The Lady of Babylon and her fate [Isaiah 45]

cI have been saving this link for the correct text. Note the whining. Note the sense that nothing can go wrong for this little petal. She’s claiming to be andgerous. She does not know what defeat is. Nor that there is a great difference between being abused and being hit. She has faith in her incantations and her signals of virtue. She considers she has power.

She is a Lady of Babylon.

The authoress.

I ought to sue your “Dangerous Faggot” tour for misleading the public. The only thing you’re dangerous to is a skinhead’s self-esteem. The world is full of very dangerous faggots, but you are not one of them. I raise a glass to the real dangerous faggots, from the AIDS survivors and queer anarchists to the gender warriors and the mincers of Fire Island. Here’s to every disobedient queer body to ever walk the streets in defiance of state and society.

If we, the gender deviant, were not dangerous, you would not be so clearly threatened by us.

As I write this, Milo, I’ve got terrible period cramps, and I’m a bigger fag than you’ll ever be. Hell, I’m probably a better top than you.

I’ve hated you for a long time — being compared to you by some commenter on my column sent me into a rage for several hours — but the stunt you pulled against that young woman in Milwaukee was the last fucking straw.

If you’d like a transgender Berkeley student to direct your firehose of impotent rage at, I offer myself. Here’s the target on my back, so go ahead and take aim. I’m a Jewish anarchist drag queen with no eyebrows. The jokes write themselves. I dare you to put up pictures of me — it’s a matter of public record that I look fantastic. Tell that crowd to laugh at me. I’m not ashamed of my face or my body or my politics or my life choices.

Don’t you want to find something original to say? You can’t cut me down to size, I’m five foot two and chronically depressed. I dare you to say something about me that I haven’t already said about myself.

This is the fate of those who think that they will never fall and fail. They will find that the rude men who protected them are not there. They will find that they are stripped of their positions of power. The removal of a veil and exposing the legs indicated that the Lady is now working in the fields, her skirts hitched up, and she can no longer be pale, interesting, or concentrating on beauty. She is now more interested in survival.

For the oppression of that time against the people of God led to reprisal. It was prophesied: Babylon is still a wasteland, indeed Mesopotamia is a war zoned, thanks to a certain ex President or two. The women who were fashionable, comfortable and beautiful of the Levant and Persia have now either fled or are hiding under burkae. Or, if of Christ, they have been enslaved or crucified.

Our God has not changed. if you mock him, you will find there is a retribution. The reason this Neil Lawrence has her ovaries twisted up around Milo is that he, despite his tendency to love black men, preaches the Catholic faith undiluted.

And she does not see this faith as what it is. The word of God, living and active, dividing the righteous from those damned to a converged hell.

Isaiah 47:1-15

1   Come down and sit in the dust,
virgin daughter Babylon!
Sit on the ground without a throne,
daughter Chaldea!
For you shall no more be called
tender and delicate.
2   Take the millstones and grind meal,
remove your veil,
strip off your robe, uncover your legs,
pass through the rivers.
3   Your nakedness shall be uncovered,
and your shame shall be seen.
I will take vengeance,
and I will spare no one.
4   Our Redeemer — the LORD of hosts is his name —
is the Holy One of Israel.
5   Sit in silence, and go into darkness,
daughter Chaldea!
For you shall no more be called
the mistress of kingdoms.
6   I was angry with my people,
I profaned my heritage;
I gave them into your hand,
you showed them no mercy;
on the aged you made your yoke
exceedingly heavy.
7   You said, “I shall be mistress forever,”
so that you did not lay these things to heart
or remember their end.

8   Now therefore hear this, you lover of pleasures,
who sit securely,
who say in your heart,
“I am, and there is no one besides me;
I shall not sit as a widow
or know the loss of children” —
9   both these things shall come upon you
in a moment, in one day:
the loss of children and widowhood
shall come upon you in full measure,
in spite of your many sorceries
and the great power of your enchantments.

10  You felt secure in your wickedness;
you said, “No one sees me.”
Your wisdom and your knowledge
led you astray,
and you said in your heart,
“I am, and there is no one besides me.”
11  But evil shall come upon you,
which you cannot charm away;
disaster shall fall upon you,
which you will not be able to ward off;
and ruin shall come on you suddenly,
of which you know nothing.

12  Stand fast in your enchantments
and your many sorceries,
with which you have labored from your youth;
perhaps you may be able to succeed,
perhaps you may inspire terror.
13  You are wearied with your many consultations;
let those who study the heavens
stand up and save you,
those who gaze at the stars,
and at each new moon predict
what shall befall you.

14  See, they are like stubble,
the fire consumes them;
they cannot deliver themselves
from the power of the flame.
No coal for warming oneself is this,
no fire to sit before!
15  Such to you are those with whom you have labored,
who have trafficked with you from your youth;
they all wander about in their own paths;
there is no one to save you.

The trouble is that people like Neil are living in a bubble, called a safe space. They have been praised for being so daring and transgressive. They consider that they are the forefront of the progressive movement. Their very protection has blinded them, and they love their theory, which allows them to discount the rude reality of nature. And they don’t understand that most grown adults do not care what they are called. They worry about paying bills, raising kids, and fixing things.

As an aside, a person who commands the attention of any room lacks any semblance of humility.

Lawrence is a transmasculine freshman who commands the attention of every room. Sporting a head shaven on both sides, his self-proclaimed “casual” makeup — which that day consisted of a tinge of blue lipstick — and a briefcase, Neil does not worry what others think about him.

“We have such a body-oriented sexual culture, and I get there and they’re like, ‘Oh God … what do we do? Uhm, uh, can I look up a manual?’ ” Lawrence said. Lawrence is one of many who applied for and received housing in UC Berkeley’s Unity House, a LGBT residence hall, housed in Unit 3’s Spens-Black Hall. The first of its kind to focus on both sexual identity and gender, Unity House is a safe place for a majority of lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender freshmen and transfer students, as well as a powerhouse of creative, LGBTQA-centered events.

This Friday’s anticipated annual Unity House Drag Show — a free show set for 7:30 p.m. at Clark Kerr’s Krutch Theater — will show Berkeley what being a drag queen or king is really about. Although it will be many of the performers’ first time in drag — including Lawrence’s — he assures me that it will be both entertaining and respectful. Plus, how could it be bad when UC Berkeley alumnus and drag queen extraordinaire Honey Mahogany is hosting?

There are places where there is true repression of many and where Christ is not able to be preached openly. The left and queer align themselves with such. For their protests are not about equality, but the destruction of the West, and the institution of a dictatorship, of not of the proletariat, of a satanic theocracy they think, in their delusions, they can subvert, forgetting they serve the same master as any Muslim.

What can one say? Reality has intruded in the Bubble. The progressive virtue spiral is now broken. In a rational political cycle, the losing side now goes to the fields and factory floors and listens. It considers not the perversities of the Ladies of Babylon, but the concerns of the bazaar and journeymen. From that comes a correction in policy, from that comes new ideas, and from that eventually comes a generation who will reform the government in power when it gets sclerotic . The Washington Elite has broken that cycle by making almost every seat in Congress secure; in NZ we did not make that error (we made other ones, such as Mixed Member proportional vote, which allowed the greens — who are incapable of winning seats unless in hippie central — Coromandel– and gives small parties too much power). This young generation of progressives have now met defeat, and if they use this experience well, it will lead to them reforming.

And I pray, repenting and turning to Christ.

For if they progress down the same converged path, there is nothing but destruction.

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