I got run over and left for dead by the Brave New Clown World 8 years ago. By the time everyone was trying to figure out how to reason with these new, childish militant social justice warriors, my family had already fallen apart and I thought it was the end of the world.
But... goof grief... folks, I think I got off lightly. Can you imagine being a parent that is getting dragged through the wringer by the New Breed of sexually disturbed cultural warriors obsesses with their crotches? I saw this one going round over at Blab and my heart went out to folks that don't deserve this.
Someone posted this in an Anti-Trans Rights group on Telegram.
It's brutal truth:
"You will never be a real woman.
You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Men are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed men to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even trannies who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a man. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected axe wound.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a man is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably male.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back."
Why do people do stuff like this? Why should a parent or other family member have to suffer through it?