This year’s Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue is the first to feature a fake woman on its cover–a man impersonating a woman, but they call it “transgender” and you’re supposed to “celebrate” it… or else.
I am not going to reproduce that cover. Here are three dinosaurs instead of three swimsuit models who actually all look like they’re the same person (only one of them’s a man who says he’s a woman).
SI brags that the three sex objects–oops, I mean “models”–on the cover “are all different!” No, they’re not. Yeesh. We were just writing about robots an hour or two ago, and here are three alleged humans who might as well be robots.
Yes, I hear you: “C’mon, Lee, don’t be a prude, show us the cover!” But in fact the cover’s no big deal: you’ve already seen its like a thousand times. The only thing different is that one of the “women” is a man (pray for his mother). They look like they came off an assembly line.
How great a weight of perverted idiocy can we pile on our civilization before we flatten it?
Yeah, it seems all these transgender kids are popping up all over the place–neglected children who get packed off to a private school to get them out of mommy’s hair will say or do just about anything to get attention–and they get miffed if you call them “girls” or “boys.”
So now, just as Michelle Obama once proposed to feed children ‘Smores with no chocolate or marshmallow in them–remember that?–the UK is going to have girls’ schools with no girls in them.
What are they going to call them from now on? Bipeds? No, that excludes children who identify as dogs. Organisms? Nope–that lets out kids who think they are inanimate objects such as sofas or tennis rackets.
How much more of this can we take before our whole civilization collapses?