Conor Matthews
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Writer. Opinions are my own. https://ko-fi.com/conormatthews
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The End Of History; The Liberal Lie Promoting Conservatism
Rights aren't rights if someone can take them away. They're privileges. - George Carlin "The End of History" is the term coined by political scientist Francis Fukuyama in his 1989 essay of the same name (though phrased as a question; The End of History?), in which, with the prediction that the Soviet Union with would dissolve, the struggle for the peak human society will officially come to an end, with Liberal Democracy (aka the "West") reigning as the winner.
By Conor Matthews4 years ago in The Swamp
The Trees Swallow People: Part 8
We're supposedly social animals, cooperative, empathetic. I'm not the most exuberant person, but I like to think I'm agreeable and can hold a conversation. I like my own company, apart from Diva's, of course. But in Dundalk, before I moved up here, I would have met up with the lads, grabs a few pints, get chatting. The lads aren't in the country any more. I'm kind of glad they're not.
By Conor Matthews4 years ago in Fiction
Why "Define Woman" Is A Trap
It’s the new hip thing with the kids these days (if kids were middle age, fear mongers). Asking someone, typically a liberal, to “Define (a) Woman”. Many can sense the trap, knowing the person asking, usually a conservative (no matter how okay they swear they are with their gay cousin), is expecting one of two things; to trip yourself up trying to avoid describing a Cis Woman (more on the term in a second), or to say something they’ll misinterpret as being anti-trans. They did it before with gays, with women, with the disabled, with the non-White (they even did it with some White). It’s a trap; a trap so they can call out “gottem!”.
By Conor Matthews4 years ago in Viva
The Trees Swallow People: Part 7. Top Story - March 2022.
We can never go out the back ever again; there’s a tree trying to get in. I don’t know if it’s the same for everyone else, but their trees started like mine; unobtrusively invasive. I let Diva out the back for her morning wee. The previous occupants did the back garden up, covering much of the once grassy plot in concrete, opting instead to construct flower beds, a glass house, a shed, and a little scummy pond. Despite this, there it was, a willow oak sapling sprouting out from a ruptured crack in the ground at the bottom of the back.
By Conor Matthews4 years ago in Fiction
