I don't know why I do it. I guess so that I never allow myself to forget what "real" people are really like. So I don't get all over-emotional and sad whenever I hear that 25 people were shot to death in a church in Texas or another 80 folks were washed into a Louisiana river during a hurricane. But I often read the comment sections of stories dealing with transgender issues. I like to get a sense of what I'm up against when it comes to simply living my life in this so-called "sane" society. Here are a sampling of comments from a story about the transphobic pedophiliac Republican candidate for senator Roy Moore.
So when I hear of some "tragedy" somewhere entailing the massive loss of lives of people I don't know, before I get to feeling all weepy, I remind myself that many of them could very well be people like the people above and my own life will be all the safer and much improved without them on the planet. When I'm asked to contribute to their "relief," I remind myself of their ignorance, intolerance, and knee-jerk disdain of people like me. Of how they ostracize and stigmatize us and force us to the outskirts of their society and then blame us when we end our lives because we're so "unstable". As if they—or anyone—could live under those conditions of exclusion and isolation, as if isolating and stigmatizing and scapegoating someone weren't the surest way of driving someone insane.
Sorry, I'd like to be, but I'm not Jesus, I can't love my enemies. I'll save my tears for those I know deserve them. When we're asked to rally around the flag, to stand for it, to salute it, and all the rest of that manipulative, communal horseshit, I'll remain seated. I'll take a knee. I have no stake in this society—not yet, anyway. That much is clear to me. If I'm not good enough to piss in your toilets or to get married or work beside you like any other person, then I really don't give a damn about your wars, your natural disasters, or your children, who I've every reason to fear, with you as their example, will grow up as nasty and stupid and dangerous and bigoted as you.
Maybe I'm looking at the glass half-empty. Maybe I'm not giving enough credit to those with open minds and open hearts. But I can't help but often feel that the glass is a lot more than half-empty. That there's barely enough at the bottom to wash out the bitter taste of poison that the majority of people in this world leave in my mouth. I hate for other people like that to determine anything I do in my life, but I find that as depressed as they make me, they encourage me to go on, not to commit suicide, if only out of spite, to deny them the satisfaction of saying "See? I told you so."
No, if I were to kill myself it wouldn't be because of their hostility, ignorance, intolerance, and violence or even my difficulty in trying to fit myself into a world they try so hard to exclude me from. But I wouldn't want them to misinterpret my suicide as a result of a mental disorder, which they no doubt would, refusing to see their responsibility in making life, which is hard enough for all of us, that much harder for people like me. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction. The smug, self-righteous bastards. In spite of themselves, they encourage me to live on. To some degree, in spite of myself, I live on. I don't just piss in their toilets. Simply by surviving, I piss on on all the bigoted notions they hold dear. Thank goodness, I have more of a reason to live than that, but it gives me a satisfying extra incentive
If someone thinks they're a rock or a tree, they have a
mental illness. The same with someone who thinks they are another gender. DNA,
not a person's choice, determines sex. If you don't believe science.... look in
the pants.
Eric Hein
· Manager
at FedEx
unless you know what it's like to be a man with young
female children or a grandpa like me with grandaughters you can't possibly
understand why I don't want a MAN with a penis, dressed like a WOMAN in the
bathroom with my precious little ones, or my wife for that matter.
David Brower
· NCDOL
SCIENTIFICALLY THERE IS NO SUCH THING
AS TRANSGENDERISM . EVEN AFTER SEX CHANGE SURGURY , EVERY CELL IN THER BODIES
SAY THEY ARE STILL WHAT THEY WERE . YOU CAN'T CHANGE THE DNA AND PRETENDING TO
BE SOMETHING ELSE IS REALLY JUST PRETENDING . YOU CAN'T FIX PROBLEMS INSIDE
THE HEAD BY ALTERING THE GENITALS . LARGE NUMBERS OF THE PEOPLE THAT GO
THROUGH WITH THE SURGURY SAY THEY REGRET IT .
Rosemary DeLeeuw Bolton
We have more mentally confused and unstable walking around
us. We allow them to continue their delusional choices, and we
encourage it.
I see. Having transgender compulsions is not twisted, but
Judge Moore is? Got it. You voted for Hillary.
If some Democrat wakes up tomorrow and claims that
pedophiles are normal now that will not make it so. Some are already claiming
it. That day will soon be here, folks!
More transgenders die by their own hand than are murdered
by others. And, no, there are no transgender success stories in recorded
history. There may be stories that you've read in re-edited history. Like
Lincoln hooking up with gay blacks at raves in the white house basement, or
Columbus was transgender... because there's no evidence that it didn't happen?
James Early
Trannys are mentally disturbed, they belong locked up,
behind bars and tall walls with razor wire, with the bums, drug addicts, and
career alkys (chronically "homeless" LOL).
And before anyone claims Black trannies are killed more
often there's a reason for THAT. It's because they dress as "women",
wear makeup, then turn tricks, when their "john's" find a limp noodle
between their thighs rather than a cannoli they are pissed off and don't want
people to think they are fags.
Trannys are deranged fruitcakes that need mental health
services. The worst thing anyone can do, is what the bed wetting liberals
insist we do. Which is coddle their delusions and pretend it's normal. Then the
media ignores the suicide statistics.
So when I hear of some "tragedy" somewhere entailing the massive loss of lives of people I don't know, before I get to feeling all weepy, I remind myself that many of them could very well be people like the people above and my own life will be all the safer and much improved without them on the planet. When I'm asked to contribute to their "relief," I remind myself of their ignorance, intolerance, and knee-jerk disdain of people like me. Of how they ostracize and stigmatize us and force us to the outskirts of their society and then blame us when we end our lives because we're so "unstable". As if they—or anyone—could live under those conditions of exclusion and isolation, as if isolating and stigmatizing and scapegoating someone weren't the surest way of driving someone insane.
Sorry, I'd like to be, but I'm not Jesus, I can't love my enemies. I'll save my tears for those I know deserve them. When we're asked to rally around the flag, to stand for it, to salute it, and all the rest of that manipulative, communal horseshit, I'll remain seated. I'll take a knee. I have no stake in this society—not yet, anyway. That much is clear to me. If I'm not good enough to piss in your toilets or to get married or work beside you like any other person, then I really don't give a damn about your wars, your natural disasters, or your children, who I've every reason to fear, with you as their example, will grow up as nasty and stupid and dangerous and bigoted as you.
Maybe I'm looking at the glass half-empty. Maybe I'm not giving enough credit to those with open minds and open hearts. But I can't help but often feel that the glass is a lot more than half-empty. That there's barely enough at the bottom to wash out the bitter taste of poison that the majority of people in this world leave in my mouth. I hate for other people like that to determine anything I do in my life, but I find that as depressed as they make me, they encourage me to go on, not to commit suicide, if only out of spite, to deny them the satisfaction of saying "See? I told you so."
No, if I were to kill myself it wouldn't be because of their hostility, ignorance, intolerance, and violence or even my difficulty in trying to fit myself into a world they try so hard to exclude me from. But I wouldn't want them to misinterpret my suicide as a result of a mental disorder, which they no doubt would, refusing to see their responsibility in making life, which is hard enough for all of us, that much harder for people like me. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction. The smug, self-righteous bastards. In spite of themselves, they encourage me to live on. To some degree, in spite of myself, I live on. I don't just piss in their toilets. Simply by surviving, I piss on on all the bigoted notions they hold dear. Thank goodness, I have more of a reason to live than that, but it gives me a satisfying extra incentive
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