Trans-Everything Mob: When Folks Identify as Brainless Nincompoops
When future historians, sociologists and cultural commentators discuss the death of Western Civilisation, various markers along the way will be highlighted. Certainly one of the major turning points to be noted will be that of the trans-reality brigade, which declared that reality is really whatever you want it to be.
The trans-everything mob are as responsible as anyone for the death of the West. When a man can claim to be a woman, when a Black can claim to be a White, when a man can claim to be a child, then you know madness has fully and fatally settled upon a culture.
Of course the radicals from a half-century earlier laid all this ground work for this. The sexual anarchists of the 60s, such as the radical feminists, insisted that gender is merely a social construct and fully fluid. They insisted that we can be whatever we want to be, since there is no biological reality to deal with when it comes to gender.
So you can be anything you want to be: homosexual today, bisexual tomorrow, heterosexual the next day, a transvestite the next, and so on. There are no limits, because there is no reality. Reality is simply whatever you want it to be.
A defining feature of the new trans-mania is trans-rationality, where heaps of our intellectuals and ruling elites have declared that they have now transcended rationality, and have taken up residence in some looney-tune cloud somewhere. They have effectively declared that they will not be bound by reason, by logic, by rationality or by common sense. Indeed, they have declared reality to be off limits.
They now float about in a mindless ethereal fog delighting in their utter moonbattery. And every day we get another, even more shocking example of this. By now you all would have heard of Paul Wolscht, or Stefonknee Wolscht, as he now prefers.
This 52-year-old Canadian has decided he is now female, and not only that, but he is a six-year-old girl. So he has dumped his wife and seven children and taken up a new “reality”. Says one news item:
Wolschtt had been married for 23 years when she realised she was transgender. She’s now living with an adoptive family, and says she does not “want to be an adult right now”. “I can’t deny I was married. I can’t deny I have children. But I’ve moved forward now and I’ve gone back to being a child,” she said in a video series by The Transgender Project, published by Daily Xtra.
Ms Wolschtt said her wife could not accept her as a transgender woman. She was told to either “stop being trans or leave”. “To me, ‘stop being trans’ isn’t something I could do,” she says. “It would be like telling me to stop being 6ft 2 or leave.”
She now receives support from the Metropolitan Community Church of Toronto, where the congregation is mostly made up of LGBT people.
Another report says that he/she/it is a “committed Catholic”. Umm no, I don’t think so. But he may well need to be committed. The person is in serious need of help, of counselling, of therapy. But he certainly does not need approval, promotion, celebration or attention.
But this madness is, as I said, just the logical outworking of a war on reality which has been going on for decades now. The sexual and social anarchists are waging a war on everything. Of course at the end of the day, reality still stands. These revolutionaries and nutters can declare war on the law of gravity if they like, but guess who wins if they jump off a 10-story building?
This case is of course so utterly crazy that even the homosexual community is in a bit of a tizz as to how to respond. Said one: “As a gay man, the trans narrative was getting bizarre lately but THIS is just ridiculous.” Hmm, I would have to agree!
But there are all sorts of these reality-denying folks. Michael Brown lists a few of the more recent and famous examples:
So, we have Bruce Jenner, woman of the year, the world’s most famous example of transgender identity.
We have Rachel Dolezal, the white woman who identifies as black, a prominent example of being transracial.
Then there’s Jewel Shuping, who blinded herself so her mind could be in harmony with her body. She is now a poster woman for being transabled.
There’s also Gary Matthews, aka “Boomer,” who believes he’s a dog, apparently an example of being trans-species.
And now there’s Paul Woscht, known today as Stefonknee, who “thinks he is actually a six year-old girl—not just a woman, but a six year-old girl—stuck in the body of a 50-something man.”
They all have some deep psychological issues, and, rather than celebrating them, we should pray for them as well as pray for professionals to help them find wholeness. I’m sure Wolscht must have been deeply conflicted and troubled in order to abandon his family and live in denial of his past.
And there’s obviously something terribly tragic about the thought of a grown man wearing a dress and playing with little children all day, while his own children have lost their dad and his wife has lost her soulmate.
So, to repeat, I am not here to mock him but to pity him. Yet I am here to expose the insanity of affirming people’s perceptions, whatever those perceptions might be. The transgender movement is about to hit a wall called reality, and the crash will be painful indeed.
One of the better pieces written on this also emphasises this horrific flight from reality. Carl R. Trueman asks some hard questions here:
If everything else which shapes our identity can now be determined by mere personal preference, why single out age as an exception?… So when it comes to transgender people mewling and puking about how Wolscht is trivializing their cause, let me put this as simply and gently as I can: When you decide that categories of identity are merely psychological and that reality is constituted by language, you consequently have neither the right nor the ability to call a halt to the Promethean process which you have unleashed just because some of the results prove to be distasteful to you and unhelpful to your political cause. Indeed, whining like a bunch of, ahem, six year old girls is not going to help you at this point.
You do not believe me? Then perhaps it is time to call the spirit of Nietzsche’s Madman once more from the grave: You who have so derided any notion of human nature and external authority, do you now have the courage to face the world for whose birth you yourselves were the midwives? You who have “unchained the sun from this earth,” can you now live with the consequences of your own actions – where all things, even chronological age, must surely give way before the will to power? Face the reality you have made, where Mr. Wolscht is the Nietzschean Übermensch – or, to be precise, the Überkleinesmädchen—of the new order.
No doubt opponents will say that such a view will create chaos. Law courts must recognize an age of consent and an age of criminal responsibility; Schools need an objective standard of age to structure their curricula; And it is in everyone’s best interest that one-year-olds are not allowed to drive on the highways or drink Scotch or play in their cribs with loaded AK-47s. Well, yes, of course – but, please, do not shoot the messenger. I have not created the politics of repudiation which drives so much of the Left today. I am merely pointing out that its logic is inexorable.
Those who accept its premises and yet seek to curb its power according to their own tastes are merely so many desperate postmodern Canutes, shouting impotently at the relentless waves of ecstatic nihilism that are even now crashing against the shore.
Still, it is the season of goodwill and I would hate to end this article in such a negative fashion. So let me make a small, positive, and I hope helpful, contribution to the political vocabulary of the New Left. In this age when every micro-identity and pseudo-victim needs some bit of rebarbative sociological gibberish to give credibility to their angry resentments, I offer a new piece of incantatory mumbo jumbo to help us all identify and demonize yet one more species of unacceptable bigotry: Heterotemporal heliocentrarchic transagephobia. This is the irrational, reactionary belief that time is significant, that age is a given, and that those who deny this are idiots, liars, or in urgent need of psychiatric help.
When, twenty years from now (forgive the heliocentrarchic heterotemporalism of that phrase), the U.S. Supreme Court magically finds the right to transageism in the Constitution, then remember, folks, you heard it here first. You’re welcome.
In a world of such mindboggling madness, I too am tempted to resort back to a six-year-old – but maybe a six-year-old bottle of vintage port. After all, I am free to identify with who or whatever I want, am I not?
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