Transgenderism, the Emperor’s New Clothes

the big lie

E = MC2. Energy equals mass times the speed of light, squared. This is one of the most famous formulas in the world, illustrating special relativity. It shows that energy (E) and mass (m) are interchangeable; they are different forms of the same thing. The theory of special relativity explains how space and time are linked for objects that are moving at a consistent speed in a straight line. One of its most famous aspects concerns objects moving at the speed of light. Simply put, as an object approaches the speed of light, its mass becomes infinite and it is unable to go any faster than light travels. This cosmic speed limit has been a subject of much discussion in physics, and even in science fiction, as people think about how to travel across vast distances. And now for something completely different…..

There’s another form of special relativity, actually more of a disease, which human beings manifest to varying degrees. I call it “you don’t understand, it’s different for me…” Most of the time, this phrase is the outward expression of rejection of objectivity, denial that what is real for most others applies to you, justifying a lack of effort, and fostering the expectation that, since you can’t change or accommodate reality, the world must change to accommodate you. As I have explained in previous posts, your biological sex is the very first thing that the world outside of you notices about you. It’s even apparent in an ultrasound taken before birth. It’s inescapable whenever you look in a mirror. “You don’t understand, I feel like the other sex.” How can you know what the other sex feels like? “I meant, I don’t like, or I don’t want to be, the sex that I appear to be.” That too shall pass, unless…..

If you are gender confused or conflicted, by the magic of this kind of special relativity, others around you demonstrate their obeisance to your feelings, or your statement of your feelings, and arrange drugs and surgery to to “transition” or “transform” you into the sex you think you want to be. But it can’t stop there, because the rest of the world isn’t in on the game, or whatever it is. Changing your appearance isn’t enough, because ignorant saps who knew the biological you will not be fooled by a mere change of appearance. Every time they call you by your original name, or refer to you using the pronoun of your biological sex, it reminds you of the pure subjectivity of your feelings. Even worse, the world is full of ignorant saps who stare at the “transitioned” you, not sure how to address you, or describe you, and even more ambivalent about sharing a bathroom with you.

Therefore, they all need to change. The problem with that formulation is that if they don’t want to accommodate your mental illness–for that is what hatred or disgust for your natural, biological sex is–either they must be forced into affirmation, or you must get help to understand and triumph over your pathology. Perfectionist Progressives, the chattering class, the Mediated Reality Establishment, Democrats…..have the resources to force or pressure affirmation. The rest of us will, hopefully, resist.

Resistance isn’t about harming you, it’s about loving you, which is getting you the help you need. Forcing affirmation of your pathology is about demonstrating the power to control the majority, shaping their opinions through creating a new vocabulary: deadnaming, transphobia, trans-exclusionary, transgender pronouns like Xe, Xer. Forcing affirmation of your pathology is about demonstrating the power to control the majority: threats, trolling, doxing, getting people fired from their jobs for using male and female pronouns….

This demonstration of naked power reminds me of the fable, The Emperor’s New Clothes, is a short tale written by Danish author Hans Christian Andersen, about two weavers who promise an emperor a new suit of clothes that they say is invisible to those who are unfit for their positions, stupid, or incompetent – while in reality, they make no clothes at all, making everyone believe the clothes are invisible to them. When the emperor parades before his subjects in his new “clothes”, no one dares to say that they do not see any suit of clothes on him for fear that they will be seen as stupid. Finally a child cries out, “But he isn’t wearing anything at all!” 

We all need the innocence of that child, unafraid of what others think, especially when they clearly don’t.



Author: iamcurmudgeon

When I began this blog, I was a 70 year old man, with a young mind and a body trying to recover from a stroke, and my purpose for this whole blog thing is to provoke thinking, to ridicule reflex reaction, and provide a legacy to my children.

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