Greetings from sunny Dubai!!! Where the dunes are sandy, the airport is full of all sorts of useless overpriced shit, and the women are… well, y’know.

And that is about all of the chirpy cheeriness that I can summon for now- partly because I got off a 12-hour flight a couple of hours ago and didn’t sleep for ANY of it, which makes me far grumpier than usual, and mostly because Ifinished reading Moira Greyland’s stomach-churning account of her life growing up as the child of two child molesters.

I should warn you, my friends: what follows below is not much fun to read either. But someone has to say it. Sorry, not sorry.

This book has been getting a lot of attention from people like us in recent days, in large part because it confirms our worst fears about the sickness that festers deep at the heart of SF/F fandom. Anyone who has kept up with his reading in the genre will have noticed the trend that has taken place over the last three decades toward “message fiction”- which is to say, SF/F no longer pays much attention to plot, character, and world-building, and instead pays much more attention to trying to push right-on politically correct messages down our throats about how we should be more “tolerant” and “embrace diversity” and so on.

Meanwhile, anyone who has ever been to an SF/F fan convention can personally attest to the fact that its attendees have grown increasingly… well, weird. They are no longer just fans anymore; there is a certain creepiness about many of them that is hard to pin down, yet there are certain characters who stand out in one’s mind as readily as if they came dressed up like the Joker.

I finished reading Ms. Greyland’s book on the flight over. It was a deeply unsettling and unpleasant experience- this is the kind of book where you feel like your soul needs a shower after reading it. There were many occasions over the last few weeks when I was reading it where I simply had to stop, because I could not bear to read any more.

Given the utterly horrific nature of the abuse that is documented within the pages of this book, I cannot imagine what it was like for Ms. Greyland to write it, or for our Supreme Dark Lord (PBUH) to edit it. The experience must have drained them at the spiritual level; I know that reading it certainly did precisely that to me.

This book is horrifying, haunting, harrowing, and utterly disturbing. Within its pages, Ms. Greyland rips away the comfortable illusions that surrounded Marion Zimmer Bradley and Walter Breen and makes it very clear that these two members of the literati elite, these paragons of Berkeley intellectualism, these beacons of “alternative lifestyle” arrangements, were in fact absolute monsters.

Indeed, it is darkly ironic that I am sitting in Dubai writing this specific post, given that it is Arab and Muslim culture that is the source of some of the absolute worst examples of child abuse anywhere in the world these days.

Ms. Greyland’s purpose in writing this book was to speak up for those who cannot or will not speak for themselves. Thousands of men and women throughout the United States, and far, far too many throughout the world, were sexually abused and molested as children by their own parents. As Ms. Greyland points out repeatedly within this book, the trauma, shame, and psychological damage that this inflicts upon such people is unbearable- and it is the shame that stops most such victims from speaking out, for fear that they will not be believed, and because they feel such horror and self-loathing at what was done to them.

Reading through her work also reinforced my view that child abusers truly are the most evil monsters of all. Any grown adult who would molest an innocent child deserves neither understanding nor mercy- and the worst of these monsters are the parents who sexually assault their own children. There can be no “extenuating circumstances” for such people. There is no possible consideration of clemency.

Such shitbags deserve the worst and most cruelly painful deaths that can be inflicted upon them. I would gladly see such people impaled on stakes- without lubricant. Barring that, perhaps a nice slow death from crucifixion would do nicely. And for the really nasty cases, there is always the classic and wonderfully horrible choice of tying them to poles, dousing them in kerosene, and simply burning them alive.

Hell, I’d happily buy marshmallows for the attendees of a bonfire that executes parents who molest their own children.

The most interesting revelation of many within this book, though, concerns the gay community. It is here that Ms. Greyland really lets fly and deals in some hard-to-hear, but very necessary, straight talk with respect to the appalling rates of child abuse and molestation among same-sex couples with children.

Ms. Greyland notes that both from her personal experience and based on real-world studies into the subject, children growing up with two mothers suffer molestation and sexual abuse at rates up to 11 times higher than children with two heterosexual parents. And children growing up with two fathers suffer molestation at rates triple that of children with heterosexual parents.

These findings totally contradict the concerted effort on the part of the gay lobby over the past few decades to enforce the flatly absurd notion that gay parents are no worse at parenting than straight ones- and might in some ways be even better.

This idea is idiotic on its face. Anyone with sense enough to count to ten can see for himself that children in happy, stable, heterosexual family units with clearly defined gender roles between the mother and the father generally grow up to be happy, stable, productive adults. And children who grow up in broken homes, especially without a father, suffer terribly as a result.

