“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.
John – – Once again you set the story with hysterical history.
Hope my article/email arrived in time to add mirth to the madness (or maybe it was madness to the mirth).
Got to me right as I was writing. Still need to test the smoke . . . maybe we’ll give a field report?
“Drag queen story hour at the library? Wow. That wasn’t a thing since Weimar Germany.”
And then, for no reason at all, the German people went mad.
Yes, for no reason at all. Shocking.
Texas, J-Dubya? What, are you reading my email or something?
We are right now, even as I write this, arranging a remote closing on the purchase of a second home for my bride and me down in San Antonio, a mere stone’s throw from the Alamo. (Which, BTW, is not located on some desolate stretch of tumbleweed-strewn Texas desert, but right in the very heart of downtown. First time I saw it from the back seat of a cab as we crept through the big city on the way to the Riverwalk, I exclaimed, “Oh, look! They put a replica of the Alamo right here between a Starbucks and a Sonic!” Presumably the Alamo pre-dated both of these.)
But, yeah, its sad what has quickly become of the formerly reliably-red Lone Star state, and I blame millions of carpetbaggers from the coasts (like us) for that. I was likely the only Trump voter in my town here on Lawn Guyland in 2016, but now that there are at least two of us, things are looking up, here.
But not there. I am already suffering a little buyer’s remorse, having read the news lately from down Texas way. Those visions of cattle skulls and ten gallon hats, six-shooters and dead Mexicans have given way to the very real anxiety over not knowing which bathroom I am supposed to use (and who I might find loitering therein). They used to say that as California goes, so goes the nation, but I think that with Cali permanently sunk and just waiting for the Big One to effect that secession they so desperately crave, Texas is the new bellwether.
Thanks to my incompetent two-fisted typing, I managed to swap vowels in that last line and learned that ‘Texas’ is a mere dyslexic stagger-step from ‘Taxes’.
Prophetic?
Perhaps prophetic. But mainly property – those are high. I, too, was surprised to see the Alamo was just right in the middle of everything. I even heard that the Texas Historical Commission wanted to stop calling the Alamo defenders “heroes” because it was an opinion. They backed off.
For now.
One of my friends works for Texas A&M, one of the last bastions of toxic masculinity, where manly men do manly things. He recently told me, “It’s all gone Communist…except the Corps”. I was curious and looked into that. What my friend said is not much of an exaggeration. The diversity and inclusion crap has gone wild, they have “Allies” whose official duty it is to defend the LGBT crowd, and many of the profs are indistinguishable from Georg Lukacs…and they’re not even in the Sociology or English departments.
What I had to wonder is what happened to men that they would permit this to even happen. If it were my boy, I don’t care what my ex-wife said or what a judge said: one would disfigure and poison my son only over my dead body. In the most literal sense.
This whole fiasco would have been unthinkable just a few years ago. The idea of letting a woman decide to transform her son into a “girl” would have gotten someone locked up. Now we are required to pretend it is normal and something to celebrate. If me from ten years ago met me right now, he would think I was a deranged, Ted Kaczynski level lunatic. The mindset of millions of people across the political spectrum has irreversible been changed and the once unthinkable is starting to seem not only reasonable but inevitable.
I really don’t see how this ends any way but badly.
Yup. More on that today. But I would NEVER have thought it would have come to this.
Good tongue-in-cheek article. I do disagree with the photo caption about juries. As a former Peace Officer I would urge ALL of your readers to NOT avoid jury duty. Think about the principle of Jury Nullification and how one juror might have prevented an abomination such as this from taking place. As we descend further into madness and the soap & ballot boxes become irrelevant, the only stop-gap left before we pick up our cartridge boxes is the Jury Box.
We are witnessing a slow-motion train wreck/traffic collision. It has been coming for many years, starting with(as some opine) the Con-Con in Philly. The watershed was the War of Southern Independence and it has been downhill from there. Amerika will continue its slide into the moral/social/cultural abyss. The only brakes left on this speeding train will be an “economic correction.” And when that happens, we will go full Weimar/WROL and a lot of scores will be settled. Bleib ubrig.
Some places, NOT disclosing you believe in Jury Nullification is illegal. I’m not going to jail for some idiot whose case I’m on. And it isn’t like I didn’t leave an electric snail trail to my thoughts on the subject. And even if the jury does its true duty and stops this crap, what about higher courts ignoring that ( or similar “fixes” )? No, I think its best we stick to our own knitting and stock wheat and ammo.
Sir: So, you stick to your knitting until another “Jury” outlaws stockpiling and sends the Black and Tans to take what you have. I cannot concern myself with what the black-robed Druids of the Appeals Court system will do. I am old and do not have a lot to lose at this point in my life. I would like to think that if I go down I would not roll over and capsize, but rather sink on an even keel with all guns firing. If you and yours can weather the coming storm and build anew after the chaos, more power to you. God Bless.
If I knew what jury nullification was, I would certainly disclose that. As it is, I would certainly vote only on the merits of the case.
