If such a wacko came around my house I am pretty sure my dogs would bite them and then lick their butts to get rid of the taste.
I am kind of drawn to calling them: ze/zhe/zit
My pronoun is “Your Majesty”
If I ever get into a discussion with one of these people/things, I think I will insist on my preferred, nay REQUIRED, pronoun be BULL. Either that or STUD.
Humor can be the best way to deflate these idjits.
The real game for the left is choosing your own pronouns and then getting in a childish fit when people actually use them.
Like Carlos Maza formerly of Vox who called himself a lispy queer and getting outraged when Steve Crowder used those same pronouns for the self described lispy queer.
Or when Chris Cuomo got upset over “Fredo” when he previously called himself Fredo...
Why don’t we simpliy it and call everyone “It.” And “You.” As in, excuse me, you, is this your whatever?”
So... listen ‘you’! I will use whatever word derived from my drill sergeant’s lexicon, and ‘you’ will like it, or I just might get ‘medieval’ upon thy carcass!!
You probably can, but what if you guess wrong? Isn't that some sort of prejudicial aggression? Oooooooh.
If it were me being informed of this...
“Wuzzat you said? You don’t want to be called mister? Okay, I shall call you “nitwit”. Or “idiot” ... I’m good with calling transgenders either because they describe you lot so perfectly.”
Then walk away.
sounds like a game show “Gueeeeees their pronoun”
I got a business email from some person in San Francisco last year which listed their preferred pronouns in the footer. I wrote back with the observation that was rather cute. Heard back from them, nor did any business with them.
it / that / that’s
A woman in my workplace is apparently changing her identity from woman to “non-binary”, complete with a name change to boot. Don’t know yet whether she’ll be demanding some sort of bathroom accomodation. So after years of calling her X, we’ll have to somehow start using another name, and no longer refer to her as “she/her”, elsewise we’ll be subject to a gender discrimination claim. Whew boy, here we go!
The homosexual propagandists have used the very same tactic in urging and convincing adolescent young men who might have had a same sex urge to immediately tell their parents they were “gay,” - to make themselves identified in the immediate world as “homosexual,” so that there they would be perceived that way by the immediate world and there would be scant chance of their ever recanting their statement in their new “community.”
Making students declare “their pronouns” is a slight variation on the same diabolical scheme. Once they’e said it (that they “are” neither just plain male or female), there will be little chance in the age of fast and wide communications and databases of people and institutions of going back on that coerced “check the box” selection, given that their institution, their parents, in short the world now knows them to have said they are that way. Once they are forced to cross someone else’s ad hoc Rubicon, there is no going back for them. They’d be seen as liars and cowards if they tried to change their minds.
“he/him” “she/her”. All others can choose from d******d or a*****e
hmmm. Looking at other writings by the author, here’s an interesting related one:
https://www.americanthinker.com/articles/2019/06/reality_is_not_an_option.html
Reality is Not an Option
By E.M. Cadwaladr
Recently, my local morning news channel aired a story about a body discovered in a city park. Sadly, that’s not especially unusual. I was still a little bleary from having just gotten out of bed, so I don’t recall many details. I think they said the body was aged thirty or so, but I remember very clearly that they said it was the body of a man. I remember this because, being of a cynical turn of mind whenever I am conscious at all, I asked my wife — “How do they know it was a man?” My wife ignored me, of course, either because she was asleep or because she knows a rhetorical question when she hears one. So, I put it to you: In a world in which gender is a characteristic entirely at the whim of the individual – how does one determine the gender of a corpse?
Does a corpse have the gender it thought it did when it was alive, or does it cease to have a gender when it ceases to have the power to choose one for itself? To echo the old philosophical wheeze about the anonymous tree falling in the anonymous forest, if a person dies in a park and no one is there to recognize and celebrate (its) gender identity – does it even have one?
Progressives have choked the Western world nearly to death with just this sort ontological goo. Let us suppose we see a statistic that claims that women make less money than men for the same work. Since the state of being male or female is purely at the discretion of the individual, then it would appear to the logical mind that discrimination by gender must also be, in a way, at the pleasure of the victim. After all, if you’re a woman you are entirely a woman by choice – your mere physiology having nothing to do with it. To avoid discrimination, why can’t one just self-identify as a man during working hours, and be a woman, or whatever fantastic gender one prefers, in one’s spare time?
You may call me “sir,” “sahib” or “b’wana,” your choice.