Dismantling Reality

September 11th, Activist Babies and Tethering

Last week my 12 year old MacBook died. I was in the throws of trying to factor in how to function without my own personal keyboard when miraculously good friends gave me a long term loan of an extra one they had till I am able to buy a new one. Thankful indeed!

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I was not expecting to write so much this summer, seeing that we are in ‘holiday mode’ - or I’d like to be but the crazy just never stops does it? Here’s some top stories that have come to my attention in the past couple of days….

1. Ex-SNP Equalities Officer Who Wanted to ‘Beat Up Terfs’ has been jailed for sexual and physical assaults.

Why is it always the ‘Equalities Officers’? Big chums with Nicola Sturgeon too. No doubt linked in with LGBT Youth Scotland. And service user at the Edinburgh Rape Crisis centre with the lying pile of a man - Mridul Wadhwa, who identifies as a woman despite being male and who lied about getting a position as the CEO of ECC. Who allows men to self identify into spaces with traumatised women. Who said women needed to be re-educated about their sexual trauma if had any problems with men accessing the space. Narcissist to the max. Allowed a sexual predator to self identify into a service housing vulnerable women. This is the problem though isn’t it? These laws are a predator’s paradise and not fit for purpose. Unless you are an abuser and sociopath.

Oh and the sexual predators portrait ACTUALLY hangs in the Scottish National Gallery like a hero. Even after allegations were made about him. If nothing else symbolises all that is wrong with the embrace of transactivism you are looking at it there. Here is an interview with the artist…so many questions….

2. A Motion to ‘disavow’ the Cass Review is being considered by members of the British Medical Association.

This just goes to show you how powerful the Gender Lobby is. Despite overwhelming evidence of harm medicalising kids in the name of an ideology is the activists continue. I understand they are a minority but we know it only takes one activist to create a storm. We must be vigilant. Turns out the current Head of Regulation, Education & Training at the BMA also worked as Head of Policy at Stonewall. It just gets murkier and murkier doesn’t it?

3. Jennifer Bilek and Skirt Go Spinny Released their film ‘Wrong Bodies: A Castration Cult’

This is an absolutely riveting film which gets to the foundation of the matter. We are not dealing with logical minds. The life-force of the Gender Borg feeds on a cult mentality. As parents and concerned citizenry our goal is to prime our children to not be captured. Which is no mean feat. Sociopaths and greedy for profit charlatans are using cult tactics to groom swathes of the population into their castration cult.

4. Rise in Testosterone Prescriptions for Females in Scotland Draws Concern from Physicians

Just as some activists in the BMA aim to trash Cass, other Doctors (who actually follow the Hippocratic oath) have come forward with some damning evidence about the rise in Testosterone prescriptions for young confused women. We know SOME of the horrific outcomes of messing with the healthy endocrine system but we certainly don’t know ALL and won’t for decades. What’s more these doctors clearly point out that this protocol largely goes beyond their capacity as physicians. Hopefully more start taking a stand.

5. Vale of Leven Markets an LGBT Youth Club to Autistic Kids

Abigail Shrier wrote a whole goddamn book ‘Irreversible Damage’ on the social contagion amongst autistic girls identifying as boys. So riddle me this? Why does a club that is there to ‘engage with young people who are isolated and don’t feel comfortable attending mainstream groups’ have to be LGBT+ - why not just an art club, or a film club, or a science club? I mean any club really. It seems (and linked to film ‘Wrong Bodies’ that this is an indoctrination camp being funded by our tax monies. I have written them a letter. I await their response….. It’s one of many….

6. Glasgow Museum of Modern Art Offers to Make Your Bigoted Babies Empathetic in their drop in Art Sessions

Because clearly your child needs some yahoo out of five minutes of DEI training from Glasgow museum to give them a lesson in kindness. ‘Join us for a morning filled with creativity and connection as we launch our new resources for families in our Create Space. Co-designed with the young people part of Our Shared Cultural Heritage, these resources creatively engage with artworks in the exhibition "Domestic Bliss" and the colonial history of our building to introduce families to anti-racism and decoloniality.” Where to begin with that? Using all the rascal buzzwords OF COURSE ‘creativity and connection blah blah blah’ (subtext: whilst we outline what a racist a-hole your five year is). Cannot they just DO ART. FFS. I am writing a letter. Stay tuned.

