Are we becoming the Land of the Perpetually Dissociated?
So, transgender people tell me that they are the gender that they identify with and that most emphatically does NOT have to be the one they were born with. Period. End of discussion.
And this child, Rachel Dolezal, tells us that she is the race that she identifies with. Period. End of discussion. (This is becoming tedious. Who let these children out of the crib?)
Here we go:
Not wanting to feel left out, and by the way, there is NO safe space for this:
I want to be the species that I identify with. I know that a few weeks back I said that I wished to be recognized as a Peregrine Falcon, but I’ve changed my mind. It’s “new species time”. Now I identify as a giraffe, so that’s what I am, and anyone out there who previously thought that I was a member of Homo Sapiens, is simply wrong. So I now have a new Order, Family, Genus AND Species: Giraffe. I guess I won’t have to stretch to reach high anymore.
This is how utterly insane we are becoming in order to accommodate every behavioral aberration there is. When people cannot control their own emotions, they have to control the behavior of others.
In case you didn’t guess, I’m not buying any of it.
Sick people need help. And “help” doesn’t come in the form of giving credence to their delusions.
THE BEGINNING. (Isn’t that how you usually sign off on an article?)
But if that doesn’t work for you, then: