You believe in the dubious claim of scientific evidence for "races" and accuse Liberals of only subscribing to science when it suits them but what about you? science can back up that transgenderism is a real, veritable human phenomenon (which is ironically supported by the fact you mention, that it exists in many culture during many epochs)
I'm not totally up on the latest info about this but apparently the brains of people identified as transgendered really do have brain structures that align more closely with the opposite sex they claim to feel they are.
So I don't see how it can fully be nothing more then some political anti-western anti-christian liberal feminist homosexualist plot point when really those ideologies were only invented in the last century and still are not dominate in in most places in the world.
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Now, first, I invite you to go read the original post HERE. Okay? Okay. First off, Anon refers to the "dubious claim of scientific evidence" for races, which is a very popular idiot liberal meme flowing around, which has been debunked over and over again. All by itself, this reference shows that he's a doubleplusgood duckspeaker, and has the liberal talking points memorized. And then he hilariously segues into the fact that while the differences between Louis Armstrong and Charles Lindbergh are imaginary, the difference between a regular guy and a guy who likes to pretend he's a girl is deep, significant, scientific, and undeniable. Only a bigot could disagree. Now, I'm a skeptic that the brain-structure "transgenderism" is anything real (it sounds identical to what is said to be the cause of homosexuality), since it's so trendy, but assuming it is, there is no indication that the poor kid I posted about has it, unless his mother has induced it over the past few years. Likewise, there's no indication that the practice of using boys as women, sexually, in various human cultures is at all based upon any "transgenderism" on the part of the boys, but, rather, on the desires of the men using them.
So, like a good liberal, Anon completely missed the point of the post, but used the opportunity to preen about how "accepting" he is of abnormality, while going through the little litany there of "anti-Western anti-Christian"etc., so as to sarcastically imply that that's how I think. They always do something like that. And, of course, there are plenty of grammatical errors in his comment. Synchronistically, Kathy Shaidle has chosen to write about the phenomenon of turning vague tendencies and eccentricities into full-blown psychoses and proceeding to wallow in them and celebrate any weirdness any starved-for-attention dink might come up with. I guess Kathy gets out more than I do, because some of these deviancies are new to me:
I picked the wrong year to quit drinking.
If you’ve never been to an old-school AA meeting, imagine Vince Lombardi’s locker room if he’d been coaching Pilgrims with Tourette’s: a spartan, Quaker-meeting setup, all bootstrapping, no bullshit. A newcomer dumb enough to whine about their “feelings” gets ordered to scrub out the coffee urn by a gruff “old timer.”
That’s not what I slunk into in 1992, by which time then-faddish PBS fixture John “Finding Your Inner Child” Bradshaw had accidentally turned Alcoholics Anonymous into a New Age unicorn-and-rainbows therapeutic weep-fest that would’ve disgusted Greatest Generation founders Bill W. and Dr. Bob, who probably kept their fedoras on in the gutter.
Some meetings even served decaf.
Believe me: “Low self-esteem” is not your typical boozehound’s problem. Then again, about half the people I met in “the rooms” weren’t even alcoholics, just neurotics too cheap to get real therapy.
“There were so many ‘multiple personalities’ at some meetings, we were probably breaking fire codes without knowing it.”
Remember, it was the 1990s, the era of The X-Files and Oprah at her tabloid low: at every 12-Step meeting, you’d meet “survivors of ritualistic Satanic abuse” and “recovered memory victims” and alien abductees and even “starseeds,” the self-proclaimed spawn of spacemen who’ve been sent to Earth to…do something or other. (Luckily the latter two never came to blows.)
There were so many “multiple personalities” at some meetings, we were probably breaking fire codes without knowing it.
And I lived in Boystown, so lots of the real drunks were gay, bi, trannies, lesbians of convenience, and even “two-spirited” (AKA gay Indians).
Despite all this, I never drank after my first meeting (ODAAT), worked the Steps, got a new job, and ten years later, I looked around at all the people who still hadn’t and thought, “I didn’t get sober so I could spend the rest of my life with these losers.” (You ain't read nothin' yet. Keep going HERE.)