Transgenderism is the new faux protected class that liberals want to claim are oppressed. Thanks Caitlyn Jenner. But the entire movement has become a slippery slope of weird, barreling down into the nonsensical. It has giant dress up Barbies.
Well I have a few opinions on the matter. Hopefully you were sitting down for that revelation.
“I can’t deny I was married. I can’t deny I have children,” Wolscht admits. “But I’ve moved forward now and I’ve gone back to being a child. I don’t want to be an adult right now and I just live my life like I couldn’t when I was in school.”
There it is. An admission of some mental instability. Not only that, but an admission of being a horrendously selfish human being. Oh I’m glad he’s happy.
What about the wife and children he abandoned? Are they happy?
Maybe sometimes there’s more to decision-making than what makes you happy. Sometimes you have to take responsibility for your actions, have compassion for others and do things you may not want to do.
It’s called being an adult. Boy do I wish this man’s kids had one for a parent.
Some other points:
How does one know they’re secretly a little girl? An obsession with horses via My Little Ponies?
How does a man know what it feels like to be a girl? Obviously he doesn’t, he’s basing his feelings on gender stereotypes, it’s all he’d have to go on. You’d think the SJW feminists would be all over transgender women for becoming walking stereotypes, but nah… Remember, they awarded Bruce Jenner (a dude) with “Woman of the Year.” Come on, what did you expect?
The Spanish Inquisition!?
Most disturbing of all, he managed to find a new mommy and daddy. That’s another post altogether, come to think of it. Two adults opened their home to a man who thinks he’s a little girl. He’s playing with their young children…these parents need to be scrutinized. Hard.
“I don’t want to be an adult right now.” Well, boo-effing-hoo. I’d rather not be an adult either, but FACTS. It’d be GREAT to spend my days in elementary school, reading, playing dodge-ball (oh, wait, they don’t allow that anymore), and having zero responsibilities. NEWSFLASH: you’re not ACTUALLY a six-year-old girl. I would say, “Suck it up, Buttercup,” but…never mind.
He’s MOVED ON. Good for you, you selfish, narcissistic twit. I can only hope your children grow up to NOT follow your example.
I agree, LOLO, years ago people used to think they were Napoleon so we put them in a nice quiet place so doctors could get their sick little minds back on track. Now with liberal screaming political correctness we all (350 million of us) have to pretend this grown man is a little girl. Something tells me the whole liberal party could you some time on a psychiatrist’s couch. This is truly not normal and the coupe that are aiding and abetting him could be even sicker.
He’s apparently taking up his arse from his new daddy…
I had to roll my eyes at the stole “Father” was wearing at 6:09. If you’re Catholic, Orthodox, or Episcopalian, you already know what I’m talking about. For everyone else, in the churches I mentioned, the stole is the symbol of priesthood. Its color changes depending on the season or type of service. The colors mean something. Black is mourning for funerals. White is purity for baptisms and Easter. Red is for the blood of martyrs, etc… The rainbow stole says all I need to know about the church this footage came from.
He looks like Jabba the Hut in a wig.
Let me just illustrate how obvious this is… As I was watching this video, my 3 year-old son jumped up in my lap, took ONE look at this 53 year-old male ‘6 year-old girl’ and immediately said, “Daddy, that’s a boy!” He had no clue what the video was about, nor did he have any idea why someone who is OBVIOUSLY male would be dressed like a girl. One look, though, and he knew without a doubt that this was no girl. When a person is born with a penis, regardless of what clothes they choose to wear or what body parts they choose to have implanted or removed, they’re a male… FOREVER… And on a profound and fundamental level, even a 3 year-old knows that.
if he claims he is only six years old, can he still register as a Democrat?
Unreal. If only asylums hadn’t been shut down, this creature would be in one! Or beaten within an inch of his life by actual men…
I swear, you’ve just said everything we did! The first thing my husband said was, while pointing at the computer, “THAT is a dangerous SOB and NO good is going to come of this!”
that was just weird man.
