Following today’s outbreak of common sense in the Supreme Court, Himdia Willyboy has a meltdown.
I believe today was the day that transgender rights in the UK died.
I’m writing this just minutes after pulling over in the car, numb in shock, to listen to a UK Supreme Court Judge effectively strip me of my rights as a woman under the Equality Act.
The UK’s top legal authority ruled this morning that the legal definition of a woman in the UK under the 2010 legislation does not include transgender women – even those like me who hold gender recognition certificates (GRC).
For Women Scotland – a ‘Women’s Rights’ group that many consider an anti-trans organisation, won their final appeal against the Scottish Government.
Having already been defeated in lower courts, most of the trans community assumed the verdict would be the same today.
Sadly not.
No one has lost any rights. Trans people have always had the same rights as the rest of us. What has happened over the past decade or so is that activists are pushing the boundaries, demanding access to female-only spaces and beating up women in female sports. This judgement is a high tide point of this activism. It might take a while, and expect more meltdowns, but I really do think we’ve reached the peak.
Well frankly I don’t believe that. Telling me, and others like me, that we are not women is a historical injustice and the celebrations of anti-trans voices today prove to me that I am losing protections.
That is because you are not. There was a time, when the majority just didn’t care. Be who you want. Live as you wish. However, like the gay activists, you pushed and pushed, demanding that we all play along. Well, no, sorry, we don’t have to. The tolerance that once existed has been used up dealing with your incessant demands. So, fuck off, frankly.
Once the feminazis started agitating for “equal” rights we started down the slippery slope. Even Germaine Greer now whinges about what she helped create.
Indeed, the only “rights” they seemed to want was to go into women’s toilets, changing rooms and to “compete” in various sports.
Hells teeth, these freaks can’t even leave the rest of us to have a piss in peace!
Society is about ‘us’, not ‘me, me, me’.
In the GOOD OLD DAYS™ before we closed all the mental hospitals, people who thought they were somebody they weren’t were locked up. And they were, for better or worse, objects of ridicule. You couldn’t open a copy of Punch without finding a cartoon about a man who thought he was Napoleon. Men who think they’re women are our modern day Napoleons. We shouldn’t be pandering to their delusions.
At least blokes who think they’re Napoleon don’t hang around the Ladies’ lavs.
I went to a hospital today for a pre op. I was asked what pronouns I want to use, to be honest I’ve never thought about it as too busy working and getting on with life, told her just to use my name. Later she asked me if I was born a woman. To be honest I found the question insulting. It’s not her fault, she might have not wanted to ask the questions but of course has to. It’s a pretty poor state of affairs when all the medical info is in front of you and you have to ask these questions.
I’m all for people doing what they want but it has been getting out of hand. Hopefully now just plain common sense will prevail.
Whilst preparing for an MRI, I was asked a series of questions by the female operator, One of which was, “Are you pregnant?” . I replied that I may be, as I can’t recall the last time I had a period (I’m an 80 year old ex squaddie, with a squaddie’s sense of humour). Told, “Don’t be a pillock, Mr ……… I’ll put that down as a “No”. Turned out she was an ex Army medic.