I’m with you. Haven’t made it onto a jury yet, but for sure haven’t tried to avoid it. If/when I do, I’ll do my duty, which may or may not correspond to a judge’s instructions.
Jefferson would agree . . . not that he would know anything.
That really was a joke – I’ve really been excited to stand for jury duty each time I was called. But each time? Either the trial didn’t happen or they didn’t need any jurors at all. Modern Mayberry doesn’t need all that many jurors.
Nullification? Like Thomas Jefferson wrote about, like has been the right of every juror in history? Nah, never officially heard about it.
The mother, allegedly a medical doctor, should have her license suspended on the grounds of mental incapacity and psychotic delusion.
That a court did not decide, prima facie, that her desire to alter the unalterable gender of her born son to satisfy her own perverted wishes was clear and unassailable proof of psychotic dissociation from reality, is a measure of how far civilization has sunk from whatever day was its golden arc.
It’s Texas: she should be taken out and hanged by the neck until dead, or at best, confined to a mental institution for the balance of her natural life, for near a decade of psychotic child abuse.
Should the father execute sentence, he should be sentenced to 4 hours of community service raking leaves, and then set at liberty.
Sentencing the son to a dysfunctional life for the delusions of the mother has to rank as Reason #3,087 why all Child Protective Services workers and family court judges should be eradicated, preferably with flame throwers and machetes. Televised, if at all possible.
And just FTR, any court systems in which women were ruled against 98% of the time, like men are in family courts nationwide daily since forever, would be the subject of a federal lawsuit, found guilty of de facto discrimination, abolished, and a requirement and consent decrees entered into at the federal level requiring any future court find within 1% of 50/50 between men and women in all custody cases henceforth in perpetuity, or be de-certified and declared moot on the spot.
WHY ISN”T THAT THE LAW OF THE LAND?
WHY HAS NO ONE BEEN STRUNG UP FOR THIS TRAVESTY?
With this sort of “justice” doled out for decades unchallenged, I find it hard to argue against anyone who would undertake to kill plaintiff, their counsel, and the judges there pro-actively, on grounds of self defense, and get off with nothing harsher than discharging a firearm within city limits by way of criminal retribution.
Perfect comment. These courts have been ravaging the American family since “no fault” divorce became a thing.
Aesop, I think you’ve drawn the line very well. It’s one we should all cross.
…and the ghastly psycho is a PEDIATRICIAN, for God’s sake! She insists that the public call her “Dr. Anne”, and she takes care of middle-class kids in the DFW metroplex.
Parts of Texas make Washington State look conservative, but we plan on enclosing those parts with moats, fenced areas with rabid pit bulls, and sniper outposts every 1000 feet. It’s all we can do, since the liberal pandemic was introduced in 1962. We have future plans or these areas, but I’ve been sworn to not reveal these plans.
You can tell me. I can help with the concrete and hot sauce supply.
Rumor has it the boy (not girl) wanted to rename himself, Starfire, but the mother wouldn’t let him and decided on Luna. How ironic.
It’s not a rumor! I looked it up – Starfire is a cartoon character. Seven year olds have a great grasp on reality.
Experimenting on little kids and no-one can stop it. What an evil world.
Very well said. And evil is real.
I loves me some humor, and I’m resolutely silencing the scold-y part of me that wants to demand, “What’s so damn funny?” I don’t like that side of me.
But I do have to say that my heart aches for that poor little boy, abused and failed by the so-called “adults” in his life. What a f-cked-up world we have made, or allowed others to make. Shame on us.
Me too. I had this written (in my mind) as a zero humor piece. I was really, really mad. Then the judge showed a bit of sense, so I softened it. It still is a tragedy – and the reason I write. If I can bring people over to rationality by baiting with humor, I win. It’s what’s really important to me.
In all seriousness, what role models do boys have? Homer Simpson? There are many ways to be male, but the ones that show up on TV are either athletes or buffoons. Maybe some of them would rather grow up to be women than male-buffoons. On the other hand, a man of my acquaintance went through a stage of thinking he was actually a woman, but eventually came to accept that he was “just a gay man”. I can’t understand any of this, from my “cis-gender adult male” perspective, but age 7 is way too young to interfere with physical development.
Not to mention that divorce can bring out the crazy in people.
It can. I hit the “role model” question in Monday’s post. You’re right (as usual).
Maybe one reason crime is low now when everything is illegal is because no one calls the police anymore.
If feeding the homeless is illegal and you feed the homeless, are you going to call the cops?
A new twist for the wife to “get back” at the husband. Instead of the usual shoot the kid, just do the slow death of chemical poisoning to the child – with almost the blessings of a screw loose jury. Funny that the couple picked Invitro for pregnancy and had the option for a girl or boy. Why not make the decision upfront versus the destruction of a little boy.
Curious about the jury were they all of the alphabet group that starts with “L”. Hats off to the one (# 12 of the jury) who stood on common sense ground.
Soap box issue – moral decay of the American way of life is in your face people. Where will you stand with that line in the sand?
Exactly. Well said.