No this is not a joke. This is happening in your country. Right now. The Roman orgies and decadence seem tame in comparison to what is happening in our declining empire.
Via Goodbye America (in a photo)
TRANZWEAR – FOR YOUR CHILD IN TRANSITION
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Dear God, no. This HAS to be a joke, right?
I’m rapidly reaching the point of just turning it all off. I haven’t allowed TV in my house since my first child wad born 17 years ago. Now, it looks like the internet is next.
It’s just getting to be too much. No matter how I try to avoid it, I’m visually assaulted with sick crap I didn’t ask for – headlines, ads, scrolling news updates, all of it either commentary on the latest over-the-top ineptitude of this government, or some outrageous social engineering bullshit implicitly backed by same.
I get so fed up there are times I swear I could tear a phone book in half. I know I’m not alone. There has to be a large contingent of people “just done” with this b.s. – yeah, I know, that’s what Trump and Sanders supposedly represent, but I’ve reached the point where I realize nothing is going to change it until it implodes under the sheer weight of it’s own id-driven, asinine hubris.
Nothing to do but get out of the way and let it.
Backtable….TV only allows propaganda, a one-sided dog and pony show; the Internet allows for all viewpoints, which one needs to evaluate any subject.
The big problem today are the hordes watching only TV news or listening only to radio on a biased station, like NPPR (Pravda Radio).
Sometimes I feel like I live in a box and have no idea what is going on out there an all the fucked up shit that is happening all around us. I look at stuff like this wit my mouth agape, really? Do we really need this crap?
-Moral decadence always indicates the last phase of a civilization’s collapse.
The remains of which are then taken over by some lesser civilization that has a stronger moral core regardless of its other shortcomings.
Must be nice, all you fuckers who are soooooo knowledge about all things that you can decide how everyone should live. Shoot your wad all over this:
guess all you fuckers who are just sooooo certain ’bout things just gonna have to die off… I certainly have no hope of changing anyone’s mind. For my choice, I’ll chose this little girl who has to deal with this very topic.
However, ’tis a little young
oops, that was me, forgot to identify myself.
M111ark, performing irreversible surgery on a physically normal minor is child abuse in my book; I wouldn’t pay for a tattoo for my kids, no frickin’ way something like the above.
m111ark: Personally, I find this to be perverse, especially for 4 year old girls. That said, I won’t be doing anything to stop it. No, contrary to your accusation, most of us who find this perverse are not trying to decide “how everyone should live.”
Rather it is the LBGT crowd and its followers that are guilty of that. The “tolerant” LGBT crowd and its followers told us that gay marriage would have no effect on us straight people. Tell that to Aaron and Melissa Klein, owners of Sweet Cakes By Melissa who were fined $135,000 for refusing to bake a cake for a lesbian couple. They subsequently had to close their business over this. They were subjected to boycotts, pickets and even death threats from the “tolerant” LBGT crowd. So, who exactly is trying to tell whom how to live? I know, I know I must be just another “hater” that just doesn’t get it. I need to buy into your line of thinking, or just “die off” as you say. Right? How tolerant of you.
This could be a good thing…………….
Let the strongest and smartest humans survive in the future, let the weak and stupid phase themselves out by transitioning their females into non reproducing trans-males. Just means less stupid people in the future.
We should be cheerleading them out of their existence. I’M TIRED OF STUPID !!
Now you know why queers are so hot on adopting children, as well as becoming politicians, military officers, school teachers and scout leaders.
All things considered, like the illegal invasions of other countries with it’s accompanying war crimes, torture, etc., and not leaving out the domestic agenda of corrupting Western Civilization and genociding the White Race, I’ve come to the conclusion that ‘Murika! stands alone in it’s unigue brand of evil. We have long since left Red China, the USSR, the Nazis and the Romans in the dust. We are a nation unlike any other nation before this and I feel that it’s impossible to compare 2015 ‘Murika! with any other empire in history in it’s debauchery, murderous actions, and eager self destruction.
I’m 63 years old. I’m gay. I’ve always been gay. I really don’t care about other people’s predilections or peccadilloes.
But the TranZwear site is absolutely disgusting.
VegasBob
Yew mean gay as in stickin other men’s genertals in yer bung hole? That’s disgersting.
A man dressed as a woman telling pre-teen girls they might not really be girls is progressive.
A man dressed as a man telling pre-teens girls they are dressing like a whore is oppressive.
Fuck you m111ark.
@m111ark
The reason I say Fuck You is because you honestly don’t seem to grasp what sort of people are creeping in through your butchered interpretation of compassion.
Strength is facing our demons and making them obey your will… not unleashing them on children so we can feel “normal”.
