An Elliot/Ellen Page thought experiment
Trigger warning: Includes references to a hypothetical act of violence against a hypothetical white man
Elliot Page is a Canadian woman who began acting on television and in films at a young age, more or less ensuring a rank, oblivious narcissism that normies find nauseating and a lifelong inability to view the world in a standard way. She’s played roles in two series produced in Canada that I liked for different reasons: Regenesis and Trailer Park Boys. Named Ellen at birth, she decided at some point that being a wealthy Academy Award nominee wasn’t enough and decided to pretend she was a man. To further this illusion, she had her breasts surgically removed a few years ago (i.e., she had “top surgery”) and began taking testosterone. She now looks like hell, as one would expect.
The only part of this freak show of any consequence to normies is that a refusal to participate in Page’s systematic delusion is sufficient grounds for being banned from social-media platforms. Anyone who properly points out that Page is not a man but a woman who has used hormones and knives to transform to herself from a cutie into a someone who could almost pass for a young Matthew Broderick is treated as a heretic, despite the truth of this being evident to a ten-year-old child.
Such is one of the ways liberalism has been transformed into a livid authoritarian joke after Bernie Sanders—since revealed to be yet another gibbering, self-interested old fraud anyway—flopped in his 2016 presidential run, largely because of one of Hillary Rodham Clinton’s countless perpetrations of criminal malfeasance.
Page is listed as being 5'2" (although it was 5’ 1/2” in one reference) and 105 pounds, and she’s 36 years old. This means that I have at least 8" and close to 35 pounds on her.
Thought experiment: Suppose I (or basically any man, or any teenage boy for that matter) were seen walking up to Page and making physical threats against her, perhaps outside a Whole Foods. How would strict Pride Month “liberals” react? (Assume the absence of the security goons Page obviously surrounds herself with.)
1. "That's threatening violence against a tiny woman. Jail that scumbag!"
2. "OK, it's a size mismatch, but they're both spindly fuckers and the taller guy's a lot older. Might be fun to watch these two dudes go at it."
Other answers obviously exist, but these would surely constitute the two most common reactions. And anyone who provided anything but the first answer would either be lying or eager to watch some guy knock some tiny chick—a performer who is not really a renegade but instead has merely taken the performing personas of ‘70s and ‘80s musicians such as David Bowie, Annie Lennox, and Boy George to a physically precarious and authoritarian level—into the dirt.
Something equivalent to "THAT'S MISOGYNY!" would immediately, and rightly, flood almost all observers’ minds and in many cases fly out of their mouths before they realized they had just dropped the pretense of supporting a delusion, with the “liberals” on hand uniformly revealing themselves as the insincere advocates they are. These people will lie and declare “trans women are women” in electronic spaces like Twitter, but they would never back it up in person or even on a podcast, especially one with video and open comments. They are morbidly petrified of staunch representatives of reality who simply don’t care about the consequences of adhering to that reality, so they refuse to engage them.
This is what happens when you attach yourself to a fucked-up idea and become overly comfortable with the notion of being able to shut down dissent or have some miserable, purple-haired moderator with a railroad spike in his lip press a button and enforce the censorship of sanity for you.
I wouldn't care one iota about Page or any of her antics if not for the supposed "misgendering" of people who are overtly misgendering themselves having become yet another cancellation-worthy offense.
Imagine (since we’re* in that mode already) me having my MINI painted bright yellow and putting an Italian flag on the bumper and insisting it was now a Lamborghini Countach that can go 191 miles per hour. This would be weird on its own, but if I also treated anyone who disagreed with my claim as a hateful basket case, people would probably decide they preferred the previous version of whatever my mind had become.
I genuinely feel bad for normal gay people, because the Matt Walsh-caliber Christian wingnuts are using the rising opposition to transgender commercial-cultural lunacies to revive standard anti-gay drum-beating and attach it to their boycotts and Christblown squawkeries. This is actually a feature of Wokism, not a bug. Wokish people don’t like genuine feminists or ordinary gay people (especially but not only conservatives) any more than they like straight white men; it just takes longer to expunge people who superficially resemble allies from any movement. Chaos and discord itself are the only real aims, not counting the grifting everyone involved indulges in.
Some Christians are going to maintain automatic antipathy toward all things gay. They believe a great deal of horseshit, but they get to live here too, and it’s up to everyone else to ensure that their most extreme desires don’t become codified into laws that unfairly restrict other people. And most newly transgender people are, as a rule, cataclysmically annoying, but they’re citizens too. They, too, just need substantial checks on their antics and machinations, but the government and corporations are instead presently going in the opposite direction.
There is a way for all of us to survive together in something resembling casual harmony, and it all starts with a climate of free expression.
I won’t go along with any Wokish delusions because to me it’s became an all-or-nothing proposition. Submitting to even one backward, illogical, destructive idea is the same as submitting to all of them. I won’t ever go out of my way to make someone feel bad for identifying as anything, but I’ve had more than enough of the gestapo types. I see no special reason why I should submit to the speech-control whims of anyone—anyone—but when the zealots are hostile and psychologically traumatized, and their external support comes from low-IQ, no-backbone virtue-signaling “liberals” of privilege, I can’t help but feel even more resistant.
Throughout my life, I have been instructed to believe supporting lies generated by government actors or other sectors of humanity judged to have rule-making authority never works out well in the end. It’s inevitably a sign of societal decay, not that anyone needs to go hunting to spot these anymore. And when people so desperate to prop up a thesis that they simply eject anyone who disagrees from the conversation and insist the dissenters are the zealots and morons, you can be certain the thesis is not merely bad but deleterious, serving narrow, “elite” interests at the expense of everyone else’s.
I can handle whatever happens as a result. And I wish more people would see this as an option. Over the past three years, it’s become obvious that everyone in the running world who latches on to corrupt ideas like “It’s not racist to categorically demonize white people” and “Testosterone doesn’t really do much” understand at some level how fucking stupid they look. They don’t block me because I’m overly rowdy. They block me because at some level they’re ashamed, as they should be, of being complete pussies and only wish they had the stones to have a real personality instead of using the Internet to do nothing but conform, condemn, and self-cuckify.
They may have the numbers when they choose the right electronic hide-outs and filter out reality-dwellers, but all that does is create a large, insulated mass of retarded thinkers. Somehow, I don’t rue not being able to feel a part of the “running community” any longer.