These findings are on top of what we already know about another dark little secret about the homos: gays, whether male or female, abuse their partners at far higher rates than straight couples do. Domestic violence among lesbians, in particular, is rampant- which is a bit odd when one realises that, contrary to what internet porn would like you to believe, most lesbians are actually fat and ugly, and lesbian women actually tend to have sex at rates lower than that of their heterosexual sisters.

And then there is the really dark knockout punch in Ms. Greyland’s book.

This last concerns the way in which gays, particularly gay men, “groom” young children.

The description of the methods involved made me sick to my stomach. Simply reading what Ms. Greyland wrote made me feel like my soul had been dunked in sewage and could never be clean again. Yet what she writes must be read and understood, because it is of vital importance to us as defenders of Western civilisation.

As she points out, gay men will target young boys who have never had sexual experiences with women before. They will make them feel important and lavish them with adult attention- which, for young children, is incredibly fulfilling. They will shower them with gifts- and then, in very calculating fashion, invite those same boys to bed and eventually will either persuade or pressure them into sexual acts.

The psychological impacts upon young boys are utterly devastating. Those same boys are now victims of child abuse, and are either blackmailed or shamed into hiding the truth from their parents. They are abused by men that they trusted, and as a result have a very hard time forming meaningful romantic relationships with women.

Yet many gays, both male and female, eventually decide to leave homosexuality behind, because it makes no sense to them and because they were never gay to begin with. This is yet another dirty little secret that the gay community does not want you to know; they insist that homosexuality is natural and normal, when in reality, up until the late 1970s, it was classified as a psychological disease.

Everything in this book reinforces what common sense and simple observation tells us as Men of the West: homosexuality is not normal, it is not natural, and it is an abomination in the eyes of both Man and God.

I have no doubt that this is mortally offensive to many homosexuals- including our very own friend and ally, Darth Fabulous himself. I cannot say that I particularly care. I find homosexuality, especially the male kind, to be utterly disgusting and degenerate. That does not mean that I judge all gay men solely on the basis of who they sleep with and how they do it.

I do know where I stand concerning adults who abuse children, though, and it comes by way of a personal anecdote.

I was about a third of the way through the book when I attended a bat mitzvah the other day, for a young girl that I befriended during my trip to Israel back in 2014. She was, and is, an extraordinarily talented young lady, with prodigious artistic skills and amazing dance moves, who also happens to be an exceptionally good martial artist. And although she is herself a highly liberal young lady (unfortunately), being the product of two highly liberal and wealthy East Coast Jews. she stands up for what she believes in, she speaks her mind, and yet she is still the most adorable and wonderful little girl that you could possibly hope to meet.

I remember sitting there in that synagogue on a cold and frosty winter’s morning, listening to the holy scriptures being sung in Hebrew, in a place sanctified by the Lord and in reverence of His Law, and looking up at the stage and seeing my young friend.

I remember seeing her, happy and sweet and innocent up there on the stage, the very picture of a young woman involved in a solemn and weighty rite of passage that would mark her forever as one of the Lord’s chosen people.

I remember vividly the memory of carrying her up the side of Mt. Masada in my arms when she was just too tired to go any farther- for we had been climbing up the Snake Trail around the back of the ancient fortress at breakneck speed, and she was struggling to keep up.

It was on that day, bearing in mind what I had been reading throughout the days leading up to that event, that I swore, then and there, with the Lord as my witness, that if anyone ever touched a hair on that child’s head, if anyone ever molested her, I would personally hunt him down and exact bloody vengeance upon him with my bare hands.

If such a thing ever came to pass- and I pray to God that it shall never happen- I honestly do not know if I could stop myself from killing those responsible. And I am not sure that I would want to.

The gay community needs to understand and come to grips with the evil in its midst. This is not hyperbole, this is not hysteria, this is reality. There are real monsters hiding out there in plain sight, cloaked by the special privileges that a decaying and decadent society has now conferred upon sexual deviants and degenerates.

Gays have fought hard for years to shake the common reaction among the rest of us to conflate them with child abusers and molesters. Ms. Greyland’s work makes it perfectly clear that our fears are not only justified, they are if anything an under-reaction.

Until and unless the gay community makes an example of child abusers within its midst, the rest of us should continue to treat homosexuality precisely as it has been for most of human history: as a degenerate aberration, a mental disorder, and at its very worst a true scourge.