Skip to comments.Laverne Cox Is Not a Woman
Posted on 05/31/2014 9:23:51 AM PDT by mojito
...Regardless of the question of whether he has had his genitals amputated, Cox is not a woman, but an effigy of a woman. Sex is a biological reality, and it is not subordinate to subjective impressions, no matter how intense those impressions are, how sincerely they are held, or how painful they make facing the biological facts of life. No hormone injection or surgical mutilation is sufficient to change that.
Genital amputation and mutilation is the extreme expression of the phenomenon, but it is hardly outside the mainstream of contemporary medical practice. The trans self-conception, if the autobiographical literature is any guide, is partly a feeling that one should be living ones life as a member of the opposite sex and partly a delusion that one is in fact a member of the opposite sex at some level of reality that transcends the biological facts in question. There are many possible therapeutic responses to that condition, but the offer to amputate healthy organs in the service of a delusional tendency is the moral equivalent of meeting a man who believes he is Jesus and inquiring as to whether his insurance plan covers crucifixion.
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Mrs. Garrison: Hello doctor, looks like I need an abortion. [sits on the chair and puts his feet on the stirrups]
Doctor: ...an abortion?
Mrs. Garrison: Yeah, I’ve got one growing inside me. Now, are you gonna scramble its brains or just vacuum it out? [a nurse arrives and her jaw drops] ...If you want you can just scramble it and I’ll queef it out myself.
Doctor: Mmister Garrison-
Mrs. Garrison: [correcting him] Mrs. Garrison.
Doctor: Mmrs. Garrison, you can’t have an abortion.
Mrs. Garrison: Don’t you tell me what I can and can’t do with my body! [gets up, goes to the nurse, and hugs her] A woman has a right to choose!
Doctor: No, I mean you’re physically unable to have an abortion, because you can’t get pregnant.
Mrs. Garrison: But I missed my period.
Doctor: You can’t have periods either. [Mrs. Garrison looks surprised] You had a sex change, Mr. Garrison, but you don’t have ovaries or a womb. You don’t produce eggs.
Mrs. Garrison: [sits down] You mean, I’ll never know what it feels like to have a baby growing inside me and then scramble its brains and vacuum it out?
Doctor: N-that’s right.
Mrs. Garrison: But I paid five thousand dollars to be a woman. This would mean I I’m not really a woman. Ih, I’m just a... a I’m just a guy with a mutilated penis!
Doctor: Basically, yes.
Mrs. Garrison: ...Oh boy, do I feel like a jackass.
Who the hell is Laverne Cox? Is it a new Obama appointee?
Ironic last name
Just a few years ago, who would ever have imagined we would one day live in a country like this?
When cartoons have a firmer grasp of reality than half the country, the country is in mighty big trouble.
I wasn’t going to go there...
Celebrate diversity! Celebrate decadence! Celebrate cultural suicide!
Freaking brilliant parody. It is good to take the subjectivists to task for their mangling of reality.
One has either XX chromosomes or XY. Female or male. Nothing in between. What one thinks oneself to be won’t ever change that.
“An effigy of a woman but not a woman”. Well put.
Maybe he/she should have changed that as well. I nominate: Knocox
There was a freak who ‘converted’ and played tennis. I think the name was Reneé Richards. That was in the 70s/80s but I do not know if the hesh/thing ever made the cover of Time.
In a true disaster type scenario, these people are walking meltdowns waiting to happen. Imagine a situation leading to a shortage of required drugs and hormones that maintain said transey’s fascade. Now imagine their mental state as their true natural state begins to overcome the artificial suppression via said drugs and hormones. As reality intrudes their mental state becomes more fragile until it collapses entirely. Anyone who doesn’t acknowledged the severity of the impact that hormones make on the human mental condition either isn’t old enough to have experienced life or is in complete denial of reality. The left is always the latter and it poses a severe risk to everyone around them.
The PC mandate in this society forces people to act against their nature. If, for example, someone insisted he were Napoleon, it’s doubtful that journalists, politicians, friends and family would address him as “Your majesty,” much less try to force others to do the same. Rather, help would be offered or recommended.
Yet when someone we are told to call a “transgender” decides he’s a she, all concerned automatically adopt the new pronoun.
And nobody even suspects that maybe its the ones surrounding the lunatic who are the crazier ones in encouraging the delusion.
Abraham Lincoln was right when he said that you could call a dog’s tail a leg, but the animal would still only have four legs.
I like that. “Diklus’ might work as well.