Now that American culture has become so degraded, our language so bastardized, and our basic common sense twisted ass-backward—I for one, am not at all surprised by the latest uproar over allowing Jim the Tranny into our women’s bathrooms. We’ve all seen it coming. Of course this beautiful woman should be pissing right beside your little girl—it’s only natural.
But of course some of us passed both high school biology and first semester philosophy and understand that when Descartes wrote, “I think, therefore I am,” it had zero to do with the transgendered. It’s about human acknowledgement of one’s self as human. Humans doubt their existence, therefore they prove their humanity. Doubting you’re a dude, despite your penis isn’t existential—it’s a sign of mental illness. You aren’t what you physically and biologically believe yourself to be, if you aren’t physically and biologically that entity. You are not what you aren’t.
Now, you can play this game of super-pretend on your own time. That’s fine. But don’t expect me or anyone else to indulge you in your mental disorder. Superstore Target disagrees with me.
Thankfully, in the course of just a few days, Target shoppers agree with me. Target shoppers are regionally and socioeconomically a step above Walmart shoppers, but they’re sort of the same people—the idea of transfolk using the facilities with them is no problem—the “good intentions gone bad” aspect of rapists, molesters, and child abductors walking in the restroom behind their kids is the problem.
But liberals will never admit to this. A few years from now, we’ll get some report of an increase of public bathroom rapes, and liberals will find some way to justify it. They always do. Western liberals are the only subset of Westerners that I truly believe, if given the chance, would rape themselves to death.