Reality does not forgive denial. There is always consequences. The laws of physics are not subject to a vote.
VegasBob
Is yew one uh them classy gays that just has good hygiene and irons his clothes every day or are yew one uh them grizzled homos that cruises public parks lookin fer any random anus that presents itself?
Look fuckers, the world is changing, you don’t like, I get it, I’m not too crazy about it myself, but at least I know what the problem is, and it’s most definitely not trans-anything… nor is that some kind of indicator. I’ll agree that things be fucked up, but, that’s what happens when radical change begins to have it’s way with us humans. Get used to it because we’ve got another 1000 years of radical change to look forward to… but then, as those who want to know know, all that change will usher in a Golden Age, so hike up ur britches and take it like a man ’cause shit got to break to make things better.
And that’s what’s gonna happen!
@m111ark
They are being setup for a fall.
I would say that I can’t believe this crap, but I find that yes, and I’m not surprised. This world gets sicker every day.
FYI, they’re not actually dildos. They’re floppy prosthetics so FTMs can wear pants without an obvious empty space and to ward off dysphoria. They also work for kids who have been victims of botched circumcisions. It’s as innocuous and non-sexual as wearing a training bra or a prosthetic limb. Transgender kids should have every option available to them to make them feel more comfortable/less dysphoric while staying safe. Who are these kids harming by wearing prosthetic penises anyway? In my opinion, prosthetics are MUCH safer than having these children get irreversible sexual reassignment surgery at a young age. Simply not treating gender dysphoria isn’t safe either, as so many transgender youths commit suicide (which gives them zero chance to reproduce, which isn’t so great if you’re trying to keep the white race from going extinct).
There are also new fertility preservation options for young people who do choose to get hormones and surgery as teenagers (similar to the interventions used currently to preserve the fertility of kids with cancer). So, there’s no reason why this should cause the extinction of the white race. If anything, people worried about white extinction should be advocating for these kids: encourage parents to seek fertility preservation for them before the kids start hormones (which true transgender people often do), to tell their kids about safe temporary solutions like prosthetics as an alternative to jumping into surgery too soon, and to put kids who say they’re transgender on hormone blockers rather than straight up sex hormones so they have some time to decide whether they’re really transgender or not before causing such profound and often irreversible changes to their bodies. Kids on blockers may find they grow out of their gender non-conformity and decide they don’t want to take sex hormones after all– in which case they are simply taken off hormone blockers and they undergo normal puberty. Similarly, a kid who decides they aren’t transgender can simply stop wearing a prosthetic!
Basically, you might not like transgender people, but you must see that short-term interventions like silicone prosthetics and hormone blockers are less dangerous than having these kids get surgery and hormone treatments so young. And these temporary fixes are also much better than simply allowing the kids to become suicidal.
I haven’t had a lot to say about this whole transgender shuffle.
I still don’t have a LOT to say, except that yesterday, in a brave effort to turn this log home into a fashionable country home, I traveled about a hundred miles to the great river city of Cape Girardeau, where the Limbaugh Law Firm guards the light at Broadway and Kingshighway, ensuring only the best sort of visitors dare venture onto Broadway to go see the enormous seawall paintings on the great Mississippi.
After making my rounds (there are a few people I visit when in the huge metropolis founded by Girard), I got to the business at hand: window treatment design and purchasing.
Now, you boys sitting here rolling your eyes at what I just wrote about my mundane shopping trip, turn your drooling maw toward the nearest window and tell me if there is something about that window you really hadn’t noticed before. Something that seems to belong and makes the window seem more attractive? Or maybe there are closed blinds or heavy embroidered draperies sealing off the morning’s sunrise instead of tassles or ruffles.
Or maybe there is NOTHING on it except for some dust, a candle someone tucked on the ledge because they are too lazy to put it away and that damned hornet that has been trapped between screen and glass for two weeks that I wish to God would die already. In which case, you know exactly why I had to get to “the Cape” and buy curtains.
There is still an actually shopping mall in Cape Girardeau, Missouri. And, it appears to have all of its anchor stores, although seeing “Discount Clearance Furniture” warehouse style store as an anchor where rows of recliners and sofas line a 10,000 foot floor stacked with tables, chairs and assorted bedroom furniture seemed odd. The good old JCPenney is still there, although I discovered there have been some changes there as well.
