Christie Blatchy Blatchford Misses John Wayne And Other Machismo–Plus Other Bonus Tracks

Poor Chrissie, down time from hanging around the Shafia trial and sounding “honour killing” dog whistles is proving not to suit her too much. Her latest column in the Nasty post proves as much. I guess during down time for Chrissie, she can only write so many autobiographical columns about being a bitter old shrew.  You see, boys ‘n’ girls,  in the world according to Chrissie Blatchford, her home town of Toronto,  is now too “sissy” .

The bull terrier [what? not a more 'macho' dog like a pitbull, doberman or rottweiler??] and I were on a long forced march on the toney part of Yonge Street, in Rosedale.

There were a couple of boys, maybe 10 years old, maybe 12, walking ahead of me. Coming towards them was another small knot of boys about the same age.

The two groups met, and immediately began hugging each another, one at a time. The trustees and ding-dongs at the Toronto District School Board would have been ecstatic; I was mortified and appalled.

Yes, I suppose Chrissie would’ve been more comforted to have seen them, oh,  I dunno, beating the evuh luvin’ crap out of each other? That, would, perhaps, reassure ol’ Chrissie of the order of things?

She also shows herself to share her disdain for Dalton McGuinty’s  anti-bullying programs and bills in support of gay-straight alliances in schools.  Yes, the more she writes, the more seems  to reveal herself as someone as being so miserable as to attempt to inflict this on others. Furthermore, she laments the fact that  ultimate fighting is also banned in Ontario and  seems to have a problem with the fact that “schools are all about peacemaking now”.   Why, how dare they!! Peace, harmony and tolerance taught in schools? We can’t have that!!

That’s quite true: In Toronto, actual education routinely takes a back seat to anti-bullying messages, gay-positive education, recognition assemblies and social justice

Uh, Chrissie, don’t you people on the right not like education of any kind? Social justice, anti-bullying messages and the like are part of a child’s education or they should be anyway.  Learning how to treat your fellow man should be one of  life’s more important lessons, should it not?  I contend that the items mentioned above that you hate so much are not putting ‘education’ on the backburner, but rather, are part of the child’s education.

She’s feeling bad for the Fordzilla brothers, Mayor Boss Hogg and Doughnut Dougy, needless to say. They’re just too manly for ‘sissified’ Toronto these days.

Chrissie, of course, rushes in with every bigot’s favourite knee jerk defense line of “some [insert target group here] are my best friends” type of crap.

Do not mistake this as a plea for head-banging in sport, a defence of bullies, or a veiled anti-gay message. I have no particular fondness for gratuitous roughness in games, no time for bullies at all, and as a downtowner, I live surrounded by gay men, who, like most women, I adore as a group.

Got a funny way of showin’ it, dear. Don’t worry, she continues to reveal her true colours as she just can’t help herself.

But holy smokes, I am wearying of the male as delicate creature. I am wearying of men who are so frequently in touch with their feminine side they, not to mention me, have lost sight of the masculine one. I’m just plain sick of hugs, giving and getting, from just about anyone, but particularly man-to-man hugs.

Uh oh! Does someone need a hug? Something tells me ol’ Chrissie hasn’t been hugged since, well,  Pierre Trudeau was PM, and even then.

And the novelty of being the toughest guy in the room – and by this I mean me – is getting really old.

Here, ol’ Chrissie reveals something else about her. She shows an anti-feminist side likened by other Nasty Post sob sister, Babs Kay. I’d be proud of being considered “the toughest guy” in the room. However, I think it’s quite obvious that  Chrissie  misinterprets the whole idea of “tough’ vs “sissy”.

Oh yeah, and Chrissie has a solution for bullying (emphasis mine).

I remain convinced that the best way to stop a bully is not to go mewling to the teacher, who will only call the victim’s mummy, or to your own mummy, who will only call the teacher. The best way is to take the bully out for a short pounding after school – and may I make it plain, please, that I don’t mean the victims should do this, but rather others. The onus for stopping bullies lies not with the people being bullied, but with those who see it happen.

“Others”. What “others”? Who are those mysterious “others?” Other children? Er, has the thought crossed her mind that perhaps other children are scared of the bullies as well?  So, we just have one continuous brawl, instead of trying to promote peace, harmony, tolerance of others and empathy?

Oh, and just like when Chrissie didn’t approve of the way Jack Layton died and had her own rules for dying and mourning, take heart, she also has rules of conduct for men and boys.

I know men have feelings too. I just don’t need to know much more than that. On any list of The 25 Things Every Man And Boy Should Know How To Do, hugging is not one of them. Killing bugs is. Whacking bullies is. Kissing is. Farting on cue is. Making the sound of a train in a tunnel is. Shooting a puck is. Hugging is not.

Got that, gentlemen?

Yanno, Chrissie, my first ex has all those  traits you’re looking for. Perhaps you should be introduced. He also has a propensity for spousal abuse. Does that turn you on?

Chrissie, unfortunately, is not alone these days. One Rob Bredin from Orangeville, Ontario wrote a letter to the editor of, you guessed it, the Nasty Post, is also dismayed by the so-called lack of John Wayne macho traits in young men these days and wasn’t afraid to share it. He felt that the young men of the Polytechnique were just too ‘emasculated’ to save 14 women from Marc Lepine, basically wondering why even one of them didn’t run to take a bullet for them.

What is not talked about is an important cultural change since the 1960s: The feminization of young men. That is why no male student was man enough to attempt to stop this murderous rampage on that horrible day in Montreal.

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Any one of the young men on hand that day at École Polytechnique should have attempted to stop Marc Lépine’s murderous rampage. But no male in the engineering class did, as in more modern times, this demanding and gender-biased motif has fallen into desuetude, usurped by a touchy-feely, unmanly, unchivalrous politically correct mush. That is the real shame of this massacre — and of our times.

Hoo-Ha!   Uh, Mr. Bredin? How? Stopped the bullets with their teeth?  Mr Rob Bredin of Orangeville, perhaps you should explain how you would’ve stopped Marc Lepine. Share every detail on how exactly you would’ve achieved this feat. Perhaps you should’ve included that in your letter to the editor.  Paging Chrissie, I think we’ve found a  suitor for you.

I wonder what Chrissie and Mr. Rob Bredin think of the boys ‘n’ girls of Sun TV News, aka Fox News North?

Brian Lilley’s chipmunk voice or recoiling from Mark Bonokoski’s lispy spittle or laughing at Michael Coren’s clutching of the pearls is pause enough. Whining and kvetching used to be viewed as effeminate; now it is considered a badge of manly honour on the right, especially at Fox News, north and south.

But it’s Krista Erickson‘s slightly legs apart stance, furrowed-brow, and angry gesticulations that define Sun News Network. She’s the resident school marm, brought in to keep her little fellows in line. There’s a definite lack of testosterone at the network but this token blonde woman is bringing it big time.

I wonder if Chrissie has gone up and called her colleague, Johnny Kay, a ‘mama’s boy’ to his face?

One thing that surprises me about the latest rants from these right wingnuts–the evolution of the roles of the sexes over time. Something tells me we haven’t heard the end of it.  Waiting for a joint effort from Babs and Johnny Kay who probably define the oedipal complex, or from Chrissie’s other Grope and Fail sob sister, Peggy Wente.