I would post this on your page but you blocked me in haste. While I agree with you that this is a very unusual case, mind you there are non transgendered individuals who feel like they are really children. I’m not talking about “the kid inside” people, I’m talking about men who think they are little boys and women who think they are little girls. In all those cases, they don’t reflect on the mainstream or the LGBT community a whole. I am sure there are people in the LGBT community who frown upon what this person has done.
I can understand your anger over this person’s alleged(yes alleged and I don’t apologize) abandonment of family. Have you ever considered the possibility that maybe this person was actually kicked out and the ex wife has no problem with the exodus? I have never been involved in a custody battle but I know many who have and there are cases in mainstream society where an ex spouse wants their former spouse to just disappear and have nothing to do with them. They don’t want alimony, child support, zip. This has happened as a result of child abuse, drug addiction and many other reasons. There is a good chance that the wife wants to erase the fact that this individual who was once her husband. Getting money/support would just be a bad reminder. Have you ruled out that wannabe juvenile tried to work out a way to still be part of their family? One friend of mine tried to but his ex had a good lawyer who really screwed him over and he couldn’t fight it because his ex father in law paid for her lawyer. No, I didn’t see that in a movie. It happened to someone I know.
In my opinion, you are just cherry picking the facts on this one. If it truly was a case of someone shrugging their responsibilities, then you have a reason, but I have seen both your pages on it and you just assume way to much.
Thank you
Many years ago there was an Emperor so exceedingly fond of new clothes that he spent all his money on being well dressed. He cared nothing about reviewing his soldiers, going to the theatre, or going for a ride in his carriage, except to show off his new clothes. He had a coat for every hour of the day, and instead of saying, as one might, about any other ruler, “The King’s in council,” here they always said. “The Emperor’s in his dressing room.”
In the great city where he lived, life was always gay. Every day many strangers came to town, and among them one day came two swindlers. They let it be known they were weavers, and they said they could weave the most magnificent fabrics imaginable. Not only were their colors and patterns uncommonly fine, but clothes made of this cloth had a wonderful way of becoming invisible to anyone who was unfit for his office, or who was unusually stupid.
“Those would be just the clothes for me,” thought the Emperor. “If I wore them I would be able to discover which men in my empire are unfit for their posts. And I could tell the wise men from the fools. Yes, I certainly must get some of the stuff woven for me right away.” He paid the two swindlers a large sum of money to start work at once.
They set up two looms and pretended to weave, though there was nothing on the looms. All the finest silk and the purest old thread which they demanded went into their traveling bags, while they worked the empty looms far into the night.
“I’d like to know how those weavers are getting on with the cloth,” the Emperor thought, but he felt slightly uncomfortable when he remembered that those who were unfit for their position would not be able to see the fabric. It couldn’t have been that he doubted himself, yet he thought he’d rather send someone else to see how things were going. The whole town knew about the cloth’s peculiar power, and all were impatient to find out how stupid their neighbors were.
“I’ll send my honest old minister to the weavers,” the Emperor decided. “He’ll be the best one to tell me how the material looks, for he’s a sensible man and no one does his duty better.”
So the honest old minister went to the room where the two swindlers sat working away at their empty looms.
“Heaven help me,” he thought as his eyes flew wide open, “I can’t see anything at all”. But he did not say so.
Both the swindlers begged him to be so kind as to come near to approve the excellent pattern, the beautiful colors. They pointed to the empty looms, and the poor old minister stared as hard as he dared. He couldn’t see anything, because there was nothing to see. “Heaven have mercy,” he thought. “Can it be that I’m a fool? I’d have never guessed it, and not a soul must know. Am I unfit to be the minister? It would never do to let on that I can’t see the cloth.”
“Don’t hesitate to tell us what you think of it,” said one of the weavers.
“Oh, it’s beautiful -it’s enchanting.” The old minister peered through his spectacles. “Such a pattern, what colors!” I’ll be sure to tell the Emperor how delighted I am with it.”