7. Scotland Adopts the UNCRC (United Nations Rights of the Child)

This is another seemingly ‘rosy’ endeavour from Scot Gov which is not. It’s an expensive waste of time and limited resources at best (another quango a-go-go). I am going to do a longer post on this in coming weeks but suffice it to say that a ‘rights’ based approach is seeding itself into everything - EVERYTHING. We’ve seen it to justify teaching children highly sexualised RSHP, we’ve seen it in regards to the trans issue. What’s more I thought Scotland wanted to be independent why are we taking direction from an international governing body?

8. Quango A Go Go. The American FDA Just Removed Informed Consent Being a Requirement for Medical Research.

I often speak about good laws being robust enough to withstand the most notorious abuses at the edges. We have seen first hand with the trans issue how predators are able to take advantage of the very generous loophole of self id. I have also written about how quangos are taking over public life (and the public purse) to satisfy their own ends with no democratic oversight or regulation. This development is most worrisome as given the already dubious practices inherent in the medical industrial complex a very important protection for the ordinary citizen has been removed. What this means bigger picture? Time will tell. But it won’t be for the wider benefit of humanity, of that I am fairly certain.

And the list goes on and on. Honestly I am just dealing with one thing and then another ten pile onto my desk. I am not even going to talk about American politics. Which clearly is also BONKERS. (except this one thing new VP Republican JD Vance’s backstory is EXTRAORDINARY regardless of where you stand on the political fence, I for one await (with popcorn) his debate with Kamala Harris who, shall we say, is not the sharpest knife in the drawer…)

I was saying to my pal if I was to write a fiction story (and I might) wherein there was a long term aim, let’s say by China or some other foreign power, interested in dominating ‘the West’ to ‘take over’ we have all the bones of the narrative right here. We are distracted from ‘real things’ as our education is making us dumb, our bodies are becoming unhealthy via our inadequate ‘health care’ systems, poor diet and lack of physical activity, we have a castration cult indoctrinating teachers and medical professionals who are damaging our children with virtuous intent —-not to MENTION making a whole cohort of our own citizens infertile, and we show more interest in what is happening to children in foreign countries then our own AND encourage unrestricted migration because ‘everyone is welcome’. To my mind this leaves us ripe for a ‘takeover’.

Accident or design who knows - it does make me wonder how society will function when the very fabric, the very foundations which allow us to thrive are being taken over, undermined and assaulted.

But back to my tech issues- I was contemplating how to function sans computer and recalling ‘things before’. (and the Amish incidentally who manage to function without electricity let alone a gadgets….). So let’s have a nice roll back to nicer sweeter days….

In my early days of ‘blogging’ back in 2001 I travelled to Prague on what I termed my ‘Butterfly Tour’. (note previous reference to me being a bit of a ‘free spirit’ is probably accurate in hindsight). I was very taken by the idea of the Butterfly effect and the idea that the flap of a Butterfly’s Wing could effect worldwide change. I thought ‘I can be that Butterfly’. (youth!)

It was just after September 11th and the world felt strange. I was in Pennsylvania on that day - in what I felt was the epicentre of the whole story. New York to the north with the twin towers, Washington DC with the crash into the Pentagon and the crash in the Pennsylvania field just to the West. I felt the air change on that day as people ‘collapsed in’.

Here’s something else a bit ‘interesting’ - I started making art in a kind of ‘free flow’ that summer wherein I would rip up bits of paper and collage them not really paying attention much or having a set idea about what it would look like. (I was not normally a making visual art kind of person so it was interesting on that level to). This particular piece is about 4 feet high. I made it in July/August 2001. It’s pretty wild. There are two planes heading towards a building. In the same period I also faced an incredible period of fitful sleeps and epic dreams. I used to wake up and just write them down because they were so crazy. In July 2001 I dreamt I was floating above buildings in New York and in my head I thought ‘a lot of people are going to die there’. Strange but true. Also the boy at the top of the picture looks remarkably like my son, who was born in 2012. I don’t know what it all means. I don’t have dreams like that anymore. Nor art. This is available for purchase incidentally. If interested. I have three pieces of this genre.