I had planned to visit my Mennonite friends and hire one of the fine seamstresses in that community to make custom draperies and window treatments for me. In fact, one of my wall hangings is being quilted there now and I planned to pick up my quilting and purchase the fabrics for the windows right there on site. But with the strange happenings in the world and the economy, I decided that if the SHTF in the next couple of months, I wanted to be able to close the curtains on those windows and enjoy the 96.7% heat efficiency of 8-inch wide oak logs solar kiln-cured for 6 months covered with a 1.5 inch layer of sub-roof on pressure treated trusses held in place with two 10-inch square oak beams with 6 inches of blown insulation filling the hollow space on the interior of the sub-roof between the rafters and studs.
It is a fortunate woman who is able to be “on site” for the preparation for (basement digging, well drilling, road building and gravel spreading) and final construction of the home she plans to live in for the rest of her time on this world. From the first days we talked about doing this crazy thing until the day when I pulled out of our suburban home in greater Oklahoma City behind the wheel of a U-haul truck full of our stuff following Nick driving the 4×4 pulling a trailer full of more of our stuff, we set our standards high and aimed for the fence.
The absolute beauty of living in the suburbs of the sticks, as my husband so wittily described our land purchase location to a coworker years ago when we bought the acreage, is that you really can turn the rest of the world off. Our kingdom literally becomes bounded by fence-line in desperate need of repair, but visibly demanding that intruders stay out with the universally recognized strips of plastic in a color purple that will justify your shooting someone who is violating the unspoken order of the purple tape: STAY OUT. And in this country hick community, people value their property and privacy more than just about anything, and they do not violate one another’s right to be left alone without a damned good reason.
Originally, I wanted to have a sign made for the gate that said “If you are welcome here, you know it. And, if you have to think about it? You are not.” But, my husband convinced me that being a wise-ass publicly when I don’t need to didn’t make sense and I settled for Private Drive, No Trespassing and We Don’t Call 911.
And with the home centrally located on the acreage, with wooded areas blocking visibility from the road or fields nearby, our privacy is what most people could only fantasize about. The tax assessor issue was annoying, but just like with anything I’ve ever had to argue about, learning what the facts are is really the best weapon to have in hand. I stopped by his wife’s office at the courthouse (remember? HE isn’t the assessor. His wife is the elected assessor, but she just drives him around the county snooping to see who might have a new car or a new building on their property. She sits in the car. Because she’s a fat-ass who for some reason has some sort of background that makes her “electable” in this county) and I mentioned to her that it was “crazy, but I thought your husband was the assessor when he came out on our property looking around for stuff.” I laughed it off as if I wasn’t threatening to take the issue OVER her stupid hick head, but she figured it out. I got a new tax assessor letter a week later validating our property taxes had not changed and asking for us to report any changes to her office. I don’t think they will be back out here seeing if we built a goat shed, but the fact that the tax assessor can indeed come onto our property to validate, verify or do ANYTHING they need to in order to tax us on things we decide to purchase with the money we have scrimped and saved all of our lives is obscene.
So, armed with the knowledge that it is illegal for her damned husband to come onto our property snooping for her, it is NOT illegal for her to come onto our property to “assess” the taxable value of what is visible to her naked eye. [Apparently, there were some tax assessors that got creative with telescopes and binoculars.] But, after an unexpected visit from another local do-gooder wannabe who was on my front porch face plastered to the window to see the interior of my home until I came around from the barn, I decided it was time for some curtains on my windows. And I didn’t want to wait for months for them to be handmade. This place is going down and soon.
So, JCPenney is where you go for off-the-shelf curtains and blinds. There are some decent stores that sell a variety of window treatments, but honestly, JCPenney, in my memory, is the top of the line. Sears had decent stuff once upon a time, but it was functional. JCPenney sold housewares with both function and style. So, to close out the world from staring in my front windows and deciding whether or not to tax me on that $3000 Lladro Nick bought for me in Spain twenty years ago when I was young and hot, I bought all the curtains I need to be able to maintain my privacy (or a good semblance thereof.)
But, that really isn’t what brought this whole episode to mind. It was that there was a TG salesperson who was breezing around the household decor section in some kind of off the shoulder shirt that kept slipping off hisher shoulder to reveal a tattoo on hisher nipple that looked like a rosebud. I had the older saleslady helping me thank heavens and her assistance was invaluable, helping remind me of the need for sheers that I could get cheaper at Wally World and helping me select a good sturdy curtain rod instead of some of the decorative, but useless crap that is out there. But, every time heshe would come to the desk area, I couldn’t help but make the comparison.
The first time I’ve been in a JCPenney in years and I got to see exactly the dilemma we moved here to avoid: The traditional saleslady of my youth — helpful, knowledgeable, of great service to the customer being shoved aside for a freak show in an off the shoulder getup, false eyelashes and the reddest lipstick I’ve ever seen on a man.
Eyes are the windows of the soul? Gonna need some curtains.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cape_Girardeau,_Missouri