One of the funniest scenes in ‘Monty Python’s Life of Brian’ is the one they shot in the impressive Roman amphitheatre in Carthage. It features members of the usurpatory People’s Front of Judea plotting to overthrow the Roman Empire. Suddenly, one of the more disgruntled members of the group (Stan) reveals he wants to become a woman, have babies, and change his name to ‘Loretta’. The leader of the group (Reg) informs Stan, incredulously, that he can’t have babies because he doesn’t have a womb. As Stan looks crestfallen, another member of the PFJ (Judith) suggests a compromise. Stan can’t actually have babies, she states. But we can fight “for his right to have babies”, as it is ‘symbolic’. Reg draws the conversation to a close with the words, “Symbolic of his struggle against reality.”
That year was 1979. Britain may have been convulsed by the sort of workplace unrest and social dysfunction that occurs whenever socialism is allowed to get its hands on the levers of power. However, what it did have back then (which it sorely lacks now) were sufficient numbers of people with a grounding in indisputable reality. Forty six years ago, audiences would have laughed uproariously at the merest suggestion a man could become a woman and be accepted as such. Today, it forms the basis of an entire sickening culture, strongly encouraged by those of dubious morals and impaired judgement. In the Monty Python era, a few short words from the comedic genius of John Cleese were sufficient to put the issue to bed. In these incredibly sad and tear-inducing times, it takes an 88-page legal ruling from the highest court in the land to confirm that the definition of sex is co-terminous with biological reality. To put the word count of this judgement into context, the thesis for my Master’s degree was 71 pages! The politics department at Leeds back then stipulated that final drafts were to be no more than 25,000 words. Thus, you can hazard a guess that last week’s ruling by the UK Supreme Court had to be at least 30,000 words in length. 30,000 words!!! For a conclusion Cleese encapsulated in a two-page script.
Trannies (let’s use working men’s parlance here) demand the right to walk down the streets in wigs, false breasts, complete with testicles without being mocked or laughed at by other human beings. Who are they kidding? It is a natural reaction for folk to at least give a wry smile at anything they recognise as abnormal. And make no mistake, trannies ARE abnormal. If you believe baseball biceps and chest hair complemented by pleated skirts and eye-liner is conventional, then I’m happy to order a ‘lock the cock’ penis chastity cage from Amazon and post it on to your address. Because, at the end of the day, you shouldn’t be within 500 yards of any women-only spaces. Your so-called ’cause’ has vilified, terrified and humiliated women – from those of sporting prowess to the world of entertainment – for what seems like an age, and you deserve to be called out on it!
You’re not a woman. You’re a walking freak show with severe mental health issues. And, just like the character of Les Conroy in ‘Benidorm’, you’ll always be stared at, laughed at, or quietly mocked because you’re so far out of the loop when it comes to societal acceptability, there’s zero chance of you ever getting back in. It doesn’t matter how many prominent politicians flock to your crusade like dung beetles to scat, you’re destined to always be in society’s naughty corner. Not just because of your outlandish failure to grasp reality, but also by virtue of the fact you’ve disrupted and destroyed many lives in your quest for the Establishment’s indulgence of your psychosis. You should be offered counselling and psychiatric treatment, not acceptance for something you can never ever be.
There are two sexes: male and female. One is created by the XY chromosome; the other is created by the XX chromosome. Pay a visit to any zoo around the world, and the animals on display will always be described as either male or female. There is no ‘in-between’. There are no ‘non-binary aardvarks’; no ‘cisgender golden eagles’; no ‘omnisexual heteroromantic giant tortoises’. You have animals capable of reproduction, and animals incapable of the same. That’s it! Period! Just because millions of us are effectively trapped in a world where every crazy neurosis has to be emotionally soothed and moisturised like sunburnt skin, doesn’t mean we forfeit the right to be as vocally challenging as it’s possible to be. Please don’t use the threat of arrest or imprisonment to frighten us into silent submission, either. For we live in a country where free speech is now so repressed, it’ll get to the stage where we’ll have to be like John Krasinski and Emily Blunt in that film ‘A Quiet Place’: having to go about our lives perpetually schtum, lest we get devoured by governmentally-programmed aliens with hypersensitive hearing. No thanks! I’ll stick to talking and writing about the world as I find it, not a world defined by your feelings or your pathetic rules.
‘Gender’ is as much a fantasy concept as Alice in Wonderland, Fantasia or the experiences of the Pevensie children in CS Lewis’s Narnia. Like Stan in the People’s Front of Judea, you can sit there sulking until the bollockless bulls come home, it doesn’t change – and will never change – what nature has decreed you are. I may as well pace around my house with my arms extended in frustration at the fact I’ll never know what it’s like to fly like a bird. Why? Because I’ve never had wings. Elephants have never had wings. Lions have never had wings. And female human beings most certainly don’t have testicles. Do you finally understand how this works now? With the Supreme Court ruling (even though it should never have been necessary), Loretta has left the building. Let’s keep ‘her’ locked out….permanently!
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