I was working on an experimental film called ‘Wireless’ with filmmakers David Comdico and James Lafferty. The premise of the film was inspired by the advent of mobile phones. Both the filmmakers and myself were interested in the idea of society becoming untethered to physical reality through technology. We set up ‘film moments’ which had me conversing into a mobile phone in numerous public spaces- although the narrative was linked through my monologue into the phone.

Keeping in mind how new mobile phones were and people having ‘private’ conversations in public spaces was seen as ‘odd’. When handsfree first came in I often thought the person was speaking to themself. One time I was in Central Station Glasgow and saw a man dressed up like Jesus (with a big crucifix) sitting on one side of a bench. On the other side a guy (with his back to him) leaning over speaking in what appeared to be deep reflection, I thought he was offloading to JC. Turns out was handsfree on his mobile. Poetic nonetheless.

Wireless 2001, Reading Terminal Market, Philadelphia

The work was partly inspired by Brazilian theatre maker Augusto Boal’s ‘Invisible Theatre’. Invisible Theatre ‘is a form of theatrical performance that is enacted in a place where people would not normally expect to see one, for example in a street or shopping centre. Performers disguise the fact that it is a performance from those who observe and may choose to participate in it, thus leading spectators to view it as a real, unstated event’. Except we didn’t impose on passers by so much as he would have in his methodology. We were more interested in capturing the sleepwalking than shifting it.

Nowadays this project wouldn’t work, as the incidence of filming with phones is so widespread the impact would be lost.

In any case the physical and psychological space before and after of September 11th was striking. I literally saw/felt people’s trust drain from them. Their disconnect from their fellow humans who one day to the next as they looked at each other with a side eye amplified.

I returned to Glasgow that spring and was still feeling the impact of the before and after. I felt drawn to do something about it and for some reason Prague was it. I wanted to prove to myself (and others) that the world still had goodness. I had enormous trust and enormous luck and (probably) enormous naivete as I boarded my £12 Ryan Air flight to Prague from Prestwick airport in Scotland with £50 in my pocket and my back pack.

Back then there were no smart phones. I found my way by asking people and instinct. I discovered a hostel run by a group of Ethiopian men who had landed in the Czechoslovakia on university exchange during the Communist era. That was to be my home for two months as I camped out ‘finding art’ and ‘connection’.

On my wanders I came upon second hand clothing shops. I also discovered a markets that sold beautiful crystal beads (at that time I didn’t know that Prague was known for such things with crystal production dating back 2000 years). The juxtaposition of the textiles and the beads led me to decide to hand bead a costume. It was my first attempt at such things but it felt right so I did.

For six weeks without fail, every day I would sit in cafes in the squares of Prague in the shadow of the Charles River, the fairytale architecture framing me as I sewed for hours on end.

The glint of the beads in the summer sun, the beauty of the reams of fabric interrupted but didn’t disturb the eye of what was expected by the copious tourists with their rough guide notations of ‘what to photograph’. I was familiar to them with the trappings of craft (for every culture) but out of place. This juxtaposition of something so familiar and accessible matched with it being ‘odd’ led hundreds of people to stop and talk to me. I am certain every corner of the globe was represented in those interactions. We’d discuss everything and anything under that Bohemian sun as I stitched my single cm beads mindfully onto the garment.

It was in hindsight a beautiful and poetic act. Days turned to weeks turned to nearly 2 months and finally the costume was finished. I decided what was needed was a ‘dancing dream’. Not so much being on stage but something one would catch out of the corner of their eye ‘was it a ghost?’, ‘was it my imagination?’ and therefore bring heightened awareness to the waking moment. And in that create an imprint, a memory of a particular time.

Of course in 2001 I did not have a computer, let alone a laptop. My ramblings would be charted in journals (I still have) which I would then translated into the newly formed spaces of blog posts. I have distinct memories of those internet cafes as I listened for the ring of the dial up connection and the intermittent fuzz as a connection was made. Each moment cost and so my time had to be efficient. But even so the spaces were social in the physical realm as people from all over the world would gather and exchange stories.

