Random Notes on the Transgender Craze

On the suicide threat:

One of the big tactics of the Transgender movement is that kids (or adults) who want to change sex are suicidal, and must be transed or they'll kill themselves.  Nor much is said about people who have transed and still want to kill themselves.  Nobody seems to note that suicide threats are a tactic, and should be treated as such.  

I remember, when I was five years old and seriously wanted some candy, saying to the parents: "Give me the candy or I'll kill myself, and then you'll be sorry."  All that won for me was a quick brisk spanking and then being locked in my room until I quit howling.  After howling for awhile and getting no result, I gave it up and -- I remember clearly -- thinking to myself: "Well, that didn't work."  

Don't kid yourself;  children know very well that they're ignorant pygmy slaves in a world of giant sorcerers, and they use any leverage they can think of to get what they want out of the sorcerers.  Love has nothing to do with it.  No, I didn't get the candy.  The parents showed me clearly that that tactic didn't work, and I didn't try it again.

Fast forward a few years, never mind where or when or with whom: I saw a teenaged girl (well known to be vain, self-centered and manipulative) yelling at her mother: "Let me XYZ or I'll kill myself, and then you'll be sorry."  The mother, being smarter than most, coldly replied: "No, I won't.  If you really are that delusional, that infantile, that neurotic, that arrogant and bullying, then you're a worthless human being.  Nobody will cry if you stop breathing our air and taking up our space.  Besides, I still have the forge--" (slapping her belly) "--and the anvil--" (slapping her crotch) "--to make another, better than you."

Result: said teenaged girl gaped, gulped, blushed, then burst into tears and ran off to her room where she stayed for the next two hours.  When next seen, she was much subdued and better behaved.  It occurred to me then that, in an overcrowded world, threatening suicide isn't much of a tactic.

On seducing children:

Again, never mind where or when or with whom;  a teacher was escorting a busload of second-graders to the town library to show them how it worked and how to take out books.  As the kids got off, she had the foresight to tell the bus driver to wait right there while she went to see if the library was crowded or not.  She walked the kids into the front room of the library, and there sat a Drag Queen -- complete with padded boobs thick face-paint and three-inch fake eyelashes -- reading a story-book, in a classic crooning voice, to a small bunch of puzzled-looking six-year-olds.  The teacher yelped "Omigod," then turned around and yelled to her second-graders: "Run away!  Run back to the bus and get in, and hide under the seats!  Run!"  They did, and she ran after them, and the bewildered bus-driver let them back on, and the kids all hid under the seats, and the bus-driver shut the door after them.  Then the teacher stood in the stairwell, whipped out her cell-phone and called the cops.  "Help!  Please come help!" she cried to the 911 dispatcher. "I"m Ms. *****, of ***** school, with my second-grade class, in the bus just outside the ***** library.  We don't dare go inside, because there's a whore in the library, seducing the children."

Needless to say, the police showed up and there was much excitement, and the children watched in fascination as the police escorted the Drag Queen away.  They also listened intently when the police questioned the teacher and the upset librarian who had arranged for the Drag Queen Story Hour.  The teacher, glaring daggers at the librarian, insisted: "I know a whore when I see one, and male or female, that was a whore.  You cannot have whores in the library, crooning at children and petting them and cuddling them on her -- or his -- lap.  Never mind 'gooming';  that is seduction, and it has no place anywhere near our children."  The librarian burst into tears and cried elaborately about 'tolerance', but the cops looked at each other and allowed that the teacher had a point.  The children eventually got into the library, with police escort, and dutifully learned how to find and take out books -- from the children's section -- but that wasn't their main topic of conversation thereafter.  

On Public Displays of Affectation:

This happened today, never mind where or with whom.  There was a Gay Pride parade planned, but the town didn't give it a permit.  So when the paraders showed up in defiance, they found that the street had not been blocked off, there were no announcements except those the parade organizers had made and put up themselves, and there was no crowd lining the streets.  Drivers tried to turn onto the street, found their way blocked, and waited politely for the marchers to move on but honked irritably, which clashed with the marchers' music.  The parade was cut short, and the participants went home -- or to the nearest bar -- early.  Yes, the complaints have started showing up on the Internet, but they're remarkably few so far:  half a dozen strident rants about "homophobia", and nearly as many polite complaints about "protesters" blocking the streets and tying up traffic.  One of the organizers has threatened to go on local TV (in drag, no doubt) and complain on the local news.  Let's see how big an audience he gets. 

I think the moral of all these stories is: "pushiness does not pay".

--Leslie <;)))><