After 8 years of Obama it is hard to imagine a mental illness or perversion the left doesn’t like. And try as they may, a male deciding they are a woman or the other way around is a mental illness. Clearly. I am not a shrink but it is not difficult tell that a guy that thinks he is a chick is sick. Now before the liberals try to brand me an intolerant bigot, a term I embrace for myself, let me just say that I really don’t give a rat’s butt what or who you do in private. What two (or more) consenting adults do in private are not my concern. And as long as you leave children and animals alone, I say “go for it”.
Where I become intolerant (or a bigot depending on your perversion) is when I am forced to pretend that a mental illness or delusion is OK by me. Or when people of obviously higher moral standing than I object to participating in a business transaction that runs contrary to their religious beliefs.
That is where I turn from ambivalence and become intolerant.
You see, if a baker does not want to bake a wedding cake for a gay wedding, they should be allowed to refuse service. After all, it is no different from the left, who support all stripes of perversion, refusing to sell Trump Wine or Ivanka clothes. Tolerance is what the right exhibits when Trump Wine flies off the shelves after the left issues a boycott fatwa against it. Or when Ivanka’s shoes and clothes climb to #1 on Amazon after the left declares a hissy fit.
If you do not like something or someone, you are free to shop elsewhere. Gays can go to a pizza shop that welcomes the business. Or have your cake baked by a gay baker. Because God knows I wouldn’t eat anything that I forced someone to cook against their religious beliefs. I don’t even send food back if it is cooked wrong because there is a pretty good chance the re-fired rare steak that I ordered medium will contain a special saliva sauce. Or worse. No, when it comes to food, I believe whatever the chef believes.
And the same thing applies to forcing me to pee with some “questioning” asshole that doesn’t know if they are male of female. Dude (or Dudette), you are sick in the head. Do this. Go in a locked room by yourself – preferably at home – and drop your drawers. If you have an “innie” you pee in the Ladie’s room. If you see an “outie” you are good for the Gentleman’s room. (And for those of you still questioning, I am not talking about your belly button.)
I can’t pretend that the female at the urinal beside me is a man any more than I can pretend that the omni-directional spray she is getting all over the men’s room isn’t wet. Or gross. Go to the bathroom that matches your plumbing. “Don’t Tred (or Pee) On Me.”
And then there is the thought of “Chester the Molester” with his 5 O’clock shadow and hairy back sauntering into the little girl’s room in a pink strapless sundress for a cheap thrill. Let me just say that should this happen while my granddaughter is the girl’s room, I am highly likely to give you a free gender reassignment surgery that will clear up your mental condition once and for all and remove all doubt.
Calling a mental illness a “sexual orientation” is absurd. Sexual Orientation is plumbing based. Anything else is either a personal preference, a mental illness or abject stupidity.
But remember, I am only a full on intolerant bigot when you force me to accept mental illness as normal. If you think you are a bird, should we let them “fly” off a roof? No! But if it comes down to making me pretend that “Chester the Molester” with his 5 O’clock shadow and hairy back sauntering into the little girl’s room in a pink strapless sundress is normal, that’s not gonna happen.
So thank you President Trump for bringing back sanity to America and tossing Obama’s pervert inspired Executive Order.