TansGender

The whole TransGender thing has taken a decided route, and it’s wrong! Everyone is screaming about hairly-legged men parading into a girl’s restroom, and diddling the little girls, and while that’s a real possibility, it’s not the real oxymoron that presents itself to the inquiring mind. Obama has attached education funding to this latest assault on common sense. To make school restrooms more user friendly it has been decreed that if said child “feels like a girl” then they are a girl, and may act accordingly. If you like your penis, you can keep your penis. Ok let’s talk law.

Age of consent. Age of consent is a reasoning that says until a person reaches a certain age they are not fully equipped to make certain choices. Things like, smoking, drinking, joining the army, getting a tattoo, voting, and, of course, sex. However, if said child decides to change gender, no problem! Hormone therapy, weird bathrooms, and a president saying, “If I had a son, he’d look like him. . . or her. . . or whatever. While no doctor in his right mind would ever do a sex change on anyone below the age of eighteen, therapy is within the bounds.

Now, let’s talk about percentages. Just how many TransGender kids would you suppose there are in a given school? Well, it’s well below one percent. Now let’s talk money. Please reference this article and note that the free clinic does not give hormone therapy. Poor kids don’t go TransGender. Rich kids go TransGender! All weird, out of place, unusual crap usually comes from people living off of daddy’s money.

Now, let’s talk money. We gots a problem in the skool! Yeah. We really do. Bullying, mass shootings, pedophile teachers, and a system that teaches nothing, nada! And they rely on federal funding. Sooooo, you threaten to take that funding away if you don’t have a cross-dressing station in the rest room and the school conforms. Then Suzie Sweetcheeks tells Bubba (Her football star boyfriend) that TransGender Tony looked at her poodie-poo and Bubba beats him to within an inch of his life. LAWSUIT! Why weren’t there guards for Tony while he was masturbating in the stall while looking under at Susie? See where this is going?

We’re not talking about Target! We’re talking about children at school. I don’t like Target anyway. Hey, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. I wouldn’t mind at all if some hottie drifted into the restroom while I’m taking a pee. But, you see, that’s the issue. Girls aren’t going into boy’s bathrooms, it’s the other way around. We used to have to drill holes in high school to get a peek. C’mon! Don’t we have more to worry about than who squats or stands? Actually, I think this has pushed the American public to the limit.

Now, for a final note. Hypothetical court case. I pick up a sixteen-year-old girl in a bar. (It’s Texas, it happens, deal with it!) One thing leads to another, and of course, she tells mommy. After the obligatory butt stomping from daddy and the cops, I end up on trial, and little Jane gets on the stand.

Prosecutor: Do you know the defendant?

Jane: Yes.

Prosecutor: Did you have sex with said defendant?

Jane: Yes.

Prosecutor: Did he know your age?

Jane: Well, yeah.

Prosecutor: Please state your age.

Jane: Well, my chronological age is sixteen, but inside I feel like I’m a thirty-five year old divorcee, unless it’s Wednesday, and then I feel like a cat.

(Case dismisses) Thank you, Mr. President.