NO DICKS IN THE CUBBY HOLES . . .

Keep Your XY OUT of XX Spaces!

No sane, balanced people in my generation, and then some, including Olympian Bruce-turned-Caitlyn Jenner, will tolerate such utter bullshit as biological males invading biological-female spaces. And it’s especially callous and insulting that the attacks come conveniently disguised as “progress” when in fact they are regressive, setting women back and obliterating their efforts.

Women and girls are being robbed of their rightful athletic prizes and college scholarships¹ or places on pro teams and wins in beauty pageants (that’s what they are, regardless of whether you approve). Top “female” models now have dicks. Women are being robbed of “firsts” in categories across Western culture. Menstruation and childbirth are being minimized, fictionalized: presented as something “men” can do.

No, no you cannot. (And when I spell out a contraction, you know this shit is serious!)

A woman who identifies with the male model of behavior might be fertile and give birth, but it’s a WOMAN giving birth, not a man. No matter how you season your word salad, XY and XX will never change.

If you have read the introduction to Mulligan Stew, then you might recall my lament that I don’t fit neatly into categories. I feel your freak-flag “pain.” But there are some things you need to know.

Being different isn’t something new. Do you really think we old fucks didn’t have homosexual or autistic people as friends, relatives, teachers, or classmates? Of course there were dirtbag bullies trying to harm those who didn’t fit in, but the overwhelming majority of us loved and accepted our differently wired friends and looked out for them. We didn’t need dictates of any kind to do so.

Do you really think that gender dysphoria is something novel? Or that you are the first to have had sex reassignment surgery? Look up Christine Jorgensen, who was born George in . . . 1926! Almost a hundred years ago!

Here’s where the problem lies today, and I can only speculate as to why the generations beginning with, or so it seems upon observation, younger Gen Xers and ending somewhere in Gen Z have ruined being different-but-accepted and getting along with everyone.

The contemporary crop of freak-flag² wavers are selfish, self-absorbed, easily brainwashed, not-bright attention whores. I remind you of Fleccas Talks YT videos that consistently display the utter ignorance of the youth.

“What is a continent?”

“Uh . . . um . . . a state?”

Kill. Me. Now. Because that’s just one of countless rudimentary bits of knowledge and information that they just don’t know.

But I digress: It’s the selfishness, the me-me-me-ness, the infinite parsing and separation of human beings into labels that have brought us to this untenable point. It’s not all their fault that the LOOK-AT-ME set need to be featured, feted, and have the majority kowtow to their minority inclinations. They’ve been inculcated by substandard excuses for “teachers” in our so-called education system.

Generation Jones and older may not be perfect, but we had a different propelling force. As onlookers, we wanted our loved ones to be able to be who they were, in safety, unpersecuted, and our loved ones wanted to be who they were and meld into the rest of society and not be harassed or harmed for their differences and association with other consenting adults. And someone like a Caitlyn Jenner doesn’t want to be the center of attention or “make a federal case out of it,” as we used to say. She just wants to be free to be.

She and other elders like her didn’t become advocates on constant crusades, trying to force the language to cater to them and usurping the spotlight—ironically, stoking continual controversy rather than putting it to bed and just BEING!—and stealing what rightfully belongs to women.

Caitlyn knows that men’s and women’s bodies are different. Women have more fat on them, in preparation for childbirth. Men have more muscle and girth. Yes, there are always exceptions, but overall, that’s the fact, Jack. Even my four-foot-eleven 108-pound late great brother with Down syndrome had to open the pickle jar for me many times.

“If you like your slender fingers, you can keep your slender fingers.” Though I should’ve tied rods with them, as an ironworker, but it’s too late now.

So what would I have done were I a swimmer on the women’s team that Leah Thomas invaded (because he couldn’t compete with other men)? I’d have talked to my girls and said, “There is no team for the penis to compete on,” and convinced them to walk out until Leah was kicked off and the rules were changed to specify that NO biological men, with or sans dick, be allowed to compete in women’s sports, and it’s goddamned crazy that we even have to point that out now in Woke-A-Dope™ world!

Ponder this: Why is there such resistance to forming trans leagues?

Fight back, ladies! It doesn’t mean that you don’t have compassion for those who are dysphoric. It just means that compassion begins at home, with consideration for yourself and no fear in stating that the invasion is WRONG. Hurtful. Disrespectful. And meant to obliterate women in every quarter of society.

Don’t prop up false assertions, either. Let people think what they want to think, but you need not become delusional. Be kind. Be compassionate. But don’t be stupid by arming the enemy in the fight to decimate you.

1. That could be a good thing, considering that colleges in this Woke-A-Dope™ era are indoctrination camps, churning out subliterates unable to think deeply and critically. Better to get a scholarship to a trade school. Your skills would always be relevant: necessary, appreciated, and well paid. You could afford to buy a house!

2. You might take this phrase as an insult. I neither take it nor mean it as such. Stop being overly sensitive. That’s yet another problem. Your feelies aren’t the number one priority in the world. Aren’t you embarrassed to be so needy?