“We’re pleased to hear that,” the swindlers said. They proceeded to name all the colors and to explain the intricate pattern. The old minister paid the closest attention, so that he could tell it all to the Emperor. And so he did.
The swindlers at once asked for more money, more silk and gold thread, to get on with the weaving. But it all went into their pockets. Not a thread went into the looms, though they worked at their weaving as hard as ever.
The Emperor presently sent another trustworthy official to see how the work progressed and how soon it would be ready. The same thing happened to him that had happened to the minister. He looked and he looked, but as there was nothing to see in the looms he couldn’t see anything.
“Isn’t it a beautiful piece of goods?” the swindlers asked him, as they displayed and described their imaginary pattern.
“I know I’m not stupid,” the man thought, “so it must be that I’m unworthy of my good office. That’s strange. I mustn’t let anyone find it out, though.” So he praised the material he did not see. He declared he was delighted with the beautiful colors and the exquisite pattern. To the Emperor he said, “It held me spellbound.”
All the town was talking of this splendid cloth, and the Emperor wanted to see it for himself while it was still in the looms. Attended by a band of chosen men, among whom were his two old trusted officials-the ones who had been to the weavers-he set out to see the two swindlers. He found them weaving with might and main, but without a thread in their looms.
“Magnificent,” said the two officials already duped. “Just look, Your Majesty, what colors! What a design!” They pointed to the empty looms, each supposing that the others could see the stuff.
“What’s this?” thought the Emperor. “I can’t see anything. This is terrible!
Am I a fool? Am I unfit to be the Emperor? What a thing to happen to me of all people! – Oh! It’s very pretty,” he said. “It has my highest approval.” And he nodded approbation at the empty loom. Nothing could make him say that he couldn’t see anything.
His whole retinue stared and stared. One saw no more than another, but they all joined the Emperor in exclaiming, “Oh! It’s very pretty,” and they advised him to wear clothes made of this wonderful cloth especially for the great procession he was soon to lead. “Magnificent! Excellent! Unsurpassed!” were bandied from mouth to mouth, and everyone did his best to seem well pleased. The Emperor gave each of the swindlers a cross to wear in his buttonhole, and the title of “Sir Weaver.”
Before the procession the swindlers sat up all night and burned more than six candles, to show how busy they were finishing the Emperor’s new clothes. They pretended to take the cloth off the loom. They made cuts in the air with huge scissors. And at last they said, “Now the Emperor’s new clothes are ready for him.”
Then the Emperor himself came with his noblest noblemen, and the swindlers each raised an arm as if they were holding something. They said, “These are the trousers, here’s the coat, and this is the mantle,” naming each garment. “All of them are as light as a spider web. One would almost think he had nothing on, but that’s what makes them so fine.”
“Exactly,” all the noblemen agreed, though they could see nothing, for there was nothing to see.
“If Your Imperial Majesty will condescend to take your clothes off,” said the swindlers, “we will help you on with your new ones here in front of the long mirror.”
The Emperor undressed, and the swindlers pretended to put his new clothes on him, one garment after another. They took him around the waist and seemed to be fastening something – that was his train-as the Emperor turned round and round before the looking glass.
“How well Your Majesty’s new clothes look. Aren’t they becoming!” He heard on all sides, “That pattern, so perfect! Those colors, so suitable! It is a magnificent outfit.”
Then the minister of public processions announced: “Your Majesty’s canopy is waiting outside.”
“Well, I’m supposed to be ready,” the Emperor said, and turned again for one last look in the mirror. “It is a remarkable fit, isn’t it?” He seemed to regard his costume with the greatest interest.
The noblemen who were to carry his train stooped low and reached for the floor as if they were picking up his mantle. Then they pretended to lift and hold it high. They didn’t dare admit they had nothing to hold.
So off went the Emperor in procession under his splendid canopy. Everyone in the streets and the windows said, “Oh, how fine are the Emperor’s new clothes! Don’t they fit him to perfection? And see his long train!” Nobody would confess that he couldn’t see anything, for that would prove him either unfit for his position, or a fool. No costume the Emperor had worn before was ever such a complete success.
