This Week in Trans...

 "I am not responsible for anything I've said that you don't like: I'm identifying as trans today, and this puts me beyond any and all criticism..." -- The Overlord

If you needed any further proof that the trans 'ideology' (more like 'mental illness') combined with extreme cases of empathy, sympathy and liberal ideology (henceforth to be called 'dumbfuck') is harmful to society, you needed to look no further than your local newspaper.

My local newspaper happens to be the New York Post, which means I not only get the news that would otherwise be unfit to print elsewhere (because dumbfuck), but is deliberately printed in order to shed light upon people society would long ago have left stranded upon remote islands to die of exposure.

One could say that if someone has done something stupid, behaves in an anti-social manner, often combined with criminal activity or oddity, the Post will often put it on the front page, give you a great and memorable headline for it, and also manage to find the most-unflattering photographs to accompany the piece, and in the process, point out something painfully obvious that every living thing with less than half-a-dozen braincells will have missed.

This week, it is the phenomenon of trans being a defense -- or excuse -- for literally everything.

We begin with the tale of Nicholas Roske. Who is he, you ask? Rather who is she, I should correct you; Roske is the trans-identifying piece of shit who attempted to kill Supreme Court justice Brett Kavanaugh about two years ago.

Roske arrived at Kavanaugh's home bearing weapons, zip ties, duct tape, and 'tactical gear'. He confessed to wanting Kavanaugh dead and that his intent was to dispatch a deluded form of justice upon the Justice because of the Cobb decision which turned the question of abortion over to the individual states to decide.

Mind you, Roske, having been born male despite his confusion about his own tallywhacker, could not have an abortion, no matter how badly he may have wanted one, by simple virtue of .the fact that he lacks the proper plumbing to become impregnated. One would think that being aware of this simple fact of biology, then the question of abortion is one that should not occupy the thoughts of Nicholas Sophie because it is a circumstance that shim would never find shimself in.

But no. Full of emulated menstrual fury despite being unable to menstruate for reelz, this idiot decided that murder was the proper response to a legal question that didn't even apply to him. Excuse me, her. Wait...I meant It, and then, either because crazy or perhaps suffering a fit of something like clarity, or maybe even a shred or morality, he narced himself out to the cops and asked for psychiatric help.

He was sentenced to eight years in prison, in part because while he attempted murder, he didn't actually make the attempt, and because he claimed mental illness.

Like trans, perhaps?

In which case, he may be the first tranny to use the Befuddlement Defense, re: his Wedding Tackle, to explain away the inexplicable, while also being the first Bonus Hole to admit to being a deranged lunatic.

We then move on to the curious case of Ms. Sharon, a.k.a.Leetwain Darrell Tate (seriously, Black Community: could you stop naming your kids by picking random letters out of a Scrabble bag?), a North Carolina school bus driver who was recently arrested for a crime we have all been told doesn't exist, which would be 'grooming', i.e. sexually abusing children.

A number of whom somehow wound up staying in his house?

His family, of course, insists he's innocent. Take a look at that photo and you tell me? It's a crime just to walk around looking like that. Frankly, I'm surprised the family didn't trot out his kindergarten graduation photo in the attempt to portray him as some sort of angel, which seems to be the thing to do when a) you're black and b) guilty as fuck.

And for dessert, we are informed that Harvard University, the staid institution of higher education, has hired a 'visiting professor' that calls itself LaWhore Vagistan.

No, that is not a joke.

What will the learned professor be teaching while visiting Harvard (and consequently leaving behind a series of sexually-transmitted diseases in it's oily wake) you ask?

A class on the (in-)famous cross-dressing television personality RuPaul, by bringing "the nightclub to the classroom, and vice-versa, teaching critical race, post-Colonial and Gender Theory through lipsync and lecture."

Obviously vital subjects which have been ignored for far too long.

Just a few, passing thoughts on this disaster in the making:

1) College students need very little lecturing on nightclubs. In fact, it is my considered opinion that at least half graduated (unofficially) with a minor in binge drinking.

2) If 'post-Colonialism' is really a thing, then one would assume it is bringing light to the real problems of the post-Colonial World, which, sez me, is the inability of backwards cultures and stupid people to efficiently run a state bequeathed material wealth, modern infrastructure, hospitals, universities, functioning mines and farms, water systems, and systems of government and law, turning their now-wholly-post-Colonial shitpits into open sewers who vomit forth great masses of people who can't wait to escape the 'post-Colonial' realities of poverty, violence, injustice and rampant disease.

But no: instead we'll just blame the White Guys and then steal their social welfare.

I can promise you this much: whatever post-colonial (more like 'post-colorectum') charnel house this piece of work escaped from probably would have killed it the second it showed up anywhere in a ghastly, neon-colored mumu.

3) What lipsync was ever good for is a mystery to me. Maybe it got Milli Vanilli a Grammy, but little else seems to have emerged from the effort.

4) A Harvard 'education' can cost up to $80,000 a year, so think carefully if this is what you expect your little bundle of fucktard to be studying.