Transgenderism and the Perils of Pretending

 I see a "Nutjob" living a lie at a store I go to. 

This guy is nasty looking.

 How long till the anger over takes him?

It’s fun to pretend once in a while.

When I rev up my electric guitar at night, I typically imagine I’m Eric Clapton, whom I vaguely resemble. And back when I played in softball leagues, I always imagined myself a Yankee, playing before a raucous crowd in the Bronx. And what fun-loving human doesn’t get a kick out of wearing a costume on Halloween?

When it comes to mental health, however, it’s important to stay in the real world as much as possible. When you see yourself as something you’re not, you set up a dissonance in your mind, an extremely damaging vibration that, if it continues unabated, can ruin your life and ultimately, the lives of others.

I lived in New York City from 1971 until 1983, and in that time, quickly learned that when it came to people’s dress, carriage, and affect, anything goes. A beautiful woman just bursting out of her skimpy clothes, a hirsute male in a dress and high heels, a long-haired college student dressed like a turnip, it was all the same to me.

Be polite, don’t stare, and respect their humanity. If they wished to be called Ha-cha-cha!, Loretta, or Kid Turnip, respectively, then that’s what I called them.

In those halcyon times, when most people could tell a decedent from an antecedent, I solved personal pronoun issues by simply sticking with the individual’s expressed name.

“This is Ha-cha-cha!,” I’d say, “and this is Ha-cha-cha!’s apartment!”

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That being said, there was no way I was calling a broad-shouldered guy wearing pearls and pumps, a lady. And no one, back then, was going to make me.

The character Corporal Klinger in the old hit show MASH, was shown dressed like a woman, complete with rifle and mink stole, but was always referred to as a “he,” “him,” or “Corporal Klinger.” Then, as now, most everyone working in TV was a loud, proud Democrat, only they had not yet lost their freakin’ minds.

For thousands of years of human existence, it was tacitly understood there were only two types of humans: men and women. This may come as a shock to some of you, especially you Supreme Court justices out there, but I can vouch for this. I’ve a B.S. in Biology.

There are a vanishingly small number of people born intersex or hermaphroditic, but to the best of my knowledge, I’ve never met one. Male and female, that’s pretty much it.

The modern Democrat party, however, is the party of make believe. Greasy Dem politicians pretend to hate the wealthy while they themselves collect waterfront mansions (see O., Barry and Sanders, Bernie), pretend to support blacks with DEI policies and antiracism initiatives guaranteed to make people of color feel inadequate; pretend to love the poor while shackling them with welfare programs that both deny them the pride of honest labor and make their biggest problem obesity.

And all to garner votes.

Why, the Democrats asked themselves one day, shouldn’t we also own the votes of men wearing makeup and culottes, women sporting work boots and crewcuts, and the ones we’re frankly not sure of?

Let’s pretend, thought the party of donkeys. Let’s tell them the two obvious genders are social constructs, i.e., imaginary and capricious, and that a person can be any gender they want! While we’re at it, let’s further muddy the water with scores of absurd genders with nonsense names, like “5-spirit, barrel-aged, free-range eunuch.” Anything for votes.

And who was drawn to this most absurd, nihilistic game of pretend?

The mentally ill, the misfit toys, and above all, the paranoid narcissists. After the Democrat party convinced them to pretend their sexual delusions were valid and laudable, not one of them was ever going to vote Republican again.

Using lies, fabrications, and media propaganda Ol’ Scratch himself would be proud of, the modern Democrat party convinced their followers and the sadly delusional groups listed above that:

-You can change your gender, like Peter Pan might, just by wishing for it.

-You can further cross over by having a local Victor Frankenstein amputate this or that, create a pseudo-that, and pump you full of hormones to wage war with the naturally-occurring ones. Become even, er . . . more of a man, woman, zem, zer, etc.

-And get this. If you decide to surgerize, you’ll never have the thrill of orgasms or the joy of bearing children. You’ll also visit doctors of urology, endocrinology, and reproductive surgery far more often than you ever imagined. And this disfiguring, traumatic, and irreversible surgery will be done solely to affirm your gender as a person of the opposite sex. Got it?

-As a bonus, if you’re a large male who transitions either via the scalpel or Peter Pan, why, you can then enter women’s sports and just abuse the weaker sex.

Run around, through, or over smaller, less-aggressive opponents, take their medals, their records, and their scholarships. If you’re gonna pretend, why not be a champion?

-And here’s where the Democrats, the progressives, the media, and your garden variety loony leftists all left the tracks.

The aforementioned, as one, told the mentally ill, the misfit toys, and the paranoid narcissists of the world, that it’s O.K., you can pretend to be what you’re clearly not.

And if anyone contests that, they’re a bigot. A hater.

A Nazi, when you think about it.

And what do we do with Nazis?

Well, that’s what the Dems, purely in service of political power, have asked their disturbed and criminally ill-informed acolytes. Sadly, the acolytes have answered.

The wages of sinful, Dem-promoted pretending have now come due in our country. Statistically speaking, the main victims?

Children, teens, and family members.

In churches, campuses, schools and now hockey rinks.

The poor souls who’ve been bamboozled into thinking pills and scalpels could somehow make them into what they’re not, are rightfully angry. And frustrated. And, it would seem, well-armed.

Plus, they’ve been insidiously programmed to wonder, who’s responsible for their pain? Is it President Trump, Charlie Kirk, their families, their local school or church? The Republican Party, perhaps?

They’ve been told in no uncertain terms by slithery Democrat mouthpieces to resist, to fight back, to punch haters in the face, to spill blood for the cause.

And now they are.

Of course, Democrats and their media courtesans fully support the gender-confused “gunpersons.” Their lead fusillades, it’s said, are due almost entirely to common-sense screeds like this, or cross words from Daddy, or an envelope once wrongly addressed to Miss. The observer as activator theory.

But who among us will care for the dead kids?

Their families, their schools, their communities, their countries (see Canada, gun-free)?

Why must innocents at study or worship be sacrificed on the altar of a cynical, pretend sexuality?

Simply to get votes for Democrats?

It would appear.

https://www.americanthinker.com/articles/2026/02/transgenderism_and_the_perils_of_pretending.html

https://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2026/02/rhode-island-transgender-hockey-game-shooter-identified-replied/

https://thefederalist.com/2026/02/18/the-violence-from-trans-ipad-kids-is-about-to-get-a-lot-worse/