Mad As Hell? “Dutton Witch Project” Misses The Point

FABRICATED OUTRAGE against “sexism” harms not just the interests of women, but the inclination of decent folk to care for increasingly confected “outrages” at all; the so-called “Dutton Witch Project” wilfully inflames, for partisan political gain, a stoush between a government minister and a journalist that had been resolved. Led by serial left wing troublemaker Van Badham, the “Dutton Witch Project” should be burnt at the stake.

Here’s a tip: had the political figure at the epicentre of an inadvertent text message sent in error to a journalist, describing the recipient as a “mad fucking witch” been from the ALP or the Communist Party Greens, the outrage pedlars currently being marshalled by habitual socialist agitator Vanessa Badham would be silent, their powder safely kept in dry storage for use against some hapless future conservative target.

We know this because through a range of incidents over the past few years — from Kevin Rudd being thrown out of a girlie bar in New York for “inappropriate behaviour” to disgraced union leader and ALP MP Craig Thomson being revealed as a repeat client of prostitutes at the unions’ expense, and from Rudd (again) abusing a stewardess on a RAAF aeroplane to even disgraced LNP traitor-turned-ALP saviour as Speaker likening female genitalia to mussel meat and describing them as “salty c*nts in brine” — the predictable rent-a-crowd now baying for the resignation of Immigration minister Peter Dutton remained, in public at least, resolutely silent.

In Slipper’s case, the colourful communiques in question were even twisted into a pretext for former Prime Minister Julia Gillard to launch a ridiculous and intellectually disgraceful attack on then-opposition leader Tony Abbott (coincidentally, another political target of the handbag outrage brigade) in a “misogyny” speech neither Badham nor any of her cronies have ever bothered themselves with the facts behind: Slipper had been unmasked as a filthy and (actual) misogynistic grub on anyone’s measure, but because he’d done the dirty work of the Left by deserting the LNP on the floor of a Parliament balanced on a knife-edge, his misdemeanours were ignored in the name of pursuing a target that actually posed a real political threat to it.

So first things first: nobody baying for Dutton’s blood is interested in any other “principle” than indulging an anti-Liberal Party obsession. A scan of Badham’s Twitter feed (no, Vanessa, blocking people who call you out over the rubbish you post doesn’t mean they can’t see it) quickly reveals an almost pathological hatred of Australia’s conservative parties.

The Fairfax press (who else?) is carrying the story of the Badham-led “Mad Fucking Witches” protest against Dutton, which is aimed squarely and unapologetically at forcing his resignation or dismissal from the Turnbull Cabinet; not content that his apology for calling veteran journalist Samantha Maiden a “mad fucking witch” in an SMS text message intended for a colleague was inadvertently sent to Maiden herself had been accepted, these finger shakers have arrogated to themselves the dangerous status of social and moral arbiters of what is acceptable and what is not.

And frankly, I think the silent majority in this country have just about had a gutful of being told what they are allowed to think, and say, and do.

Maiden — who, in accepting Dutton’s apology, noted she and Dutton had had a good working relationship over a long period, and who opined that Dutton was a “good minister” who did not deserve to be relegated to the backbench for his mistake — has declined to push the issue beyond finalising it with Dutton directly; the word around the traps is that she wasn’t offended at all, and chose to simply brush the barb aside.

But this is of no consequence to an interfering bunch of hardcore socialists spotting grimy opportunity they might clothe as “principle” if it provides a pretext on which to inflict some collateral damage on their enemy, which in this case — well beyond the hopeless Dutton — is the entity they fear might thwart their Utopian mission to create a socialist Nirvana through bellicosity and dictates, if it holds good to its promise to be “truly liberal:” Malcolm Turnbull’s government.

It mandates two messages to Badham and her band of would-be fellow travellers.

Grow a brain, girls. And grow up.

We already know they’re not “mad about misogyny,” as they claim; the incidents I’ve already mentioned alone proves that. They are consumed by feigned outrage, yes, but mad as they may be, they are not “mad about misogyny.”

There is no apparent sense of irony exhibited — in the wake of their silence over Messrs Rudd, Thomson, Rudd (again) and Slipper — by Badham and her mates in calling themselves “Mad Fucking Witches;” after all, if being a “Mad Fucking Witch” was so heinous when the moniker was applied to Maiden, why emulate it? And after all, when Abbott dared simply to be photographed near a sign that read “Ditch the Witch,” the reaction (including from Badham) registered on the Richter scale.

But this is one of the problems with the Left: its acolytes are so clever they often outsmart even themselves.

Was Dutton’s choice of phrase in good taste? Of course not. Was it a sacking offence? No. And was it “misogynistic” or “sexist?” Most certainly not.

It doesn’t make it right, but Dutton’s text message was intended as a private communication with fellow MP Jamie Briggs, himself forced from the ministry just this week over revelations of alleged indecent conduct. It could be that the connection with Briggs and the consequent opportunity to try to maximise the damage to the government is of more importance to Badham and her cronies than “misogyny.”

But when the communique was discovered, it was appropriately dealt with. If Maiden deems it to be so, Badham has neither the ethical nor moral right to exploit the matter as a battering ram for political ends.

