Weir Only Human
We’re living through a strange era, one in which logic and reason has been turned on its head, forcing us to view the world through the lens of the seriously deranged. These insidious distortions of reality come in many forms, but, in this instance I’d like to address the issue of gender. A mere few decades ago, who would have imagined that one day we’d be told that there are more than two genders? After a few million years of evolution describing a male and female as the necessary ingredients for a continuation of the human (and non-human) species on this planet, we are now instructed to learn that there have been many other genders hiding in the shadows.
Far be it for me to tell anyone who they should claim to be at any given moment, but, claiming to be something or someone that you’re not, can only work during a masquerade party, at an audition for a movie role, or as part of a con game. Unless we want to lose our grip on reality, we should always keep in mind that there’s a natural order to the Universe. Yet, it’s tough to keep an orderly mind when one’s cerebral cortex is constantly inundated with some frivolous science made up of whimsical proclamations from politically-correct politicians and social theorists. It’s one thing to fall in love with someone of your own gender, since that still recognizes the fact that there’s only two.
On the other hand, if someone decides they’re a member of a third, fourth, or tenth gender, there may be some serious counseling needed. I write this with all due trepidation in this brave new world in which self-satisfaction is paramount, and infidels are targeted for destruction. Nevertheless, how much more absurdity are we to accept as the typical eccentricities of a complex society? When the Mayor of New York City wakes up one morning and declares that there are no less than 31 genders, it’s way past the time for some of our country’s leaders to challenge him. After all, it’s not as though this was proclaimed by a street urchin, high on some mixture of mind-altering drugs and posting his bizarre exhortations on a graffiti-filled wall.
De Blasio is, arguably, the Mayor of the most prominent city in the nation. What troubles me most is that there are no local or national voices with the courage to publicly denounce this ludicrous drivel and call for a return to sanity, a time when we could distinguish the differences between men and women. Isn’t moral clarity vital for a civilized society, based on religious principles? Not only did the mayor create a list of what seems like LSD-inspired sexual categories (i.e., gender-bender, gender fluid, non-binary and the ever popular, drag king), his far left Commission on Human Rights made it illegal to use any of those 31 categories improperly.
Furthermore, anyone who does so in public is subject to a fine of up to $250,000. Moreover, the commission warns people to use the correct pronoun when addressing one of those “genders” and apologize if you use the wrong phrase. Anything I write from this point on will certainly put me in the crosshairs of those who have never witnessed an aberration they didn’t willingly embrace. Nonetheless, in the interest of rational reasoning, shouldn’t we be pushing back against this fanatical violation of common sense? Call me unsophisticated for not wanting to blithely concur when told that there are 29 more genders in my orbit that I was unaware of.
How could I know about them if they never existed until we entered this new age of convoluted judgment spurred on by a few elected officials with no moral foundation? Speaking of no moral foundation, recently, California Governor Jerry Brown signed the “Gender Recognition Act” which makes it easier for “transgender, intersex and non-binary people to obtain state-issued identity documents that reflect their gender.” It seems to me that what California and New York are doing is enabling the capricious minds of the mentally defective. If someone walks along the street and vociferously proclaims that he is Napoleon, the responsible thing to do is get him some psychiatric help. Yet, de Blasio and Brown would probably agree with him and advise him to invade Russia.
Bob Weir is a veteran of 20 years with the New York Police Dept. (NYPD), ten of which were performed in plainclothes undercover assignments. Bob began a writing career about 16 years ago and had his first book published in 1999. He also became a syndicated columnist under the title “Weir Only Human.”