I’ve just read about a book, intended for children, entitled My Princess Boy. It’s about a boy who likes to wear dresses and tiaras, and his name is not Ed Wood. “He’s a Princess Boy,” says the cover blurb.
I have also read that this book is now available in countless public libraries, just waiting for children to pick it up and learn a whole new ideology.
The book, we are told, is “Inspired by the author’s son…” You mean, rather than gently and patiently correct the child, some mother–one can hardly believe there is a father in the picture–managed to wrap her mind around the little boy’s innocent penchant for trying on girl’s clothes, and on that basis, assigned to him a permanent status as a …whatever? I say innocent because little children simply don’t know any better.
Ooh! You must be a biggit and a hater!
I don’t care what you call me and I don’t care who you are. Go ahead, anybody out there who wants to try–explain why encouraging transgenderism in children is a good idea. I’d just love to hear your reasoning (if we can call it that).
At the very least it is a sin against the children; at the most, a sin against the human race; and at all events, a sin against God. Male and female created He them.
I shudder at the thought of the monsters that would be produced if sinful human beings had the power to create themselves.
