As in, bugfuck nuts.
Where did this all come from, and what do we do about it? Well, as with most diabolical movements in Western Civilization today, the radical transgender project can be traced back to the Frankfurt School of neo-Marxists. Whether it’s environmentalism, globalism, open-borders policies, or just systematic anti-Americanism, it can usually be traced back to that motley crew of malcontents.
Transgenderism itself is particularly rooted in something called “queer theory,” the best analysis of which can be found in Helen Pluckrose and James Lindsay’s crucial work Cynical Theories. In it, using the works of key postmodernists, we learn that: “Queer Theory is a political project [designed] to challenge what is called normativity—that some things are more common or regular to the human condition.” If it’s normal, if it’s morally sound, if it’s traditional, it must be challenged and eventually overturned.
How else can you explain the fact that a federal judge recently confirmed to the U.S. Supreme Court can’t say what a woman is, despite being one. But it’s not just confusion over simple words a 2-year old could explain to you. It’s far more sinister. This judge isn’t simply confused over what an adult human female is, her strange attitude to sex extends to pedophiles and child rapists. Over the years Ketanji Brown Jackson has persistently sided with the purveyors of pedophilic pornography—so much so that she even gave a repeat offender just 12 months in jail for raping his 13-year-old niece. As far as I am concerned, this is why a decent nation has the death penalty.
So what is to be done? First, all of us must cleave to the truth. Never ever bend to the demonic cult that is endangering our children and our civilization. The facts are plain. God is on our side. So is science. Just ask MIT. A man is a man and a woman is a woman. At conception new and unique DNA is created. If that human has XX chromosomes she is a woman until the day she dies. If that chromosomal make-up should instead be XY, he is a man until the day he dies. Those are the incontrovertible facts. Nonnegotiable facts. No matter what drugs you inject yourself with, whatever surgery you mutilate yourself with, or the clothes you wear, it remains true. All we need now is courage to speak the truth. Always.
According to early 19th century thespian Edmund Kean, dying is easy; comedy is hard. But in an age when the lie is so ubiquitous it’s become standard operational procedure for politicians, bureaucrats, federal law enforcement and intelligence agencies, establishment-media “journalism” outlets, transnational corporations, and far too many other walks of modern life to go into, simply speaking the truth is going to be the hardest thing of all to do, and honest men and true will become mighty scarce on the ground.
“If that human has XX chromosomes she is a woman until the day she dies. If that chromosomal make-up should instead be XY, he is a man until the day he dies.”
It often seems to be lost, but the chromosomal make-up is what it is, and cannot be changed. You can castrate a male mechanically or chemically and he will remain a male. You can sew a port on him and call it a vagina, and he will remain a male. You can put a dress on him and give him silicon sacks for “breasts” and he will remain a male. You can let him swim with the girls or play any other sport with the girls and call him by a girls name and he will remain a male.
A really fucked up mentally ill male, but a male he will remain.