“There’s no basement at the Alamo.” – PeeWee’s Big Adventure
“I guess we’d better turn over our guns.” – No Texan Ever
In 1836, Colonel William Travis surveyed the situation. It was grim. He was surrounded. His troops were outnumbered. He was out of deodorant. Defeat was certain. The information his messengers brought back was clear – there would be no rescue. With this certain death in mind, Colonel Travis addressed the defenders of the Alamo:
Colonel Travis: “We must die,” he began. “Our business is not to make a fruitless effort to save our lives, but to choose the manner of our death. We can surrender and be executed. We can attack and be butchered. Or, we can remain in this fort, resist every assault, and to sell our lives as dearly as possible.”
Travis then drew a line in the dirt with his sword.
Colonel Travis: “I now want everyone here who is determined to stay here and die with me to come across this line. Each man-”
Captain Triggered: “Or woman.”
Colonel Travis: “Or woman, to come across himself-”
Captain Triggered: “Or herself.”
Colonel Travis: “Or herself. Furthermore, every man-
Captain Triggered: “Or woman.”
Colonel Travis: “Why don’t you shut up about women, Captain, you’re putting us off.”
Captain Triggered: “Women have a perfect right to play a part in our movement, Colonel Travis.”
Colonel Travis: “Why are you always on about women, Captain?”
Captain Triggered: “I want to be one.”
Colonel Travis: “What?”
Captain Triggered: “I want to be a woman. From now on I want you all to call me Loretta.”
Colonel Travis: “What?”
Loretta: “It’s my right as a man.”
Davy Crockett: “Why do you want to be Loretta, Captain Triggered?”
Loretta: “I want to have babies.”
Colonel Travis: “You want to have babies???”
Loretta: “It’s every man’s right to have babies if he wants them.”
Colonel Travis: “But you can’t have babies.”
Loretta: “Don’t you oppress me.”
Colonel Travis: “I’m not oppressing you, Captain Triggered, you haven’t got a womb. Where’s the fetus going to gestate? You going to keep it in a box?”
(Loretta starts crying.)
Davy Crockett: “I’ve got an idea. Suppose, Colonel Travis, you agree that Loretta can’t actually have babies, not having a womb, which is nobody’s fault, not even the Mexicans, but that he can have the right to have babies.”
Jim Bowie: “Good idea, Davy. We shall fight the Mexicans for your right to have babies, brother. Sister, sorry.”
Colonel Travis: “What’s the point?”
Jim Bowie: “What?”
Colonel Travis: “What’s the point of fighting for his right to have babies, when he can’t have babies?”
Davy Crockett: “It is symbolic of our struggle against Santa Ana.”
Colonel Travis: “It’s symbolic of his struggle against reality.”
I’m just waiting for his next movie: Walker, Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
This week another line was crossed. Like the Alamo, it was really just another custody dispute in Texas. Unlike the case of Santa Ana versus 3,000 crazy Texans, the custody case was about a real child, rather than a typical Texas divorce or Oklahoma tornado – where in either case someone loses a mobile home.
If you haven’t heard about this case, it involved a seven year old boy.
This particular seven year old child has been the subject of an ongoing trial that gathered national attention, and with good reason. The child is a boy. The father attempted to gain full custody of the child because the mother saw him liking the movie Frozen and wanting to dress like the main character. I have never seen the movie Frozen. Perhaps if Frozen was written by Matt Bracken (LINK) and starred a bunch of Soviet-era tanks, I might have been interested.
But this boy who likes Frozen is seven. I recall when I was seven. I wanted to be an astronaut, exhibiting a desire to dress in a helmet and coveralls, and pretending a plastic M-16® was a laser. Ma and Pop Wilder, being concerned, took me to a psychologist. The psychologist suggested that they transition me from the real M-16© that I kept by my bedside to a laser pistol and launch me into orbit at the earliest opportunity. The psychologist explained that I had astro-dysphoria, which could be treated before I reached puberty though gravity blockers.
I now identify as Tyler Durden. But so do several people.
Okay, that didn’t happen. But there was a kid in my class who played with his sister’s Barbie™ dolls. Even in second grade we made fun of him for that. Last time I saw him he wasn’t playing with Barbie© dolls. He was playing nose guard for their high school football team. What would have happened if he was seven in 2019? I think he might have been given a dozen needy housecats and a barrel of chardonnay.
But a jury in Texas (Texas!) ordered that the mother get custody of the “trans” child so the mother could raise the child as she wished, which included “transitioning” the boy named James into a girl named Luna. Included in the order was that the mother had full authority to give the boy hormone blockers as he approached puberty to suppress him becoming more manlike as puberty hit.
