kraut Kar on another long journey into the fiery 110-degree depths of a Las Vegas summer for the 10th Anniversary of the Freedom Fest, this year held at the Paris Resort. The rest of the week will be concerned primarily with broadcasting and not so much blogging. To listen to the coverage of Freedom Fest, click on this SHR Media Network link and you’ll hear myself, Sack Heads Shaun, Sack Heads Clint, the Underground Professor and others. Lots of radio and media this week, so frequently check the SHR Media site as well as that of Dan Butcher’s High Plains Pundit. Excelsior!]

The week’s likely final political post (I’ll be otherwise occupied by working Freedom Fest with the SHR Media Network team) is one of Leftist philosophy not only run amok but truly moving into the dangerous category.

It is a story of, well, let me be honest: a Leftist mother trying to mindfuck her two sons. Crude, yes, but I believe a totally appropriate encapsulation of the situation involving people very close to her. Sadly, her very own family. Specifically, her two young teenage sons.

And she’s pissed because it’s not working as she’d trained them. In fact, it may have created quite the opposite affect.

Let’s start at the start, with the original WashintonPost.com article back in September of 2016.

My teen boys are blind to rape culture

by Jody Allard

“Oh boy,” my son said, rolling his eyes. “Not rape culture again.”

We were sitting around the dinner table talking about the news. As soon as I mentioned the Stanford sexual assault case, my sons looked at each other. They knew what was coming. They’ve been listening to me talk about consent, misogyny and rape culture since they were tweens. They listened to me then, but they are 16 and 18 now and they roll their eyes and argue when I talk to them about sexism and misogyny.

“There’s no such thing as rape culture,” my other son said. “You say everything is about rape culture or sexism.”

I never imagined I would raise boys who would become men like these.

Stop. Read that over again: “I never imagined I would raise boys who would become men like these.”

Leftist translation: people who didn’t automatically buy into and keep a tight grip on the quite one-sided philosophy I’d attempted to ingrain into their wheelhouses over the years. The indoctrination hasn’t stuck. Therefore they are bad boys. Soon to be very bad men. Get that: bad men.

I never imagined I would raise boys who would become men like these. Men who deny rape culture, or who turn a blind eye to sexism. Men who tell me I’m being too sensitive or that I don’t understand what teenage boys are like. “You don’t speak out about this stuff, mom,” they tell me with a sigh. “It’s just not what teenagers do.”

Shame on them for speaking like this. Shame on them for wanting to actually enjoy their young lives and their teens and not quivering in abject fear of encountering life thinking that everyone and everything is out to penetrate, hurt and kill you.

It’s too uncomfortable to separate themselves from the pack so they continue to at least dip their toes into toxic masculinity.

Allard won’t be honest to you and me about this, so I’ll be honest for her. What she means has nothing to do with situational toxicity. She means that all masculinity is toxic. She’ll stand on her platform of victimhood slitting her wrists in public and readily damning everyone around her — but she won’t step into the light of honesty and clarity, two elements I highly prize.

My son didn’t call out his friend. He didn’t remind him that lack of enthusiastic consent means there is no consent. He didn’t say a word to him about consent at all, other than to ask the initial question, and that inaction hung heavy in the room between us. My sons, who are good boys and who know all about consent, do not speak out about consent. Not when it’s uncomfortable. Not when it might jeopardize their social standing. My sons who hate hearing about their own privilege nestle inside it like a blanket and accuse me of making up its existence.

As I said about various other SJW topics, the trend has been this:

• From tolerance,
• To acceptance,
• To advocacy.

If you are not an active advocate of every SJW issue and then some, you are subject to all possible means of belittling, shame, censorship or even violence — justified as it would be by their superior sense of Leftist righteousness. Even, in this case, the public — yes, the public — shaming and potential destruction of a Leftist woman’s own children. Children who are not mentally prepared to fight you in a public venue and likely have absolutely no interest in doing so. You are their mother. That is how your sons see you first and foremost.

To you it makes no difference. They exist but to be made negative examples of in your world. Your relationship means nothing. They are now no more than tools you apply to a particular SJW problem. With a very specific point: you see them as the problem. You say so clearly. You get to use them.

My sons are part of the problem.

They’d rather just see you as Mom.

Allow me to stop again. The following paragraph needs to be included in my post.

I’m a survivor of rape and sexual abuse. My sons know this like they know I was once a reporter and I love curries and coffee. But they have never been sexually abused, and they can’t fathom what it’s like to stand in a scalding hot shower trying to burn away the touch of a stranger’s hands. I’ve told them why dismantling rape culture is so important to me, but they will never truly understand how survivors feel.

Jody, I am sorry for your past. It was an evil act perpetrated by an evil person. I know crime. I know evil. I know what it looks like and what it smells like. I know how and why it operates. I’ve spoken to many a woman like you. I’ve fought it for 41 years. I suspect that’s possibly longer than you’ve been on the planet. I’ve investigated sexual assault cases. I’ve investigated child abuse cases. I’ve investigated homicides. I’m sorry for your past. But you use your past like a battering ram and, now, against your own children. You feel entitled to do so. They’ve stepped “out of line” so now the gloves are off.

I sense something here, and it is quite very disturbing. I sense that you really wouldn’t mind if your sons experienced something precisely like you did. More on that later.

In your superior and all-knowing SJW way, you have the luxury of being an absolutist. I had no such luxury whatsoever when I investigated these crimes. Because on whomever I focused I had the potential to truly destroy utterly and with finality. Your current ability to destroy, in fact, pales to my past abilities  I had the power of incarceration and the complete removal of most freedoms whatsoever. To place people into an environment I’ll touch upon below.

