To me, the essence of modernity is sort of weaponized existentialism wielded by dishonest oblivious fools. Things that are old, or stable, or preferred by
fucking white people folks I don’t like are subject to being deconstructed as a pathological, socially constructed apparatus designed to benefit one group at the expense of another. Things that I prefer are just objective reality and the idea of subjecting them to the scalpels of clinical skepticism never once crossed my mind.
Case in point, the curious flimsiness of modern LGBBQWTF gender-abortions and their identity claims. To someone that assumes your sense of self is the result of an amalgam of interpersonal forces, genetics and your own individual choices, the idea of rendering this down to a specific identity like “gay” or “male to female transexual with female gender pronouns” is Bad Faith, or even possibly misplaced concreteness. To paraphrase Mike Enoch, defining yourself based on rubbing your penis inside an anus is an awfully trivial and superficial form of identity. Philosophically speaking, representing all you are as a man who sticks his penis inside someone’s poop-hole is completely dishonest and self-deceptive as well, but the gender-abortions take it to an additional extreme with their garish rodeo-clown portrayals of femininity.
Behold, three Clown-Women!
The gender-abortion actually proclaims their faux-identity to be as concrete and real as having a vagina and getting a monthly period, then reifies this identity with lipstick and a dress. A “gender non-conforming” person is basically caught in a trap of inauthentic behavior where the only avenue of self-expression is differentiating themselves from the norms of their biological gender via the conscious and intentional adoptions of norms they observe in the opposite gender.
One might ask if the feeling of not being a man is congruent with identifying as the opposite of a man, but clearly this sort of critical self-analysis escapes a guy who represents womanhood with a drag costume. Does putting on make-up and wearing skirts make you a woman? Does using the ladies restroom make you a woman? Clearly the answer to both these questions is “no”, but to the “transgendered” identifying as a “weird little faggot that likes to cross-dress and loves the color pink” just lacks the significance of boldly proclaiming himself to be a woman or “femme” in the literal sense. The weird little faggot senses there is a shell of meaning and significance left in the post-modern nihilistic wasteland of the modern world, and like a stray hermit crab, he tries to insert himself into the identity and make it his home.
The problem with constructing an artificial identity on weak premises is that like a sand-castle beaten by the waves of countless shitlords and TERFs, it’s doomed to failure the minute it confronts external reality. Jean Paul Satre’s assertion that “Hell is other people.” rings especially hard in the ears of individuals desperately pretending to be something they aren’t. This is the real contention of the gender-abortions, not that they are being actively repressed or discriminated against, but that other average mundane human beings are invalidating and rejecting their identity claims.
There is a lesson to be learned here even if one casually dispenses with the patent absurdity of broken and warped queers trying to cosplay as exaggerations of the opposite sex. You should be an authentic individual, not an intentional caricature. Beyond being a degenerate and insane sexual-freak, in general, you just shouldn’t be trying to project an artificial identity. As Mark Twain said, “If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.” You definitely won’t need to remember when to take your hormone replacement therapy pills if you can accept that your body is the gender “assigned” to it at birth.
Of course the Great Tranny Circus is now being fueled by the same lackadaisical inept conservative “repression” that gave rise to the Grand Dildo Parade of Gay Acceptance, with trivial bathroom ordinances and talk of banning transgenders from the military by a certain orange skinned arch-bigot making regular headlines. Social Justice Warriors feed on this sort of paper-tiger resistance to their next crusade. Daily reminder, these are the same types of people that turned the baking of wedding cakes into the most pressing social issue of the 21st century. Much as we might want to cheer on anti-LGBBQWTF measures, in practice these are just minor stumbling blocks for the acolytes of Dildolech. What we really need is a leader capable of succinctly stating that gender-abortions are deranged symptoms of a general social decline and don’t deserve any accommodations whatsoever to the rousing support of an audience relieved to hear someone say what we’ve all been thinking. If Germaine Greer can publicly deny the validity of “transwomen”, why the fuck can’t a right-wing political leader do the same thing instead of beating around the bush with lame arguments about medical costs? Why is a British catlady feminist capable of telling the Empress that she has no vagina while rightwing leaders are too timid to call bullshit on the entire transgender identity claim itself?
My fear, gentle readers, is that the decline of Western civilization has reached such a late phase we no longer have the strength or will to fight even the most obviously absurd manifestations of Clownworld. Right at this very moment shitlibs are feeling suddenly patriotic towards troops brave enough to chop their dicks off and take hormone replacement therapy in an orgy of virtue signalling that to my ears sounds like the cacophony of millions of clown-noses honking at once, and where is the counter-attack? Why are there piss-poor milquetoast rationalizations about why HRT is too expensive and negatively impacts military readiness when you could simply point out that there is literally ZERO rational or scientific basis for a man to claim he is actually a woman or vice versa? We have centuries of Western philosophical foundation to build perfectly reasonable arguments on but nobody seems able to articulate that sticking on fake tits and injecting estrogen doesn’t make you a chick.
That’s a bad fucking sign, and our civilization is gonna be crushed to a Barnum and Bailey soundtrack if we don’t do something about it.