‘He Called Me Sir’
June 4, 2024
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Robert Manning writes:
What is most repulsive (a tough call…) isn’t him (he is sad and pathetic), it is the reactions – the soulless capitulations – by the larger population and the immediately self-interested sycophants. No, that’s wrong. They’re not sycophants. They are not particularly insincere and they only think that they gain an advantage by faking it, even when they are so often not faking it. Is receiving a good tip really worth a piece of your soul? For most, keeping your job is.
He is always stuck with himself wherever he is, even as he disappears from the waiters’ world after he pays his check and heads to his next venue. He seeks these perfectly normal, natural and healthy reactions to his disorder in some sort of quest for imagined relevancy and meaning.
This psycho-sexually disordered male has been artificially elevated by the ruling elite AND the careless general population, to a superior, extraordinary social and political status that places him above the truth and shields him against the reality that he must believe that he can actually escape.
Being “misgendered” keeps him relevant. Without it, he disappears and is left alone with himself.
Laura writes:
This video is so over the top that I wondered whether it was a spoof. If so, the actor is brilliant.
Either way, it captures the real thing.
Being “misgendered” keeps him relevant. Without it, he disappears and is left alone with himself.
Absolutely. It’s all about narcissism.
Mr. Manning writes:
I now have a third friend, a dad who recently revealed to me that he “lost a daughter but gained another ‘son’ “.
I had not seen him for quite some time since he moved away. He had to tell me.
“I don’t know what you think about this, but…”
I have no special powers or magic words. I stood quiet, head down, looking at my feet. It was done. He was preparing me. He was asking me to comply? To support his charade? To let him off the hook? To offer him the advice he has already ignored?
I can’t imagine.
My beautiful granddaughter is 3 1/2. She dances, sings and swirls. She’s a bright, happy and healthy little girl.
My grandson is 1 1/2. He takes charge of every space he enters. He’s a head banger. He handles and scrutinizes everything in reach. He tears things apart, dumps over boxes, pulls everything down to his level on the floor. He smiles at it all. He grabs at everything his sister pays attention to. She has various reactions, but often says “that’s okay, he’s a boy”.
Where does that come from?
My son and daughter-in-law worry a great deal about our schools. For good reason.
I have no legitimate familial authority in the lives of my bewildered friends, two dads and one uncle. They are grown men. Too late anyway. All three, now adult females, have already been chemically and surgically mutilated beyond repair.
I said to my son that if either of my grandchildren come home from school indicating the slightest assertion that they must question their sex or sex roles, I am past the age where prison scares me.
