You remember biorhythms, the theory that our bodies operate according to varying biological cycles that periodically coincide, for better or worse?

The Wikipedia page on Biorhythms absurdly suggests that this idea is all pseudoscience:

Critics state that biorhythms are based only upon numerological associations. The plausibility of biorhythmics is contested by mathematicians, biologists and other scientists. The most basic assertion is that even if it is assumed that physiological rhythms do exist, it is not clear why they should necessarily begin on the day of one’s birth … The biorhythm theory is often presented as having scientific validity. Biorhythm critics’ responses range from opposing it as harmful, to ignoring it, to treating it as entertainment…

Be all that as it may, there are moments in life when the collision of different events creates something extraordinary.

Over in the USA, for example, we have three women-related stories occurring at the same time:

  • a bizarre if not quasi-fascist/communist election production for President Obama looking at how a eyeless mouthless female called Julia goes through life gratefully enjoying the miracles of a munificent state which Evil Romney plans to destroy
  • an election campaign by Harvard Professor Elizabeth Warren (hi-end Democrat) in which it emeges that she used her 1/32 Cherokee blood quota to get into senior Harvard academic circles as n ethnic ‘minority’
  • and a passage from Obama’s own book about his early life in which he ran together various experiences with different females to create a ‘composite woman’, who in one case wanted to be ‘black’ but had to accept that she wasn’t

The abruspt alignment of these strange phenomena in the political firmament coincides with Mark Steyn’s brain to produce a new high-point in his already Himalayan analysis:

Hallelujah! In the old racist America, we had quadroons and octoroons. But in the new post-racial America, we have — hang on, let me get out my calculator — duoettrigintaroons! Martin Luther King dreamed of a day when men would be judged not on the color of their skin but on the content of their great-great-great-grandmother’s wedding-license application. And now it’s here! You can read all about it in Elizabeth Warren’s memoir of her struggles to come to terms with her racial identity, Dreams from My Great-Great-Great-Grandmother.

Alas, the actual original marriage license does not list Great-Great-Great-Gran’ma as Cherokee, but let’s cut Elizabeth Fauxcahontas Crockagawea Warren some slack here. She couldn’t be black. She would if she could, but she couldn’t. But she could be 1/32nd Cherokee, and maybe get invited to a luncheon with others of her kind — “people who are like I am,” 31/32nds white, and they can all sit around celebrating their diversity together. She is a testament to America’s melting pot, composite pot, composting pot, whatever.

Just in case you’re having difficulty keeping up with all these Composite Americans, George Zimmerman, the son of a Peruvian mestiza, is the embodiment of endemic white racism and the reincarnation of Bull Connor, but Elizabeth Warren, the great-great-great-granddaughter of someone who might possibly have been listed as Cherokee on an application for a marriage license, is a heartwarming testimony to how minorities are shattering the glass ceiling in Harvard Yard. George Zimmerman, redneck; Elizabeth Warren, redskin. Under the Third Reich’s Nuremberg Laws, Ms. Warren would have been classified as Aryan and Mr. Zimmerman as non-Aryan. Now it’s the other way round. Progress!

Coincidentally, the Equal Employment Opportunities Commission last week issued an “Enforcement Guidance” limiting the rights of employers to take into account the criminal convictions and arrest records of job applicants because of the “disparate impact” the consideration of such matters might have on minorities. That’s great news, isn’t it? So Harvard Law School can’t ask Elizabeth Warren if she’s ever held up a liquor store because, if they did, the faculty might be even less Cherokee than it is.

Good grief. Read the whole thing. And marvel at how the modern sprawling liberal state has so utterly lost its way.