Scab Picker Sunday - No. 1
Ch-ch-ch-ch- changes.
If you haven’t noticed, I have not been writing much lately. I have taken lots of notes with the grand, underlying purpose of composing some great thing, but, well, there it is for now.
This post is titled “No. 01”, as if this would become a regular thing. Perhaps it may.
The idea is that it would primarily deal with things that you may have forgotten and that have dropped out of the news cycle for “reasons”, usually because the programming and driving of a narrative to move the masses in one direction or another, or even simply distract.
So, let’s get busy picking that scab, before it heals completely!
Last year at this time, the Trans movement was a great hot mess in the news and in social media. I did my part in expressing my opinion on this, sometimes quite rabidly, falling solidly into the “preservation of Western Culture”, “Anti-war Against Women” and “Two Gender Species” camps and solidly backed the efforts of young Chloe Cole and Kelly-Jay Keen-Minshull.
For those that don’t know Chloe Cole, she was a young girl that had transitioned before the age of 15 with the urging of a doctor and her parents who then, after having her breasts removed, regretted what had happened. I watched as she became the poster child for the anti-trans movement.
While I am sure that she was scooped up by the savvy animals that create such energy around ideas in society, I couldn’t help but to be moved by her efforts, mostly because she reflected my own ideals:
If an adult wants to engage in these things, it is of no worry to me, save for the idea that they would ask me to engage in their self deception by addressing them with a preferred pronoun, enacting law to allow them into the spaces of the opposite sex, or encroach on my freedom of speech concerning the practice of sexual mutilation and enumeration of genders. (There are 2).
https://x.com/ChoooCole/status/1909718297916194838
Gender-critical activist from Britain, Kelly-Jay Keen-Minshull, (aka Posie Parker), is a real firecracker in the Anti-Transgender movement and brought my attention to the fact that Trans-males, (previously known as Transvestites), penis and all, were encroaching on, if not completely invading, spaces previously provided for females. Spaces like women’s changing rooms and restrooms, even in public schools.
Long before Matt Walsh’s documentary "What Is A Woman" became all the rage, Posie Parker was ranting on street corners in Great Britain asking the same question and giving the answer: “Adult Human Female”.
All things considered, I have become convinced that if there is not a war against women then there seems to be an underlying concerted effort to stop the reproduction of the human species, particularly White People and those that prefer Western Civilization to some dystopian nightmare, replete with conniving arguments from Zionist® occupied political parties and the cabal of a Communist® intelligentsia.
And so, why have I chosen to pick this particular scab today?
I blame Twitter/X.
Because I follow the amazing Pro-Irish activist, Louis McKenna , (she doesn’t call herself an activist), I saw/found this article from the Irish Independent on the Irish gender critical activist, Helen Joyce .
Definitely do yourself a favor and check out this well rounded article by journalist Sara Caden of the Irish Independent (HERE)
This may seem a bit “round about”, but that scab is really itchy!
I have a grandson and nephew who are both Trans. I do not know to what extents they have gone to in their transition, and it is not my concern.
This is my message to them both:
Voyagers of this life will either get along with the majority of their societal passengers on this trip or place themselves squarely against them in defiance to the status quo of the Mobocracy and defense of their own sensibility.
Our family’s proclivity toward swimming against the tide is firmly engrained in our genetic make up and the sooner you realize this the better. To go against the grain will get you a name, and that name is obtuse, unreasonable, hard headed, strong willed, and asshole.
You make your choices and stick with it to the end, cursing the stupidity of your critics. Perhaps you re-evaluate your position through meditation or insight, but it will only be your own mind being made up only by yourself and not from the pressure of so-called peers, (because you are peerless), or a soiled majority of spineless clapping seals.
You claim your position and hold steadfast with undaunted courage becoming your own creator within the framework of creation and a hero unto yourself.
With this stance comes a depth of truth. And while it may become painful, it must not be denied, forgotten nor ignored, if one is to live wholly within truth:
You cannot expect, coerce nor demand that other people, up to and including family, must respect, obey or agree with you or the stand you have taken. (Might one demand that gravity not push them around? or that a cat must pay attention to ones needs? Not without great disappointment!)
And while you are special to the people that love and care about you, in the world you are just another person with no special right or privilege that may supersede the rights and privileges of another.
Your position is your own. To accept this simple truth is where your honor and commitment to your ideals and reason reside. Consider this with humbleness, strength and pride as you face the mob.
The contrarian must accept the fate of rejection and at times deep loneliness. It is the badge first worn by the best of us.
(You can find the NYT best seller “Trans” by Helen Joyce at Thriftbooks.com )
Good job brother! ML 👍💪