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New figures demonstrate British people are far less likely to donate cash to charity than they once were. No wonder. I don’t know about you, but my idea of a charitable enterprise would be giving food to the starving or shelter to the homeless, not painting colored nails on firemen to make them feel more like firewomen. Yet at the end of March the U.K.’s Nottinghamshire Fire and Rescue Service (NFRS) defended getting its crews to engage in just such a “powerful gesture” in support of an outfit called Hard As Nails (HAN), in the name of “opening up conversations about allyship and, ultimately, men supporting women.”

NFRS justified themselves by saying they were “proud and passionate about making people safer right across the county,” but that this goal “does look different now to how it did many years ago.” Yes indeed. In the past, fire brigades “making people safer” was all about putting out fires and rescuing drowning pensioners from lakes. Now it’s all about making “some of the bravest men we’ve got in our society” resemble homos to provide “a nice antidote” to all the “toxic masculinity” and transphobia floating around the land. If NFRS staff really wanted to make themselves look queer-friendly, they should have just painted their thumbs brown.

Nail in the Conniff
What is Hard As Nails? Its website describes it as “A community of men boldly pledging to paint their nails…[in order to] expand the conversation about masculinity and men’s mental health.” So, a load of total shit, then.

The organization’s risible aim is to create an annual “man-icure” event whereby men paint their nails bright, glittery shades like little girls, thus sparking a “measurable cultural shift” in terms of somehow lending males “increased empathy” and “greater openness.” By “stepping outside the Man Box,” individuals with testicles will be liberated to abandon stereotypical forms of noxious male behavior like having plain nails, beating their wives, raping random strangers, and throwing acid at nuns.

HAN’s founder is a British sort-of-man named Sam Conniff, who describes himself online as an “UNCERTAINTY EXPERT/KEYNOTE SPEAKER/MASTERCLASS FACILITATOR/AUTHOR/PIRATE.” I think he left off the word “IDIOT” there. The founder of his own PR agency, Conniff is also author of the 2018 book Be More Pirate, which encourages readers to think outside of the rules that normally govern Western society—here, for example, for men to be less masculine.

Trouble is, encouraging men to be less masculine is actually now rather socially de rigueur; if he really wanted men to begin breaking contemporary social gender mores, he’d be encouraging them to start acting like O.J. Simpson or Jack the Ripper. Or, indeed, like an actual pirate.

Pretty Pointless in Pink
HAN began when Conniff escorted his teenybopper daughter to a concert by Harry Styles, an effeminate, floppy-haired popular singer who also enjoys painting his nails. Beforehand, the proud father took his offspring to get her nails done like Harry as a birthday treat, getting his own painted too as a joke.

But once the gig was over, Sam the Non-Man’s pink neon nail gloss did not wash off, leading to all kinds of fascinating conversations with “other cis males” who noticed the fact, such as “the Managing Director of a global investment bank,” all of which deeply self-improving dialogues inevitably “in some way or other moved towards [the issue of] allyship” with genderqueers and feminists about important subjects like pronouns and tackling violence against women. As Conniff rhymed, like a true sloganeering PR guru, “Curiosity about better nails led to discussions about better males.”

Writing in more detail about his aims, which include “Men bravely showing up for each other with painted nails” and making “change visible, contagious and safe,” like HIV, Conniff explains how, with his campaign of “emotional archaeology,” he is attempting to deconstruct toxic masculinity right now, today, immediately, “so my five-month-old son won’t have to.”

Masculinity, Sam says, is for many men a fake, socially mandated “performance so constant they barely realize they’re acting,” a continuous pretense so exhausting it saps males’ energy from flowing “to love, to parenthood, to presence, to creativity, to self-care.” Therefore, he wants to encourage men to act more like women “[in] living rooms, group chats, pub toilets, playground gates,” and other such stereotypical pedophile gathering points, as braveness to be different paradoxically comes only in numbers. “Seeing other guys doing it gave me courage,” explained one volunteer, amusingly unaware of what this sounded like. So how come being normally male is all a fake “act,” but pretending to be female or trans somehow isn’t?

“If you’ve already done it [i.e., painted your nails, not publicly sodomized one another in a playground]—thank you, you really are Hard As Nails,” Conniff concludes. Surely Soft As Shite?

Adolescent Reasoning
Of course, Cap’n Conniff can waste his life however he personally sees fit; unfortunately, he also seeks to use his “charity” (of which I can find no discernible record on the official Charity Commission register—I wonder if press reports describing it as such are simply mistaken, as, thankfully, he doesn’t appear to be soliciting any actual money for it?) in order to shape U.K. government “policy [and] programs.”

One of the ways Sam sought to impose his weird nail-based gender propaganda onto the public policy agenda was by exploiting Netflix’s mega-hit new TV drama Adolescence, about a teenage British boy who stabs a female classmate to death after being exposed to messages of “toxic masculinity” from misogynistic influencers like Andrew Tate within the online “manosphere.”

As his “man-icure” scheme coincidentally launched at the same time the show did, Conniff has boldly suggested that “If Adolescence is the diagnosis—I would like to offer Hard As Nails as part of the cure.” The really scary thing is, the U.K. government might well take Dr. Conniff up on his snake-oil wonder cure for the dangerous “disease” of maleness.

