I will not…
by Seneca III
…participate in the destruction of our society.
Women are women; Men are men; Deviance is deviance.
I will not police my language nor hold my tongue.
I will not use moronic ‘Preferred Pronouns’.
I will not pander to hysterical minority groups.
I will not act as if their mental illness is acceptable.
I was born a normal human being and will remain so.
It is now a testament to the level of decay and depravity in Western civilization that when one stands out by his or her commitment to being normal he will be considered unusual… or even evil or guilty of a Hate Crime.
Fortunately, I live in a predominantly blue-collar and mostly self-employed or small company community. Such people tend to be pragmatists and have no time for those dysphoriacs who seek to destroy everything that is good. I have never experienced a Wokist here and don’t expect to. Everywhere I look there are young men and women having and bringing up their children, often with a dog to complete the joyous family unit.
Only a few frightened drones are still walking and driving around wearing masks. They are simply ignored and often regarded with pity.
Our school kids are all spic and span and neatly uniformed on their way to school, yet are very often rebelliously dishevelled on their way home (ties undone and askew, shirts hanging out etc.), but they are always so full of energy and laughter and the joy of life that their presence has calming effect on the waters of these stormy times. Mischievous they are, yes, but harmlessly so. Healthy, happy youngsters always are that way, pushing the boundaries to find out what is and what is not acceptable in society. The future belongs to them and they must find the best ways to shape it.
Furthermore, I would emphasise that I do not know of any man who has a cervix nor do I recognise anyone as “A person who breast feeds”, as the ugly-minded proselytisers of deviance choose to misrepresent that natural function. I do recognise and enjoy the presence of those whom evolution and nature intended to bear and succour our young — women.
Down all my days I have exercised my role first as a normally functioning heterosexual male and later as a father. I have happily carried out my responsibilities in loving union with a real woman where the meaning of life finds its soul.
Elsewhere, the poor demented creatures screaming out demands that their terrible way of non-life be recognised not just as normal but especially privileged constitute an offence against all humanity. Let us be done with them; gently and kindly so, yes, for they are the benighted and are in need of our care, as they have either drawn or constructed for themselves a truly rotten hand in the poker game of life, but done with them we must be. They cannot be permitted to exercise any power over our way of life nor impose upon us their grotesque moralities.
However, their manipulative, cynical, self-serving political bag-carriers who criminalise us by using evil, weaponised legalisms to defend the deviants’ are a different matter entirely; for them there must be nothing… or something a little more definitive than nothing, perhaps.
— Seneca III
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