Matt Barber, the man who only thinks about hot, sweaty man-on-man sex with thighs like pistons that can pump all night, tell us that T is for Tyranny!
Tranny tyranny. Strike that. “LGBT” tyranny. Lesbian, gay, bisexual tyranny.
True. LGBT people have their designer boots on the necks of the beleaguered, put-upon, and always discriminated-against Xristians who hold no power in the U.S. whatsoever. Anyway, the whole piece is a Tour-de-Derp, but here are a few highlights that once again show both his profound lack of understanding and his sexist and misogynist world view.
Washington state, dateline 2012: Colleen is just like the girl next door. Well, sort of. Colleen has a penis. So, I guess, unless the girl next door has a penis, Coleen really isn’t much like her at all…
That’s the point of the designation, Matt. Your soul is in the wrong body, but I suppose that implies that a demon must be in there too, because God would never mistakenly put a boy inside a girl or vise-versa. Perfect snowflakes we all are.
Anyway, because it’s now illegal to “discriminate based on the basis of gender identity” in Houston, and since it’s the only “tolerant” thing to do, men who sign up for the ever-persecuted “LGBT” class have secured the hard-fought “civil right” to fully expose themselves to, and otherwise ogle, your daughters in the ladies’ room…
And what about the ladies, Matt, who want to expose themselves to, and otherwise ogle, your sons in the men’s room? Oh, that’s cool? The projection here astounds me: he only sees a scam to ogle women.
But slow down there, Dad. According to the law, if you have a problem with Mr. Francis baring all to your baby girl, then you’re the problem. You’re a “transphobe” (“homophobia’s” evil twin sister, er, brother … whatever). Deck this sicko for terrifying your first-grader and you’re off to jail while “Colleen” is off to the “Human Rights Campaign” for a commendation as the latest victim of an “anti-LGBT hate crime.”
I’m not an expert on etiquette in the ladies’ room, but I suspect that there is not part of one where the gals nude-up… just like there isn’t part of the men’s room where the dudes walk around with their twigs and berries flapping in the wind. Barber’s imagination certainly runs a little, um, hot?