Of course it was romantic too. How could it not in that location? I received three marriage proposals in my months of artistic touring. An Italian cello playing Count, a professional footballer from Nigeria playing for the Czech team and a Swiss banker who was renovating a Spanish castle. It was otherworldly. Those, however, are stories for another day…

I reflected on that last week as my work largely is behind a device now, not in the physical space. Gone are my days of performance and art making (and romance!). I have some nostalgia for that time, but with every project I did- I recognised the ending point. The costume was finished. Winter came. New opportunities. And life moved on. But the deep irony is the problem hasn’t. We seem more untethered than ever before. The question is, what do we need to create now to re-seed and nurture basic humanity?

I do wonder how society is going to function moving forward. Whilst technology has opened up many doors, I also think it has stunted us. And I think that mediation of our lives is not just evident in the tech we use but in the legislation that is being passed. Big government and experts seeks to mediate every area of our lives, this does not make us stronger, more inclusive or better humans as they purport to. One does not legislate behaviour to good ends. History tells us that via China’s Red Guards, Stalin’s Russia and Nazi Germany. Yet the social engineering continues. And we get more fractured, not less.

No where is that more obvious than in the United Nations Rights of the Child (UNCRC). I am not going to get into the weeds of the legislation in this post. What I want to do is demonstrate where it goes wrong through one of its (very well funded) projects.

Last week it was brought to my attention that Creative Scotland is funding another useless ‘project’. This one comes care of Starcatchers “Scotland’s Arts and Early Years organisation. We create performances and creative experiences for babies and children from birth to 5 years and the adults who care for them.”

This training session purports to teach how to ‘involve babies in the decision making process’. This is one of the many initiatives I expect to see in the next year as a result of Scotland having embedded the UNCRC (United Nations Rights of the Child). The UNCRC further promotes a ‘rights based’ approach in everything from education to arts.

In addition to the UNCRC being legally useless (a post for another day but suffice it to say it is another expensive initiative from Scottish government that has generated a lot of jobs for the luxury class and confers very little to no meaningful change on the ground except for it’s propaganda purposes) this kind of work in the arts sector further detracts from the core purpose of well… arts.

At best some ‘expert’ is going to parrot something that Grannies have been doing better for millions of years. The arts are struggling for funding one has to wonder if the adoption of all these new initiatives has more to do with them finding ways to keep themselves afloat than doing what they intended. It worries me that the more funding dictates their projects what else could be funded? One only has to look as far as Charlotte Gills Woke Waste to get a sense of that. What is being normalised is art and education as propaganda.

But it doesn’t get much more Brave New World then this.

This project of ‘UNCRC Infant Voice’ is another example of supplanting the role of the family from infancy. One of the major criticisms of the ‘rights’ agenda is that ironically it doesn’t *actually* recognise childhood. And with no specific reference point to that, it also doesn’t recognise the vulnerabilities and unique capacity of children. (note: stop saying ‘young people’ this obfuscates that we are talking about children, like the Scientologists it is reframing children as adults just in smaller bodies).

Parents are being trained to see their children not as their charges to protect and nurture but as individuals with rights to be conferred, upon whom they must seek consent. Of course developmentally children cannot consent, and they developmentally will follow the lead of the adults in charge of them. This is reworking of society. For millions of years parents have parented intuitively and successfully raising the next generation of society which has brought us to this point. Whilst there may be ‘bad parents’ there are already laws in place which can be implemented to protect the minority of children in need. I would say that system is far from perfect and is much more in need of attention then a wide spread implementation of a ‘Rights’ agenda onto a cohort who are doing just fine.

But ultimately all these quangos will fail in their aims, and probably have a lot of casualties in the process. They will fail because whilst Scotland may try to implement ‘the perfect society' via legislation, when wee Susie goes into the real world which has not been curated for her, the bigger world which does not care about her feelings, or her disorders or her identity, who might need her to function for survival what then? Well Susie will need to figure it out as countless generations before.

So what next? Part of me longs to return to the streets of Prague and the easy lazy hazy wonderful days of ‘making stuff’ and just getting on with things. And perhaps there is wisdom in that. We must continue to find ways to find humanity in the cracks of our existence weaving our stories and relationships as suits us in the physical living and breathing moments. We must counter the madness with our own superb, mythical and human narrative.

Elderly Lady Threading a Needle-Frederick Brueton

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