As I have argued elsewhere, Adolescence is little more than obvious regime propaganda aimed at demonizing non-left-wing and disappointingly non-feminized boys, and giving the U.K.’s current libtard Labour Party Cabinet moral cover for censoring supposedly “unacceptable” views on the internet, in the name of “saving young girls’ lives” from the murderous blades of fictional TV characters. One such “unacceptable” view to be suppressed, I suspect, would be the blatant offscreen truth that by far the worst offenders in terms of raping, abusing, and killing women and girls in European nations these days are not white teens like the stab-happy student in Adolescence, but brown Muslim adults.

At the very same time praise for Adolescence was being smeared all over the newspapers like nail varnish in the hands of an epileptic toddler, news emerged that a Pakistani pedophile who had sexually assaulted a preteen British girl had initially succeeded in appealing against his deportation on the grounds he was an alcoholic. As drinking alcohol is haram in Islam, judges ruled he may face “inhuman or degrading treatment” like imprisonment back home if natives realized he was a dipso. Do note how lawyers failed to argue that the man may face disapproval or jail on the subcontinent for being a pedophile, though—evidently, that’s just socially normal there.

Meanwhile, in France, the trial of a Franco-Algerian Muslim husband, Mounir Boutaa, has just begun, on charges of abusing and beating his wife, Chahinez Daoud, whom he had allegedly forced to wear a veil even in her own back garden, before eventually shooting her in each leg, pouring petrol all over her, pulling out a match, and burning her alive. This has been decried by leftists and feminists in France as yet another generic, male-perpetrated example of “pure femicide” and “toxic masculinity”—with no acknowledgement whatsoever of the specific and substantial role common Islamic attitudes toward women would have played in all this.

Oh, if only Boutaa could have been prevailed upon to have painted his nails bright pink one day, none of the above alleged atrocities could ever possibly have occurred! Wonder what color nail gloss the gay French firemen who turned up to put his wife’s smoldering corpse out with their hoses were wearing?

M-Pathetic Fallacy
Instead of focusing upon the true worst source of actual ultra-violence against women in the West today, the U.K. government has decided to leverage Adolescence’s popularity as a handy excuse to impose a new “anti-sexist” (re: anti-male) curriculum upon British schools, which in truth they were already planning to implement anyway. Taxpayer-funded gay nail-painting lessons, here we come!

Left-wing “emotional education” companies are now falling over themselves to invoke Adolescence as a brilliant new reason for gullible schools to shovel cash into their mouths for them rolling up in classrooms and shoveling pure woke psychobabble into the children’s heads in return.

A good case in point would be a body called M-Path, whose “Head of Education and Facilitator,” Will Adolphy, has met with Prime Minister Keir Starmer and boasts of having set watching Adolescence to his underlings as their “homework.” I’d rather trust my children’s education to Hitler Adolphy. The organization may have had it flaws, but at least the old Hitler-Jugend didn’t go around pushing kids “of all genders” compulsory “workshops on masculinity, empathy and bystander intervention” like M-Path does.

If they really want to reduce schoolgirls falling victim to systemic male disrespect, abuse, sexual molestation, and violence, wouldn’t the State do better to fund Tommy Robinson, the British National Party, or the Atomenwaffen Division to forwards-march into schools giving kids advice on how to avoid being groomed to be gang-raped and chopped up into kebabs by imported alcoholic Pakistani hill-folk?

Sad Influences
Or maybe, ironically enough, Islam is itself the answer to this entire self-inflicted problem. One further aspect of Labour’s looming plans to educate contemporary British youth into not habitually molesting and shanking one another behind the bike sheds is to train up a series of soppy male counter-influencers to provide what Education Secretary Bridget Phillipson has called a “powerful counterbalance” to the antediluvian attitudes of Andrew Tate (a Muslim convert himself, by the way).

Male pupils with a fully clean criminal record, raping and stabbing-wise, will be henceforth encouraged by “regional development teams” to become “peer mentors” primed to reeducate their less enlightened brethren to keep their grubby mitts off their vulnerable vagina-based classmates.

Will emotionally castrated white schoolboy anti-rape and anti-murder champions really be able to get the message through to their more ethnically diverse fellow classmates, though? Surely, in the name of decolonizing the curriculum, Phillipson would do better to try deploying some anti-femicide pioneers drawn from other cultures like Islam, too?

I would like to suggest the Department of Education begin channeling funds immediately to the estate of Sheik Tak Aldin al-Hilali, the late Egyptian-born, Australia-based senior imam famous for his reported opinion, following a series of gang rapes perpetrated in Sydney by a group of Lebanese men, that such crimes were often the women’s own fault for dressing like whores (i.e., in normal Western clothes): “If you take out uncovered meat and place it outside…without cover, and the cats come to eat it…whose fault is it, the cats’ or the uncovered meat’s? The uncovered meat is the problem. If she was in her room, in her home, in her hijab, no problem would have occurred.”

Yes, a woman’s place is in the home—because if her husband locks the door, no unreconstructed violent males with unpainted fingers can ever possibly rape or stab her inside there. Unless her husband happens to be called Mounir Boutaa, of course, then she’d just be easy cat-meat.

When are our perpetually teenage liberal rulers ever going to grow out of their pathetic, Adolescence-level ideas about what constitutes human nature, and confront the world of actual adult reality at last?