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Wednesday, July 5, 2023

Why Are They Laughing At Us?

 




A US Cyber Command Major was suicidal and depressed until he became "Rachel." Now "she is living her truth and is no longer battling depression or suicidal thoughts," says army.mil. The DOD gushed on Twitter, "Her journey from battling depression & suicidal thoughts to embracing authenticity inspires us all."

Oh yes, so inspiring and what authenticity. Leaving aside the US Army's cadre of suicidally depressed, overweight Majors, what's authentic about this? How is "Rachel" a warrior or even a soldier? It's obviously too fat to fight, get off my square, you're tilting it.




And a woman, an authentic, chromosonal, womb and ovaries woman, as in "science." Well no, not that, but drugs and scalpel can produce a blasphemous parody of the same. So how is "Rachel" a woman any more than a soldier? Because she says so and the Army pathetically agrees with this overweight, bulging-out-the-camo rainbow officer.

Authentic? Clearly truth has no meaning here. It's all, to put it politely, a matter of opinion and this, gentle readers, slides swiftly and with gay rainbow abandon into tyranny; truth, says Caesar, is what I make it. Which in this case is a vastly overweight Major attempting to fit into his already loosely fitting uniform whilst pretending he's a soldier and a fat woman.




No wonder the world's laughing at us, GloboHomo, and why would it be that the US Army is suffering a recruiting and retention crisis. Magnum mysterium, but don't worry, all you serfs, they'll draft you, male, female and in between to fight for the love rainbow of authenticity. 

What a hideous, bloody, authentically killer thing that'll be. You see, they're all about death - we build, they destroy. That in mind, the Unicorn's a vicious beast and its disguise, transparent as it is, is growing yet more thin.

There'll come a point at which the mask is off and we'll stand up and be counted. Mark my words. In the meanwhile, the world laughs.

Money on the Monkey and Devil take the hindmost, what?

Ave,

LSP