Not going to happen. There are too many John McCain’s in congress (opposite of progress).
They all want to reach across the aisle and show that they are inclusive.
Obama ripped America apart and my butt still hurts.
I just can’t believe that devious statist prick Bill Kristol calls himself a conservative - and the media allows him to do so.
Love American Spectator!
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.
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. …Well done, Kristol. That bit of foot-in-mouth posturing confirms that you worship debased human government, especially above God.
The queers, trannies and various permutations thereof constitute what, 2 - 2.5% of the population? Let the RATs have ‘em!
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.
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.