Nuts! That the latest U.S. Supreme Court justice, at her confirmation hearing, with a bewildered look on her face, declared that she just couldn’t say what a woman was.
Nuts! That a 14-year-old girl was raped in a Virginia public school bathroom by a boy wearing a skirt and claiming to be a female.
Nuts! That anyone with the sense toadstool would declare that men can become pregnant and the term “mother” is now obsolete. We should instead say “birthing person.” Sorry, “mother.” No more cards and flowers in May.
Nuts! That anyone should be surprised that some “birthing persons” in prison could become pregnant. Is it possible that “men” who claimed to be “women” were placed in women’s prisons might have had something to do with it.
Nuts! That men and boys should be allowed to take the place women and girls on athletic teams after the girls had worked hard and played by the rules. Protest, be prepared to be told to sit down and shut up.
Nuts! Nuts! Nuts! I could go on and on and on, but just a couple of other points.
So, what are we to make of “gender-affirming care”? I simply do not believe that before they are scarcely out of diapers that “care” consists of pumping the youngsters full of hormones and in some cases adding some radical surgery. I’ve listened to too many who had had “care” when they were young lamenting what was done to them, much of which cannot be undone. Maybe the youngsters’ confusion mirrors the “adults” in their lives.
Remember who emperor who had no clothes? In this case, he and his fellow travelers are wading in the polyology pond, and while the thongs may be impressed with their beautiful new swimsuits, they are in fact as naked as a hairless old coon dog with the mange. I believe in biology.
“Old Kicking Horse,” sometimes known as Bob Breidenstein.