Yesterday, I guy I know made a post on Facebook complaining about the Texas House voting recently to strictly define what a man and a woman is. The definition is based on the reproductive organs a person is born with. He wasn’t in favor of it.
Now, as you know, I seldom engage with loonies on social media. It’s rarely an enjoyable experience. But, part of the reason this country is in the mess it’s in is because reasonable people don’t speak up.
So, I replied and told him that I was 100% behind Texas on this issue. Another guy replied and said that the gender dysphoric people in Texas represent about .003% of the population and most Texans don’t give a fuck about things like preferred pronouns.
Then the original poster asked if those people don’t matter because they’re not part of the majority.
My reply was that they matter, but we should be giving them the mental health help they need and not reinforcing their delusions.
His reply? “I’m not asking anyone to live like me. Why do you think others should live like you?”
Of Course They Do
I don’t know if this guy thinks he’s a woman or not. Last time I saw him in person was about five years ago and he looked like a dude then. But, I know that since then he’s had at least one car accident and sustained some pretty serious brain damage. So, it’s possible that he does believe he’s a woman. It’s also possible that he was talking generally.
In any case, his reply is a common comeback whenever someone dares question anything to do with the rights of dysphoric people. And if it were true, we’d probably all get along.
But it’s not true. And that’s the problem. He’s correct that no one is asking me to live like them. I’m being told I must live like them.
Not the whole chop off my dangly bits living like them. But I’m being forced in other ways.
Let me give you an example.
An Opportunity to Fail
Last week, I received an email from the City of Santa Barbara. They’re looking for someone to run their IT/Data department, and they thought I might be a good fit. The email said they were interested in talking with me if I was interested in the position.
Really? Can you imagine me working for a government agency in California?
On paper, I look like a great candidate and check all the boxes. Well, maybe not all the boxes. Because I’m pretty sure they don’t have a “straight white guy” box.
But if we ignore the DEI/woke boxes and consider only the skills and experiences required to do the job, then…yeah…I check all the boxes. Or at least I check enough of the boxes for them to want to talk with me.
On paper, it looks like a pretty good job. It has lots of responsibilities and comes with a salary of around $200K per year. Sure, those things are great. But there’s that little detail that I’d be working for a city government in California. Which would suck.
But I guess there are a couple of reasons why that wouldn’t matter.
The first reason is that they’d likely do a search of my social media accounts and find my blog. There’s no way in hell they’d hire me after reading some of the things I’ve said.
The second reason is that, if I did get the job, I probably get fired before lunchtime on the first day. The reason for that is because, when it comes to idiots and idiotic things, I don’t have any fucks left to give.
My Coffee Wouldn’t Even Get Cold
Unfortunately, the employment laws in California are full of idiotic things and were obviously written by idiots. So, the length of my employment by the City of Santa Barbara would be measured in minutes.
I’ve been working remotely as a software developer for the last few years. Most days I don’t have to deal with anyone. It’s great. And it’s pretty easy for me to fly under the radar. But in a management position, I’d be expected to enforce company policies, and the policies of the State of California, regardless of how idiotic those policies are.
Earlier this year, I received a packet of documents employers in California have to post for all employees to see. For on-site workers, these are typically found in the break room. You know, the ones you’ve walked past a thousand times but never bothered to read.
At my current job, because I work remotely, I had to download a packet of 22 documents and then sign a form indicating that I have read and understand them.
I Remember When…
A very long time ago, there was just a single OSHA poster. But these days, companies are expected to display enough posters to paper the entire break room.
The OSHA poster is still there, but now it’s joined by posters about, among other things, discrimination, sexual harassment, whistleblowers, pregnant “employees” and the rights of “transgender and gender non-conforming” employees.
It’s that last poster I have problems with. That’s the one that will quickly get me fired from a job with the City of Santa Barbara. Specifically, the bullet that says California considers it “harassment” if I don’t use someone’s preferred pronouns.
I’d be fine as long as I didn’t have to deal with any “transgender and gender non-conforming” employees. But the first time I’m expected to remember that a dude who calls himself “Justine” wants to be referred to as “she/they”, well, you might as well have security escort me to the door right then and there.
Like I said, I wouldn’t make it past noon.
Be Inclusive…Or Else!
Which is sort of ironic since on one poster, California prohibits discrimination, but on a different poster they have no problem discriminating against me simply because I have a firm understanding of basic human physiology.
Technically, I don’t have to comply. Unless, that is, I want to keep my job. I’m not talking about the job with the City of Santa Barbara that I don’t have. I’m talking about my real job. You know, the one that pays the bills.
So, you see, I’m being coerced into falling in line with the Liberal “trans” agenda.
Now, I don’t know about you, but I don’t think that sounds like someone not forcing me to act more like them.
That’s just one example. There are many, many more. In fact, it’s hard to find something associated with the dysphoric agenda that doesn’t impact someone else’s life. I don’t think it’s possible to find something the dysphoric people are forcing on us, that doesn’t have a negative impact on someone else.
I obviously have a lot more to say on this topic.
However, to keep this a reasonable size for you to read or listen to, I’m going to do something different and cover this topic in two parts. Stay tuned for the second half. Same bat time. Same bat channel.
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