Showing posts with label UFC. Show all posts
Showing posts with label UFC. Show all posts

Saturday, July 18, 2026

Muscles, mirrors, and make-believe

A richly detailed illustration in a classic adventure-comic style depicts an older silver-haired man standing before an ornate bathroom mirror, proudly flexing both arms while admiring his own muscular reflection. He wears a fitted grey sleeveless shirt and dark lounge trousers, his expression one of unmistakable self-satisfaction. Behind him, reflected in the open doorway, two young women in elegant satin nightwear pause, smiling warmly at one another while holding hands, seemingly amused rather than impressed by his display. The luxurious bathroom features polished black marble, gilded fittings, crystal perfume bottles, folded towels and a vase of white roses, all rendered with bold ink linework, warm hand-painted colours and meticulous vintage-inspired detail.
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Closet homosexuality, perhaps? — Inside #MAGA’s creepy obsession with testosterone as a marker of national strength. {The Telegraph 18 July}

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/gift/4c55efbff4de55b1

Truth be told, I may be one of those ‘low T’ men: I am pale, anaemic, underweight, a lifelong smoker and drinker, and I hate exercising anything other than my mind. The only reason to believe otherwise is that I have a very manly voice: I have been told at certain times that I should be in radio, and did consider attending broadcast school when I was considering my college options. Perhaps I should have pursued it, but even thirty years ago it was clear that radio was no longer a growth industry (the Telecommunications Act of that very year, 1996, ruined it). More pertinently, I also lacked greatly in confidence, as a childhood of constantly being made to feel inferior to peers will do that to a human being. I have never been athletic, cut out for military service, and cannot fight my way out of a wet paper bag. Nor hath any of this ever bothered me very much, apart from the lack of confidence in myself and much regret over lacking a backbone to stand up to more than a few motherf**kers who should have been put in their place. 

Perhaps my nature hath bothered some other folks I have been unfortunate enough to know over the course of this thankless life, but they may kindly kiss my Anglo-Saxon ass. What the hell do I care about ‘measuring up’ physically to other men, when most other men are complete and total f**king bores and are nothing to emulate? I have never cared what other men look like, do not like most of them on any level, and it is so nonsensical and a bit peculiar to my, admittedly unorthodox, brain that anybody would. Beyond basic biology, I often wonder why women are attracted to us. On the whole, we are ugly creatures, inside and out.

Frankly, I have a hard time imagining how all these men can be so obsessed with their manhood, and the vitality of other men, and there not be some pent-up sexual frustration at play. How can so many men be endlessly preoccupied with other men's bodies and sex lives, yet insist this is simply normal masculine, heterosexual behaviour? I do not even know if I can explain in a paragraph or two, but it is just so bloody gross to me. Bodybuilding in particular… yuck. These fellows spend half their lives admiring themselves in mirrors and spending the other half evaluating other men's physiques, and we are supposed to think this is the epitome of manhood? People are too caught up in other people’s affairs to begin with, but having to engage in virtual dick-measuring contests all the time is not something I am interested in, particularly not at forty-eight.

Like most of these moral panics the extremes of American politics cook up, there is a basis of truth. Falling testosterone levels are a scientifically proven phenomenon, and may well contribute to why many men — to my ears, at least — my age and under have high, effeminate voices now. Have we noticed that not many men have distinctive voices anymore? I notice it most when watching baseball games: nearly all the younger play-by-play announcers have these flat, indistinct voices and there is not a new Jack Buck or Harry Kalas coming along. But I digress. Ultimately, it is simply a question of how grave a 'crisis' we believe this to be. My opinion is that there will always emerge ‘alpha’ males in society, for better and for worse. Basic human nature does not change, and boys are going to be boys, men are going to be men, and most — regardless of their ‘T’ levels — shall be forever insecure in their manhood. 

And there will always be grifters such as Trump, Andrew Tate, Elon Musk, Tucker Carlson, Dana White, Pete Hegseth, and the rest of these ‘manosphere’ figures ready to take advantage of the weak, insecure, and pathetic. 

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Tuesday, June 16, 2026

Foiling of the plot?

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FBI claims it foiled ‘planned attacks’ upon White House human cockfighting event, suspects in custody. {ESPN 16 June}

https://www.espn.com/mma/story/_/id/49081439/fbi-arrests-suspects-planned-attacks-white-house-ufc-event

Whilst it is hardly difficult to believe that there exist folks sufficiently enraged by having an MMA cage-fighting spectacle upon the White House lawn — or by Trump more generally — that they might contemplate acts of appalling violence, count me among the sceptics regarding the veracity of these allegedly foiled plots. Or anything else emerging from the mouth of Kash Patel, and this rotten regime on the whole.

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Copyright 2026, Arthur Newhook.

Sunday, June 14, 2026

"Sports! Politics! Cryptocurrency! Money! Patriotism! Spectacle!"

An allegorical fantasy illustration of a glamorous blonde woman standing on the South Lawn of the White House amidst symbols of wealth, spectacle, and national identity. She weareth an elaborate gown of American flag colours and motifs, adorned with stars, jewels, gold chains, and patriotic ornamentation. Smiling confidently, she occupieth the centre as warm afternoon light illuminateth the scene. Behind, the White House riseth beneath fluttering flags and towering clouds; a large outdoor mixed-martial-arts arena gloweth before a packed crowd. Scattered across the lawn lie gold coins, Bitcoin tokens, crystal pyramids, golden spheres, and a gilded bull statue. Luxury cars and spectators abound. Fantasy illustration, political satire, and patriotic pageantry unite—wealth, spectacle, commerce, and national mythology in one exuberant tableau.
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Gladiators (human cockfighters) competing for the emperor’s pleasure to be paid bonuses in crypto issued by a Trump business. {The Guardian 14 June}

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2026/jun/14/white-house-ufc-fighters-crypto

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Copyright 2026, Arthur Newhook.

Saturday, June 13, 2026

Daisy’s stormy night at the White House

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Trump's bizarre blood fetish and violence take centre stage as UFC arrives at the White House for Orwellian 'Freedom 250' event. {John Casey 13 June; image generated via ChatGPT}

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/world/opinion-trump-s-blood-lust-takes-center-stage-at-white-house-cage-match/ar-AA25ye1V


Norma says: “If someone had shown me this image in 1926, or 1946, or even at the very end of my life around 1983, and informed me that one day prizefighting would be held upon the grounds of the American President's residence while half the nation argued about it on pocket-sized glowing rectangles, I should have assumed the poor soul had spent too much time near the studio prop department's whisky cabinet.”

“(A)n obsession of dystopic science-fiction proportions, rhetoric and fantasy that bleeds into policy and biology.” Not a read for squishism types.

That we still have to keep pointing out what a disgusting pig this individual is, day after day, for ten bloody years now (no pun intended), is just so incredibly exhausting and disheartening. My faith in people, full stop, is shot.

And my faith in the Almighty is not faring too well these days, either.

Get me the f**k out of this giant nuthouse, Lord.

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