Crude…I know. And not just the drawing. But the topic was raised by your president, The Pee Pee Prez. OK…I understand how we all are expected to fall down and do obeisance whenever anything pertaining to homosexual life or persons is mentioned, but these guys who claim confusion regarding their gender whenever their bladders reach maximum elasticity don’t really seem to fit into that now special category. I mean, they aren’t getting gender reassignment surgery (ouch…it hurts just to type that phrase). They don’t seem to be wearing skirts and heels. They aren’t lilting and lisping. They’re just lurking. In the Ladies Rooms across The Land of The Free And The Home of The Brave.
For some reason an interview with General Jaruzelski (I have forgotten the correct spelling…besides the guy is dead by now), a Polish General propped up by the Ruskies and who administered martial law that descended over Poland back when Lech Walesa was creating havoc through trade unions in Poland a few decades ago. (Please note that history is kinder to good guys and spells their names correctly. Maybe.) Once in an interview Jarzooski was asked about the people who were at odds with the commie government then running things into the ground in Poland. (For some reason the Katyn Forest Massacre always popped into mind.) General Jaroozingsky noted that the obviously mentally unhinged dissidents were mostly musicians. (Being an Art major myself, that rings a loud warning bell for me.) But the General didn’t detect any nodding assent and agreement from his questioners, so he explained. Jarsilsky again emphasized the musical tendencies of the dissidents and then noted (and this was the clincher for me, anyway….) “we don’t even know if they are good musicians.” (I’m not making this up. It really happened. It wasn’t/isn’t often that a commie tyrant can make you fall down laughing.)
The General’s analysis is a real and substantive objection to the inclusion of Ladies Room Lurkers in the already overprotected class of homosexuals. (A brief side note; When was the last time you threw a brick at a homosexual? Or even looked askance at one? I knew you’d say that. “Never.” Right? Ok…OK…so why the extra protection? I mean…it’s all so confusing now. I’m afraid I might be violating some guy’s Constitutional Rights if I don’t give immediate assent the next time I’m strolling along and hear the following emanate from a dark alley…”Hello, sailor.” The next thing you know I might be in Court having some Constitutional lawyer (trained by Obama…well…probably not by Obama…) disparaging me for my basic insensitivity and denial of the Alley Guy’s civil rights.
And while we’re not actually on the subject of judicial activism…let me note that every time some activist judge puts pen to paper, it costs somebody a lot of money. The higher the court, the more costly the pen stroke. I know activist judges are trying their best to protect us from the nefarious folks among us…like…bakers…and who knew the horribly corrupting influence these apparently innocuous tradesmen have had on society since the invention of cupcakes? I was oblivious. All I ever focused on was the pastries. How myopic of me. I smell a little flour, sugar, eggs and milk cooking and I lose all sense of social justice. Ever vigilant, now. That’s my new motto.
So, back to the simple prima facie analysis of General Jarwhat’shizname, “we don’t even know if these [Ladies Room Lurkers] are good… [homosexuals].”
This is the kind of silliness we get subjected to when liberals/commie/socialists/Clintonistas are allowed any input in the public discourse of the day. Confusion …and women having to strain their bladders.
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