Biden Orders Surgeon General's Warning Placed On Biology Books
Teaching that you receive only XX chromosomes or XY chromosomes at birth is now politically incorrect due to the wonderful robust dynamics of our anti-racist Green New Deal regime. No, I don't know what that last part means. All we the media are under orders to write it word for word.
About that first part, majestic ruler President Biden proclaimed, "The, uh, uh, uh, only other alternative was raiding schools to burn all their bi-bi-bibological books but we knew Republican crybabies would boo-hoo-hoo all day long all over the place over the expense. So I opted for our Sturgeon General to stamp on warnings instead. Yeah, go stamp, stamp, stamp on each and every book he our wonderful sturgeon find in our built better great nation. Antifa has kindly volunteered to help out with that."
Asked about following the science, Biden paused from working out with his executive order ballpoints to responded to a now "retired" reporter, "Aw, c'mon, Jack! Are you on crack?"
True we need rules but every rule has an ex-uh, ex-uh, exhumation, no, exposition, no, exceptionalism, no, excommunication--no, not yet--"
At this point the disgraced never ever to be named "retired" reporter now cancelled from ever working anywhere as anything again cut in to say. "Exception? Like there's an exception to every rule?"
At this point Biden's face turned deep red. "Security!" he screamed. "Seize and forever out this dog-face pony soldier! He just talked to me backwards! The rest of you out! I don't wanna talk any more!"
As the Free Press hurriedly exited in stark terror, Biden was swarmed by The Squad who spoke to him in hushed whispers.
"What?" Biden barked. "I never said exceptionalism! I know that word is banned. I said what that smarty-pants reporter said--Exlaxative!"
This reporter is advised that Amendment 25 is under a renewal of consideration. Whatever that means. What the hey? My approved degree is in communications--something that used to include quaint lying stuff like journalism.
About that first part, majestic ruler President Biden proclaimed, "The, uh, uh, uh, only other alternative was raiding schools to burn all their bi-bi-bibological books but we knew Republican crybabies would boo-hoo-hoo all day long all over the place over the expense. So I opted for our Sturgeon General to stamp on warnings instead. Yeah, go stamp, stamp, stamp on each and every book he our wonderful sturgeon find in our built better great nation. Antifa has kindly volunteered to help out with that."
Asked about following the science, Biden paused from working out with his executive order ballpoints to responded to a now "retired" reporter, "Aw, c'mon, Jack! Are you on crack?"
True we need rules but every rule has an ex-uh, ex-uh, exhumation, no, exposition, no, exceptionalism, no, excommunication--no, not yet--"
At this point the disgraced never ever to be named "retired" reporter now cancelled from ever working anywhere as anything again cut in to say. "Exception? Like there's an exception to every rule?"
At this point Biden's face turned deep red. "Security!" he screamed. "Seize and forever out this dog-face pony soldier! He just talked to me backwards! The rest of you out! I don't wanna talk any more!"
As the Free Press hurriedly exited in stark terror, Biden was swarmed by The Squad who spoke to him in hushed whispers.
"What?" Biden barked. "I never said exceptionalism! I know that word is banned. I said what that smarty-pants reporter said--Exlaxative!"
This reporter is advised that Amendment 25 is under a renewal of consideration. Whatever that means. What the hey? My approved degree is in communications--something that used to include quaint lying stuff like journalism.
The American collectivist crowd have been basically at war against reality itself for decades, owing to the pesky refusal of facts to conform to their whims, and as we've all seen in the last four or five years, that war has extended to the simple fact - that's: fact - of a limitation of two (2) genders. And don't be hitting me with that "Well there's that statue in the Louvre" thing either - we are talking overwhelming norms, not statistically infinitesimal mutations. And hermaphrodites would only make it three anyway.
In all seriousness, alongside an email last week from the management announcing "A Day Of Reflection" on the circular presumption of "systemic racism" - which presumption we are not to question, and this from a respectable scientific institution - was another blurb from the Safety people about yet another electronic battery-pack widget that may or may not explode. Beneath this Safety functionary's signature, right there in her auto-attached sig-block with the institute logo, is a line that says "She / Her / Hers / Y'all." Just in case someone needed clarification that someone named "Marcella" or "Patricia" or whatever (I forget,) might be one or more of the ever-expanding panoply of plumbing-convolutions the "gender-identity" loons keep inventing. I've seen at least one other co-worker append this crap to her emails too.
It was Rand herself who made the observation (I even have a face-muzzle with the quote displayed on it,) that "The uncontested absurdities of today are the accepted slogans of tomorrow. "
Which we should take as our marching orders: This nonsense demands lampooning, consistently and with righteous aggressiveness. And there are lots of ways to do it.
Whenever I get any kind of questionnaire that asks my "Ethnicity," my default is "Bipedal mammalian conceptual-level humanoid" in "Other." If I get a form that asks "Preferred gender identity" and the form's character-limit allows it, I generally say "I identify as an SR-71, but these discriminatory bastards absolutely refuse to install runways. Where the hell am I supposed to land?" Otherwise it's just "Trans-dimensional Betelgeusian Anthropoglyxilopolis." You wanna give these fools something harmless to do with their time, even if it's something as mundane as writing out new file headers.
Another thought, something I come up against constantly in mulling over fiction-writing scenarios: Creating fictional dystopias - or even lampoons for laughs as is the Babylon Bee's stock-in-trade - carries with it an ever-present hazard: It may actually give these collectivist lunatics new ideas. So you have this instant crisis of proprieties: Do I present a dystopian nightmare to get people thinking about the consequences of irrationality codified in public policy, or do I refrain, on the assumption that those same irrationalists might take it as an instruction manual? It's like that T-shirt slogan that's popped up recently: "1984 Was Not A How-To."
So don't be surprised if something like this actually happens soon.
But then maybe not. More than once I've proven that me dino lacks perfection on this board.
As Robin Williams' Popeye once said, "I have a sensk of humiligration."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZrku...
My Swedish half and Irish quarter came over around 1900.
This is just stupid
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