You’re under no such obligation. You don’t have the responsibility. That’s a massive luxury the likes of which I don’t believe you appreciate. I also believe you don’t appreciate the truth. Violent crime in the 1990s, when I was active in detectives, was booming. Since that time crime — and rape — trended down markedly. It is only now, since around 2014 or so, beginning to trend back up but for entirely different reasons than in the 1990s.

I’ll let you in on a dirty little secret as well, Allard. Roughly 40% of the rape claims of women investigated by my department in the 1990s were false. Regrets, guilt or untenable social positions. But we were told by our superiors to not let this cat out of the bag, mention it to no one and, further, take no action whatsoever against those pretenders who wasted our time, forced us to spend taxpayer dollars and usually ended up skulking out the doors with lowered heads. Rightly so. It would have had a “chilling effect” we were told. The only “chilling effect” was upon the women who were true victims. False claims denigrated and, in a way, raped these women a second time. Men didn’t do that. The women did that.

But this is where you cross the line.

I wanted to believe that sharing my experience with them would make them understand. And even more important, that understanding would breed action; but that’s where the disconnect arose. My sons understand, as best as teenage boys can. But they aren’t willing to sacrifice their own comfort for my sake, or for anyone else. When it comes to speaking out against rape culture and questioning their own ideas and behavior, they become angry and defensive.

Wait.

Not all men, they remind me, and my guts wrench as my own sons mimic the vitriol of a thousand online trolls.

“They remind me.” “Not all men.” And it’s “trolling” to dare to possess the temerity to remind women that not all men are rapists. This is where you became unhinged, Allard. You reveal your own damage in the final paragraph.

And in this broken system, anyone who isn’t with us is against us. Particularly, and especially, men. Even my own sons — even yours. It’s not enough to teach our sons about consent; we have to encourage them to have the courage to speak out against rape culture, too.

Allard has, since September, decided to double down on the attacks on her sons with a recent July 6th article in RoleReboot.com (that’s called a clue):

I’m Done Pretending Men Are Safe (Even My Sons)

I have two sons. They are strong and compassionate—the kind of boys other parents are glad to meet when their daughters bring them home for dinner. They are good boys, in the ways good boys are, but they are not safe boys. I’m starting to believe there’s no such thing.

Meaning: my sons are rapists. They just haven’t done it yet. But they will. They are men.

I wrote an essay in The Washington Post last year, during the height of the Brock Turner case, about my sons and rape culture. I didn’t think it would be controversial when I wrote it; I was sure most parents grappled with raising sons in the midst of rape culture.

Again, not one toe in reality. I’ll wager most parents are not thinking their sons are nothing more than rapists-in-waiting.

One of my sons was hurt by my words, although he’s never told me so. He doesn’t understand why I lumped him and his brother together in my essay. He sees himself as the “good” one, the one who is sensitive and thoughtful, and who listens instead of reacts. He doesn’t understand that even quiet misogyny is misogyny, and that not all sexists sound like Twitter trolls. He is angry at me now, although he won’t admit that either, and his anger led him to conservative websites and YouTube channels; places where he can surround himself with righteous indignation against feminists, and tell himself it’s ungrateful women like me who are the problem.

How joyous to come to realize that your own mother only tolerates you on good days and despises you on bad days.

And remember, “conservative websites” and YouTube channels do nothing but provide those of dim mind a “righteous indignation.” There is no room for discussion or for any kind of viewpoint other than Allard’s. Just ask her.

I’ll wager, Allard, that you well and truly do not know how your sons feel about you.

But wait; there’s more buttery Leftist goodness coming where not just paintbrushes are utilized but massive rollers. Check this:

I know I’m not supposed to cast an entire sex with a single paint brush — not all men, I’m sure some readers are thinking and preparing to type or tweet. But if it’s impossible for a white person to grow up without adopting racist ideas, simply because of the environment in which they live, how can I expect men not to subconsciously absorb at least some degree of sexism? White people aren’t safe, and men aren’t safe, no matter how much I’d like to assure myself that these things aren’t true.

At least she said it outright.

• All men are rapists, and
• All Caucasoids are racists

Hey, Allard? Hold up you’re hand. You’re a Cauc. But wait again. That makes her sons the worst of the worst. They are inherent sexists, rapists and racists, all in one.

My God woman, how could they have sprung from your liberated loins? The shame, the rush of revulsion you must feel. Then this surprising bit of honesty on her part.

I’m through wasting my time on people who are more interested in ideas than feelings, and I’m through pretending these people, these men, are safe.

Translated: facts mean nothing. Feelings mean everything. Do you finally get it, folks?

Her articles should be read. We need to understand well and truly how people like her think and how it distorts their world and permeates every fiber of their being and every second of their lives. Interesting reactions can be found here and here and here and here as well.

Thank God not all women live in the demented and stilted world in which Allard lives.

Jody Allard, I’m closing with this; I referred to it above. I sensed something in your articles, in your philosophies, in your manner and in your writings, and I believe it is deeply disturbing. You are here, you exist, to make points. Points that, in my opinion, not only involve you but overwhelm you. I sense that you really wouldn’t mind if your sons experienced something on the order of what you did. Up to and until then they can never understand which is why, in your world, in my opinion, you’d not mind if more men were raped. You get your wish, you know, every day.

In men’s prisons. It’s what they do.

They are criminals and they are evil.

Evil exists. I am sorry it visited you.

Please don’t visit it upon others.

Please not your sons.

BZ

P.S.

And Jody Allard, I have not even touched the subject of boys and young men being coerced or forced into sex by older women or women in power. Sadly, however, in my opinion, I don’t believe you carry the capacity to think this is the most remote of issues.