Let the Dems Be the Transgender Party

The other day, Bill Kristol, sounding like a spokesman for the ACLU, decried the theism of Donald Trump. “In America the president doesn’t tell us who or what or whether to worship,” he harrumphed on Twitter after Trump merely said that Americans worship God above government.

To these Americans, the Dems lift up their middle finger and declare them “intolerant.” This gives Trump an enormous political advantage. With very little effort, he can pick off uneasy religious voters in the center while pulling down almost all of them on the right.

Trump’s thankless recovery of common sense shows once again that conservatism is too important to be left to self-appointed conservatives. Had the rank-and-file listened to these frauds, Hillary Clinton would be president, her boot would lay on their necks, and the military would be building statues to “Chelsea” Manning.

It is humorous to hear Edmund Burke-quoting “conservatives” peddling such pitiful liberal prattle, all while informing us that Trump isn’t a “real conservative.” Are they? As far as I can tell, most of them support the gay agenda, hold wishy-washy views on most contested cultural matters, support open borders, and second the propaganda about Islam as a religion of peace. And now they are even championing the bogus rights of cross-dressers in the military. These hawks are shocked that the commander-in-chief would command his generals to choose military strength over political correctness! How dare he.

Unlike these phonies, Trump doesn’t clear his throat with classical tags. He doesn’t make nerdy, self-conscious references to the “conservative movement.” But who cares as long as he is restoring common sense to the government? Without common sense, without respect for the natural order of things, “conservatism” is useless. It is just destructive liberalism at a slightly slower speed.

The classicists whom the Wills and the Kristols so pretentiously quote would have recognized the perennial conservatism in Trump’s common sense. They wouldn’t have recognized it in the me-too liberalism of the Never Trumpers.

Trump’s uncomplicated defense of common sense is nothing if not conservative. He doesn’t need “commissions” to tell him whether or not enlisting men who pretend to be women and women who pretend to be men hurts military readiness. Anyone with five senses and a functioning intellect can see that it does. It is only under the vast experiment against common sense that is liberalism could such obvious truths fall into disfavor.

Of course, the stupid party is joining the evil party in this experiment against common sense. And so a host of Republicans, along with pundits like Kristol, threw a wet blanket over the ban. According to this confederacy of dunces, Trump is making a grave political mistake. The Dems naturally agree and have announced to the press that they “welcome this culture war.”

Even West Virginia’s Joe Manchin, in a measure of how extreme the party has become, participated in this PC posturing. The Dems are forevermore the party of compulsory transgender bathrooms and taxpayer-financed mutilations.

All of this avant-garde nonsense may translate into higher vote totals in California and New York, but it will make it easier for Trump to expand his reach in the Rust Belt.

In a time of terrorism, the American people are not going to punish at the polls a commander-in-chief for insufficiently prizing political correctness. If anything, the hidden Trump vote will increase. Perhaps most parents don’t want to say this out loud, but the onslaught of transgender propaganda scares the hell out of them. They don’t want their sons to grow up to be mutilated “women.” And most taxpayers don’t want to pay for this grotesque delusion.

I have the solution for the transgender scam.

Put all the boys who want to be gals and all the gals who want to guys in one room, together.

Put the boys wanting to be girls on one side and the gals wanting to be guys on the other.

Now give all the guys wanting to be girls plastic one time use knives and all the gals wanting to be guys one of those little super glue tubes.

Now as soon as the guys wanting to be gals cut it off with the one time use plastic knives the gals wanting to be guys, scoop them off the floor and glue them between their legs.

End of problem.

FOOLPROOF GENDER IDENTITY and LAVATORY QUALIFICATION TEST!

Designed for those unfortunate individuals still confused as to their gender,
this simple test will assist with that vital, possibly life-changing decision.
Can be performed at home in any climate.
THE TEST!
If there were snow on the ground and you stepped outside,
COULD YOU WRITE YOUR NAME IN THE SNOW?
If you are capable of performing this intricate feat, UNIQUE TO MALES, or even come close,
PLEASE USE PUBLIC FACILITIES LABELED “MEN”.
If, however, you cannot even attempt this remarkable feat, and normally SIT or SQUAT while urinating, PLEASE USE THE FACILITIES DESIGNATED “LADIES” or “WOMEN”.
THANK YOU!
(This message provided by the millions of American citizens who are FED UP with insane distractions of this sort by renegade and out-of-control, bureaucrats, leftists and courts, the obvious goal of which is the total and absolute destruction of any remaining common sense standards en-route to a totalitarian command tyranny.)

This “problem” may even extend to the animal kingdom.

When deer hunting season opens, I have a question. If I bag a buck, but I only have a doe tag, can I claim that the buck wasn’t really a buck?

I mean … maybe he’d always wanted to be a doe, but with no choice of his own he was born with the physical attributes of a male.

And yet … on the inside he’d always known he was truly a female.

I’m just wondering if the game warden will buy it, because society and the Supreme Court does.

Let the Dems Be the Transgender Party

George Orwell had them pegged as nuts and kooks nearly eighty years ago.

"The first thing that must strike any outside observer is that Socialism, in its developed form is a theory confined entirely to the middle classes. The typical Socialist is not, as tremulous old ladies imagine, a ferocious-looking working man with greasy overalls and a raucous voice. He is either a youthful snob-Bolshevik who in five years’ time will quite probably have made a wealthy marriage and been converted to Roman Catholicism; or, still more typically, a prim little man with a white-collar job, usually a secret teetotaller and often with vegetarian leanings, with a history of Nonconformity behind him, and, above all, with a social position which he has no intention of forfeiting. This last type is surprisingly common in Socialist parties of every shade; it has perhaps been taken over en bloc from. the old Liberal Party. In addition to this there is the horrible — the really disquieting — prevalence of cranks wherever Socialists are gathered together. One sometimes gets the impression that the mere words ‘Socialism’ and ‘Communism’ draw towards them with magnetic force every fruit-juice drinker, nudist, sandal-wearer, sex-maniac, Quaker, ‘Nature Cure’ quack, pacifist, and feminist in England. One day this summer I was riding through Letchworth when the bus stopped and two dreadful-looking old men got on to it. They were both about sixty, both very short, pink, and chubby, and both hatless. One of them was obscenely bald, the other had long grey hair bobbed in the Lloyd George style. They were dressed in pistachio-coloured shirts and khaki shorts into which their huge bottoms were crammed so tightly that you could study every dimple. Their appearance created a mild stir of horror on top of the bus. The man next to me, a commercial traveller I should say, glanced at me, at them, and back again at me, and murmured ‘Socialists’, as who should say, ‘Red Indians’. He was probably right — the I.L.P. were holding their summer school at Letchworth. But the point is that to him, as an ordinary man, a crank meant a Socialist and a Socialist meant a crank. Any Socialist, he probably felt, could be counted on to have something eccentric about him. And some such notion seems to exist even among Socialists themselves. For instance, I have here a prospectus from another summer school which states its terms per week and then asks me to say ‘whether my diet is ordinary or vegetarian’. They take it for granted, you see, that it is necessary to ask this question. This kind of thing is by itself sufficient to alienate plenty of decent people. And their instinct is perfectly sound, for the food-crank is by definition a person willing to cut himself off from human society in hopes of adding five years on to the life of his carcase; that is, a person but of touch with common humanity.

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