Keep in mind, Silence of the Lambs was a horror movie, not a “how-to” manual.
On Thursday (10/24/2019) it appears sanity prevailed. The judge in the case overturned the jury verdict and awarded the husband joint custody – in this case the mother cannot make sole medical decisions about James. The boy’s father hailed it as a victory, but the judge also issued a gag order – neither party can talk any more in the media about this case. This may be the last we hear about James until he’s 18. More about that gag order later.
The one time the jury voted to acquit me, it was great! I got to keep all that money!
I did not sit in the jury box. I’ve often been reluctant to criticize juries because I wasn’t there as the evidence was presented. I wasn’t there to hear the testimony, to see the people involved in the case.
In this case it doesn’t matter: I will criticize mercilessly, like a hungover, sleep-deprived Viking named Jen Vilder in the depths of a nicotine fit. 11 out of the 12 jurors, who voted to allow the mother to turn a seven year old boy into a girl, are monsters.
Each of them.
The point of principle is very strong here – as a society we simply do not allow seven year old children to make life changing decisions.
- We don’t allow them to drink booze.
- We don’t allow them to vote.
- We don’t allow them to drive.
- We don’t allow them to get tattoos.
- We don’t allow them to own guns.
- We don’t allow them to have ear hair.
These laws are in place because society rightly realizes that seven year old children have the brain capacity of a slightly mobile houseplant. I have ice cubes and ribeye steak in my freezer that are older and wiser than your average seven year old child. Children are malleable – Marx knew that. Stalin knew that, too. Stalin said, “Education is a weapon, whose effect depends on who holds it in his hands and at whom it is aimed.” This is nothing less than an attempt to devastate an entire generation and demoralize a people.
I speak from the experience of raising children, from being involved in youth organizations, and adopting “a few” random seven year old children from the Wal-Mart© parking lot. I have never met a seven year old capable of writing a letter to Santa that would get past the screening Elf, let alone making decisions that could lead to permanent deformation and infertility.
I hope this doesn’t make you Claustrophobic.
I’ll throw this in here: if you’re an adult, and want to pretend to be a female? I’m not sure I care. It appears that this just might be a gimmick for guys to dominate both male and female athletics. It’s not like women are transitioning to men to become a linebacker for the New England Patriots® – they can’t, because there’s no real affirmative action for football – society takes football seriously.
I have, however, heard that the latest complaint of the trans community is that it’s transphobic when lesbians won’t date trans women. Yes. Let me restate the complaint – trans people think that lesbians should be forced to date people with guy parts.
Frankly, that amuses me.
“Hannah” took “her” team to a world championship. Yay!
It’s wonderful when the Community of the Woke has to deal with the consequences of Wokeness, and tries to explain that men can have periods and women can drive well. As long as I don’t have to believe it, I can take a Monty Python® view and wait for the trans community to argue that, even though men can’t have periods, they have the right to have periods.
Genius!
It’s fine to watch adults ignore reality – watching a man that has transitioned to being a woman play rugby with actual women is amazing – it shows that before long that trans women will conquer all of sports. Biological women? They can stay home and make sandwiches, I guess.
But kids are different. Drag queen story hour at the library? Wow. That wasn’t a thing since Weimar Germany. And we all know what happened after Weimar Germany (hint: it rhymes with “Mitler”).
The remaining part of this story that bothers me is the gag order. Sure, it’s in the best interest of the kid. I’ll agree to that. But if dad loses custody? If Dad, who gets to see his son 56 hours a month loses the next court battle and his mother transitions him to “Momma’s little girl”? We won’t hear about it because dad can’t talk about it. And that . . . could be a travesty.
Colonel William Travis drew a line in the dirt in the Alamo. The consequences were simple: step over that line, and fight side by side with Travis, to the death if need be.
But a different kind of line was drawn in Texas this week, a line that is so profound that it should shake every reader to the core. What bothers me, and what should bother you the most about this case is that it wasn’t the dictate of a crazed bureaucrat or judge. No – in this case the judge was the sane one. 11 out of 12 jurors in the Lone Star state voted that a seven year old boy should be allowed to become a girl, is a sign not that society is collapsing, it’s a sign that society has collapsed.
I’m thinking that in Modern Mayberry, that wouldn’t go over very well.
Texans? Stand up. The line you have held dear has been crossed.
How long will you stand for it?
Hold the line.
On the other side? Madness.