One thing that amazes me is that a lot of these feminazi types — who blather endlessly about “sexism” and “misogyny,” casting themselves as repressed and oppressed by men and by society when clearly they are neither — is that they are free to call men “arseholes” or “bastards” or just about anything else you care to imagine. But if a man tells a woman (as Dutton once did) to “get on (your) broomstick” or makes a reference to witches along the lines he has in this case, Heaven help him when seas boil and skies fall, raining down upon his head the very ravages and fires of Hell itself: under the careful stewardship, of course, of cretinous dolts of Badham’s dubious calibre.

(I realise I just made a satanic reference to Van Badham. Now, presumably, I’m God-only-knows-what too).

And the intervention by “feminist author and commentator” Jane Caro, which Fairfax has helpfully reproduced, that “mad fucking idiot” would be appropriate in the place of “mad fucking witch” doesn’t cut any ice. It’s semantic hair-splitting. Had Dutton suggested Maiden was a “mad fucking idiot,” you can bet your last tenner that Badham and her cohorts would be out and about this week, doing exactly as they have been: subtly adjusted, of course, for the absence of any allusion to witches.

In fact, just about the only positive thing to be said about the “Dutton Witch Project” is the level of creativity, judged against what would pass as a creditable attempt at drama by primary school children, that has been shown in the costumes and some of the props Badham actually bothered to assemble for her silly stunt. Then again, for someone whose (presumably self-authored) Wikipedia page regales readers with the story of a Nativity Play she wrote as an eight-year-old, featuring Mary and Joseph being evicted from a pub, perhaps the sheer immaturity of the “Dutton Witch Project” should surprise no-one.

The belligerence of the PC set over relatively insignificant matters like the Dutton text message to Maiden is, I think, resonating with the Australian public in ways Badham would least desire; people are fed up with having their thoughts and speech legislated, and I’m not talking about those who couldn’t be categorised in any other way but as racists, rednecks, bigots, and hicks.

No, when it gets to the point — as it apparently has — when you have to think through just about every sentence before you say it, to ensure it complies with a whole stack of laws (or PC contrivances that are being demanded), this country has a real problem. Most good, fair and decent people wouldn’t crucify Dutton over that text message any more than they would overlook the antics of Messrs Rudd, Thomson, Rudd (again) or Slipper.

If Turnbull holds good to his promise to run a “truly liberal” government — with the consequent lifting of curbs and regulations on free speech such a regime would initiate — then Badham must live in dread of what it would mean to be Australian in those circumstances.

The smarter thing for her to do, of course, would have been to focus on Dutton’s poor performance as Health minister in the Abbott government, and question what — aside from surfing in the wake of Scott Morrison’s successes as Immigration minister — he brings to the cabinet table now. But that type of cogent, structured argument eludes the practitioners of malignant but completely puerile political debate, and in any case, it’s too late now.

And readers of all stripes might like to ponder this, too: Badham and her band of thought Police are investing time, money and effort into their “Dutton Witch Project,” which has attracted vast amounts of publicity and airtime, not least from the usual suspects at the ABC and the Fairfax press.

It’s all in the name of women’s interests, they say. It’s about the fight against misogyny and sexism, they say.

Presumably, it is also about the fair and decent treatment of women, too.

Which makes it all the more curious that with rampaging packs of asylum seekers in Germany — many believed to be Muslims — going on sexual assault and rape sprees against teenage girls and young women this week, Badham and her ilk have been silent, just like they were in relation to Messrs Rudd, Thomson, Rudd (again) and Slipper.

To be sure, this terrible trio are angels compared to the filthy animals in Germany, but this is beside the point. The only thing I could see in Badham’s Twitter feed in the past week concerning Germany (and I’m happy to be corrected) was a retweet of this article from the New York Times about ride-sharing company über closing its offices in Frankfurt. Her latest piece in her regular column in The Guardian (boasting, like a school girl, that she “dressed up” as a witch) — published after news of the sexual rampage of the asylum seekers in Germany broke — failed to mention it too. It was all about Dutton.

It begs the question: why? Why not speak up for the violated and brutalised women in Germany? Where is the outrage against the sexual abuse and pack rape of these women? These people claim to be truly international in their determination to fight for the rights of women. Why the silence?

If these girls are as “mad as hell” about grievances committed against women, why aren’t they saturating the airwaves with their fury over what has transpired in Germany?

The obvious conclusion is that to utter a syllable of condemnation is to also condemn the model of huge numbers of asylum seekers, released into communities while waiting for their claims to asylum to be processed; this is the model Badham, and others like her, have argued exhaustively over many years to be adopted in Australia. To condemn the repercussions in Germany, which has foolishly and inadvisedly begun to accept hundreds of thousands of such people and on such terms, is to repudiate everything they have “fought” for.

In other words, asylum seekers behaving like plagues of vermin rank higher, on this morally bankrupt scale, than the lot of the very women whose lot the likes of Badham purport to be obsessed with. The asylum seekers aren’t going to vote Liberal. It’s quite safe to ignore them and focus instead on an irrelevance like Dutton.

And that, very neatly, brings up the total hypocrisy of the farce played out this week outside Dutton’s electorate office, and explodes the myth of any genuine campaign in favour of women’s issues at all.

For in the end, Van Badham, her “Dutton Witch Project,” and the orgy of melodramatic twaddle and arrant nonsense that has been whipped up over what in the big scheme of things is a triviality, should be burnt at the stake.

Metaphorically speaking, of course.