"They feel kind for a season, but remain blind to all reason."
— Matt Barber, just now
Such is the nature of political correctness. And in that spirit, lawmakers — who are purportedly sane — plan to take us all on a "long strange trip" through a mystical fantasyland where the impossible is possible and the objectionable is obligatory.
A vote is expected soon on the pro-homosexual "Employment Non-Discrimination Act" (ENDA). This dangerous bill threatens to codify the very thing it purports to prevent — workplace discrimination.
But, more on that later...
In the meantime, two stories. One is fiction, the other is real. Both are fantasy:
Sean was a redheaded, freckled lad of pure Irish descent. Growing up, he always felt something was wrong. He didn't like green beer, corned beef hash or any of the other things the Irish were supposed to like. Rather, he was fascinated by African-American culture and eventually made the self-determination that he was, in fact, a black man trapped in a white man's body. No, not like Vanilla Ice, Eminem or other posers; Sean actually believed it.
There were others, and a movement was formed. They called themselves "transracial" and made up fancy, official sounding terms like "race identity" and "race reassignment surgery." They demanded special rights and government-mandated benefits such as affirmative action and reparations.
Okay, that hasn't happened yet (that I know of). But, try this one on for size:
Sean was a burly truck driver. Growing up, he always felt something was wrong. He preferred Barbie to G.I. Joe and didn't like football or the other things boys were supposed to like. Rather, he got twitterpated by the way pantyhose felt against his skin and eventually made the self-determination that he was, in fact, a woman trapped in a man's body.
There were others, and a movement was formed. They called themselves "transgender." They made up fancy, official sounding terms like "gender identity" and "gender reassignment surgery" and demanded they be granted special rights and government-mandated benefits.
Get the picture? Well, now Sean number two and other "gay" and she-male activists may get their wish — and parents may well be forced to explain to Junior why Ms. Johnson at parochial school has a five o'clock shadow, calves like Schwarzenegger, an Adam's apple the size of a golf ball and is stuffed into a miniskirt like a ten pound turkey in a five pound bag.
Here's the problem:
Matt Barber is founder and editor-in chief of BarbWire.com. He is an author, columnist, cultural analyst and an attorney concentrating in constitutional law. Having retired as an undefeated heavyweight professional boxer, Matt has taken his fight from the ring to the culture war. (Follow Matt on Twitter: @jmattbarber).