Imagine you have cancer.
I don’t have to imagine it because I had it last year.
And you had a choice of two oncologists: one who told you to fucking grow up and face reality, and threw up on the operating table, gutted you, and then poisoned you with chemo as they warned you of the ugly consequences of being a wuss. They made you hurt, have your hair fall out and your fingers go numb as they showed you every ugly tumour in your body, and made you feel like shit as they put a PICC line in your arm, and made you drag around the poison that made you hate living as they put a cramp on your free time.
The other one was nice to you. They shielded you from unkind words and didn’t make you feel sick. No gutting, no poisoning. No having to go to scary places or see scary pictures of your innards. No treatment at all!
Which one is the morally superior physician?
It ain’t the one fellating your worthless ego, asshole.
To shield the patient causes irreparable harm.
What feels good isn’t what is good.
But that never stopped the Toronto Star from virtue-signalling and trying to protect people who neither need protecting nor deserve it. This column take the cake:
In the wake of the resignation of Gerald Butts from his post as principle secretary in the office of the prime minister last Monday, a CTV reporter and photographer attempted to conduct and film a clearly unwelcome interview with his spouse, Jodi Butts, on the doorstep of her home.
The exchange was painfully uncomfortable to watch.
The reporter ignored any and all respectful social cues as Jodi Butts sternly, and somehow still politely, requested privacy out of concern for the safety of her children — a response that was remarkably patient and graceful considering the circumstances.
This is garbage logic and what propagandists bank on. Don’t pretend you are compassionate or moral. You’re just a tool.
If I did something sketchy and I, like a coward, don’t want to be forced to face the public, I can throw someone from my family at the front door, and then we can have pseudo-journalists feel “uncomfortable” with the exchange.
That is an old ruse, and if you were a genuine news-gatherer, you’d know it.
What a great excuse not to do a job.
Yes, it is. It is uncomfortable and intrusive. And rude as hell. That is the reason it has to be done. What the middle class who have secrets of their own screech and babble on Twitter is unimportant. If we used their logic, cancer would be treated by ignoring it because surgery, chemotherapy, and radiation are uncomfortable.
Of course the family will kvetch about “privacy.” They don’t want to be accountable; so they use a misdirection of morality to do it.
And Gerald Butts had no problem being in the public eye, particularly chest-thumping on Twitter.
Who said there is a “right to privacy”, especially if the government was playing in the sewer with a corrupt company?
When it came to pushing a questionable agenda, Butts had no problem strutting on the Troll Scroll, but when it came to him being called on the carpet for what went down, let’s get the wife to take the hits as she begs for “privacy.”
That nice house and lifestyle came with the public life and aiding and abetting a regime.
And taxpayer money funded that lifestyle. There is no privacy whatsoever. That’s the price you pay.
You are to be held accountable as you make yourself transparent.
People can try to build fortresses, but reality doesn’t care. You can say the family didn’t ask for the glare, but I didn’t ask for ovarian cancer, either. It was imposed on me, and I didn’t even know what hit me.
I had to deal with it, and I did.
She’s a big girl. She can say she is not in a position to answer the questions, but give her husband’s whereabouts — because he is a big boy who has to answer to the people.
And the sooner, the better.
The Toronto Star is a decrepit rag. Shame on them for trying to protect the federal regime yet again...