I was about to start writing yet another post on the liberal agenda pushing transgender propaganda down our throats, feeling pretty sick with what I had just read.
I didn’t, because… life! Nothing spectacular - we just decided it’s too cold indoors (central heating not running yet), so we’d be better off going to a park and get a bit of sunshine. Doing normal stuff - and I wandered if, by paying too much attention to the crap peddled by MSM, we’re not slowly poisoning ourselves?
I left home pretty disgusted with the state of the world, as I found it painted online, only to discover that the real world is as normal as it’s always been.
What's more normal than a boy reading on a bench?
Nobody struggling with gender dysphoria or being suddenly offended by something - just people hurrying home, teenagers out for a walk, babies been taken to the playground, dogs, bikes. Simple everyday life.
The ‘ground-breaking’ series about the trans kid? The woman taking her granddaughter to the play area doesn’t seem to be bothered about it and when they went by I saw the little girl was wearing a headband with flowers on it, probably her Grandma had put on her hand, because in the real world Grandma has no fear of assuming the child’s gender.
Or a granny cooing over a little girl?
It’s a strange feeling for me, as I am not the most positive person in the world - to put it mildly. Just the other day I was writing it would be wrong for us to ignore the globalist agenda with it’s myriad of hashtag movements. Yet, instead of wasting so much time trying to debunk their stupid propaganda how about fighting back by going on with our lives as if nothing happened. I have come to the conclusion that by arguing with them we’re giving them exactly what they want. Publicity. Because bad publicity is still publicity as we all know. Constantly writing and talking about the gender ideology we end up acknowledging as a real concern in our society.
As a child, I was taught that if I see a drunk man on the street or anybody acting funny I should give them a wide berth and not engage in any sort of conversation. They’ll sleep it off eventually and I would have saved myself an unpleasant experience.
Maybe we should use this technique with all the loonies out there. See them for what they are, give them a wide berth and go on with our lives.
Something like the confrontation in 'Se7en' between the cop (Brad Pitt) and the serial killer (Kevin Spacey) convinced his murders are for the greater good of the world and his crusade will be remembered forever, much like the SJW out there.
The trans series I did not rant about today, 'Butterfly', premiered Sunday night on ITV to glowing reviews from the MSM. My daughter was wondering whether I should watch it before writing about it. My answer was No! On second thoughts, Still No! I already know who is making such moives - some fucking T-shirts!