I’m interrupting the regularly scheduled post—I had hoped to squeeze in some reality this week and give us something to be cheerful about—to bring you another segment of Bill Nye perving Science. You heard me: perving.
Look, it matters not one whit, nor one bit of whit, that Nye’s idea of science is as corrupt and fallen as Harvard’s conception of truth. Proving his science wrong is as easy as winning a self-esteem trophy for attending the Berkeley Antifa Paraolympics.
What matters is that a large and growing segment of the population, credentialed far beyond their ability to think or reason, but believing themselves wise, think the rot Nye is pushing is science. Science to these realityophobes is just another battlefield in the culture wars. Whether the science is right or wrong is immaterial. What matters is only whether Science is said to be on the side of anti-reality.
One thing glaringly wrong I will mention, if only because our side is too quick to use the language of our enemies. There is no such thing as “conversion therapy”, but only because there are no such things as homosexuals. There are no such things as heterosexuals, either.
If we are defined by our sexual desires, which is to say, if our essence is that which we lust after, then there are (as pointed out last week) such creatures as necrophiliacs, woofies, refrigerator lovers, masturbators, blondies (those who desire only blondes), and on and on and on. If you say not, if you say “gays” are in some way different, the burden is on you to say how.
You will not meet this burden, because desire for any but the opposite sex is an absence of the proper essence of a man or woman. It is not the presence of some thing, like a strand of DNA (which we know anyway is false), but the lack of something that should be there.
Since there are no “gays”, then a “gay” cannot “convert” into a “straight”. (This is cheering: consider that some cultures want to and do kill gays, but if there aren’t any, there isn’t anybody to kill.) A man’s desires may change, and often do. The late Joseph Nicolosi knew this (more or less). He called for “reparative therapy”, which is orders of magnitude a better name than “conversion therapy.”
Nicolosi had great success with men restoring what was lost (but nobody bats a thousand). Read some of the tales from men who learned to retrieve what they had lost. The title of one story reveals volumes about our culture: “When I told my friends ‘I’m gay,’ I was a celebrity.” There’s even a story from a Catholic priest.
Well, you can dismiss these observations if you like, because they are death to the corrupt theory that Nye holds. Dismissing observations isn’t scientific, though; but it does make for good politics.
Anyway, back to Nye. Let your kids watch that science video, would you? It’s aimed at kids. A Vanilla cone learns to widen his sexual desires and embrace orgies? Just like you hope your child will do someday?