Australia political philosopher Ken Minogue came up with a phrase “St George in retirement syndrome” in his book “The Liberal mind” he identified a certain type of person who wants to still “man the barricades” despite the face that the battles have already been fought and won!! To paraphrase some of Douglas Murray in his latest book he say "they are still so keen on the revolutionary attitude that instead of enjoying the fruits of the legacy of the true heroes they’d rather be in an audition after the fact to be centre in the melee which is now not needed"
How they wish they matched with Martin Luther king onto Washington, how they wish they were in Stonewall inn, or protesting with the suffragettes, Scottish Nationalist wishing they fought with Robert the Bruce of the fields of Bannockburn (some even paint they faces blue and shout out "freedom" on marches as if they are still repressed by a King Edward of England (and take their motivation from a historically inaccurate movie from an Australia actor/director)
Despite there being no more dragons to slay (as least here in the UK) they start swiping their swords at lesser beasts then at thin air. Things have never been better here but still they screech and shout like harpies and it’s not for minorities to be treated equal, that battle has been won at least here, but they fight now for minorities to be treated greater!!
We hear of woman only clubs whereas a similar club which advertises itself as “Men only” would soon be shouted out!!, LGBT(Q) marches where some are dressed in gimp outfits (PRIDE) but if a heterosexual person was to match down the street wearing an attire that should be only used in private behind closed doors they would be arrested!! Woman shout out sexual harassment in the office, which I agree is not acceptable but there should be degrees to this ... unless they agree certain make-up should not be worn in an office after all if it is to stimulate .... is it not true that the underlying fact is that red lipstick and rouge is to imitate sexual arousal.
Books then movies based on such books which have rape fantasies are bestsellers and hits at the cinema, Christian Grey anyone? Woman discuss and read this in the workplace !!
Equality should mean equality but the scales of balance are stating to dip down too much on one side and St George syndrome is becoming epidemic. The dragons are extinct here in the UK and the wee besties left are being ridiculed to death by normal logical people who thanks to the true stances in the past, will die out with their antiquated thoughts ... the battles have been fought and won, if you missed the boat then be thankful that you can still ride the wave and relax without the persecution others had to endure, don’t start attacking windmills like a senile Don Quixote, virtue signalling is a shameful sight.. the barricades and glass ceiling have been broken and any that could possibly be left will soon be destroyed by the momentum of past victories.
I would like to post the following wee "Morality Tale" which I read by a "Sarah's Joking"
"St George the Dragon Slayer was relaxing at home. He’d earned it — he killed the dragon and saved the people. He was a hero now, i
mmortalized forever in the villagers’ songs and fire-place tales of his brave deeds and valour. His village had seen nothing but
prosperity without fear — and it was all thanks to him. What a legacy!
St George turns on the fancy new “wireless” — a gift bestowed upon him by some grateful villager some years back — and takes
his position in his favourite armchair. His feet up on his fancy new ottoman, carefully, not to spill his ale all over his armoured suit.
He only just collected it from the town dry-cleaner, after-all.
Staring out the window into a cobalt sky, he reclines his chair just a little more and sips from his cup. His gaze follows
a lazy cloud forming in his peripheral. Totally at ease is he.
But something grips him.
A chill creeps over and climbs into his armour. He finds himself suddenly awash in a
wave of cold sweat — Something was terribly wrong!
Launching himself from his easy-chair, St George throws himself at the
window — could it really be? Are his eyes bewitching him?
A dragon!
There are lots of dragons outside! Lots of tiny, little dragons!
St George gasped — the villagers need his heroism once more!
Before stumbling frantically out the door, St George tears away his lance from the wall where it had been mounted years earlier.
How he had longed to feel its power again, and he gripped it tightly in his hands before
marching towards duty — he had lots of little dragons to slay!
St George returns home that night, exhausted but successful — all of the much, much smaller dragons were dead.
All of them. And once again, it was all thanks to him. He resumed his place in his easy-chair,
another luxurious gift bestowed upon him by the thankful villagers.
St George the Dragon Slayer was attending a dinner party put on by his friends in honour of his
SECOND inspiring feat — the slaying of all the littler dragons. There were toasts and songs,
speeches and art all dedicated to his bravery. St George was pleased and humbled by his friends.
But then he felt it again — the uneasy feeling he had felt only a few days before…dragons!
There are MORE dragons to slay!
Ya what? Asked Beowulf But you killed them all, Georgie — they’re all dead mate…
Something only a DRAGON would say! Of COURSE! How could he have been so blind?!
St George grabbed a kebab skewer and drove it through the eye of the dragon and he was killed.
Everybody was screaming and trying to flee — but it made no difference. St George the Dragon Slayer caught
every one. He didn’t stop his butchery until he was sure that all the dragons at the dinner party were dead.
He decapitated them and place their heads upon the walls of the house outside as a warning: Here be dragons."