“But he hasn’t got anything on,” a little child said.
“Did you ever hear such innocent prattle?” said its father. And one person whispered to another what the child had said, “He hasn’t anything on. A child says he hasn’t anything on.”
“But he hasn’t got anything on!” the whole town cried out at last.
The Emperor shivered, for he suspected they were right. But he thought, “This procession has got to go on.” So he walked more proudly than ever, as his noblemen held high the train that wasn’t there at all.
(http://www.andersen.sdu.dk/vaerk/hersholt/TheEmperorsNewClothes_e.html)
let’s all be the kid, shall we?
This is the ‘base’ of the democrat party.
At this stage of the game, I imagine that his wife and kids are better off without him.
It is unreasonable to measure transsexuals just because one of them had a break down and left his or her wife and children. He made the choice and while one can only hope the children along with the wife are better off for it. Can only be assumed he or she failed the most important people in his life leaving a family. It would be wonderful if they can forgive him but if they are unable to it is understandable why they have soured on the transgendered.
Oh my goodness. How Satan twists us. He thinks he’s being true to himself when dressing as a little girl instead of being what he is, a 52 year old man. Bad is good and good is bad. All is says to me is, “I’m in pain”.
Has anyone ever watched the show ‘Intervention’? This is what we do with our family and friends when they have problems with substance abuse. Why does this same principle not apply in this situation? In the future, is using heroin, crack, cocaine, alcohol in excess etc. going to be a ‘lifestyle choice’ that we just accept for our family members and friends?
Look – I don’t claim to be an expert on mental issues. I do know however, that there are varying degrees of mental illness. Is it ok if some guy wants to wear women’s clothes in private? I don’t think so, but it’s none of my business. But when you get to this guy’s level – come on. THIS GUY RUINED THE LIFE OF HIS WHOLE FAMILY! If you commit to children, too bad. They are more important than you. Suck it up or GET HELP. This is why it needs to be addressed.
Just like drug use. If you are independently wealthy, have no responsibilities, and no one depends on you, then toke away until you die. But when your mental illness or other sick sh*t interferes with other people, it becomes a problem and it’s not normal.
I have self-identified as a stapler today. You must respect that and treat me as such.
Oh God, what a horrible, horrible wife – with all that not wanting to be married to a 9 year old girl….. lmao people are crazy
The perfect case study of the inherent flaws in the “tolerance” movement. Tolerance, to a certain degree, is necessary and appropriate in society. But in excess, it produces this jackass and the entire SJW Leftist mentality.
Crowder, you really made some insightful points on this subject of transgenderism. Many cases of people who want to be transgender are truly delusional, as in this particular case. It is really scary that we, as a society, have to come to see as normal an adult male who considers himself a six-year-old girl.
I have nothing against the trans* community, however…I do take issue with this. You can become a woman and hell, if he wants to act like a little kid, fine. But he has financial responsibilities. He cannot just be a 6 year old and ignore his responsibilities.
The whole problem with transgenderism is that the doctors will only change your gender because they think it’s a mental illness of somebody “identifying” as the other gender, even though they aren’t the other gender yet.
You cannot call yourself a woman if you are still a man, you cannot call yourself a man if you are still a woman. Only if you switch you can identify yourself as the opposite gender.
Now weirdos are identifying as illogical things like being kids and other races. You can’t change your age, and skin color is so minor it’s not going to change who you are.
How old are the kids of this mentally ill moron? Are they older than a six year old or an eight year old? If this moronic nutcase’s children are older than the age this sicko claims to be, then that proves that this mentally sick tranny needs to shut up and grow up because he isn’t a female and he isn’t a child. He can’t have sons and daughters who are older than he is.
The end is close, folks. Everyone makes fun of anyone who reads the Scriptures and believes them, but try to tell me these aren’t the Last Days.
Ha-larious. I’m glad this freak exists, variety is the spice of life after all. But no fugging way am I going to “pretend” on any level this is a 6yr old girl or even close to normal.