New York City Mandates Transgenderism

Political Pistachio – by JASmius

Jazz Shaw does raise a good point about where the openly and avowedly communist mayor of Gotham has been on this issue when even Texans haven’t been able to escape the fetid “transgenderist” tide.  But de Blasio is now making up for that lost tide with a vengeance and a fury that this country has never witnessed.

(Yes, it’s the hokey Magneto line from X-Men III: The Last Stand.  Given Ian McClellan’s retrograde “leanings,” it seemed appropo):  

New York City has warned landlords, employers and businesses they could be running afoul of the law by purposely calling a transgender woman “him” or “Mr.” when she prefers a female title and pronoun, or by barring her from using a women’s restroom.

New guidelines detail the legal protections of transgender and gender-nonconforming New Yorkers and what constitutes discrimination under the city’s Human Rights Law, the New York City Commission on Human Rights said on Monday…

“Today’s new guidelines strengthen those laws by ensuring that every transgender and gender non-conforming person in New York receives the dignity and respect they deserve,” Mayor Bill de Blasio said in a statement.

Even though all the really deserve is scorn and ridicule.

The guidelines said dress codes requiring men to wear ties or women to wear skirts are discriminatory.

Well, hell, I never wear neckties, and when I was a CPA – or, rather, when I still worked as a CPA, as I still retain the title – I hadn’t worn a tie in my day job since the late 1980s.  But then, there’s a very simple, no muss/no fuss solution to the quandary of the “men must wear ties at this establishment” rule: I don’t go to them.  And if, for whatever reason, I had to do so, you know what I’d do?  Put on a tie.  I still have ’em, after all, even though I have no idea if they’re in the current popular style, and I’ve never bothered keeping up with such frivolous externalities anyway.  The one thing I can definitely say would never occur to me is to sue the business establishment in question to force them to let me in wearing cut-off jeans and a shredded tank top (I don’t actually know if I still have that, but I did at one time, anyway).  Because (though my wife would dispute me on this), I don’t think I’m entitled to make the world revolve around me.  Besides, that’s Barack Obama’s gimmick, and he’s very jealous of it.

But leftists do, and extend that fascist conceit to any and every group of radicals and degenerates and freaks that fly in the face of every group they hate – namely, Christians, conservatives, constitutionalists, Republicans (Yes, there is a yuuuuuge overlap with the latter, dammit) and all other normal, patriotic, traditionalist Americans whose country the U.S of A. used to be before this fetid “fundamental transformation” of it into the real life American Horror Story.

And note the speech restrictions well, for this can be seen as a direct and flagrant violation of the First Amendment, though it actually isn’t, as it is not Congress which is forcing New Yorkers to deny genetic reality.  But it’ll be interesting to see how soon this part of de Blasio’s “We are all gender-genders now!” edict is challenged in federal court on free speech grounds.

Although, just as with my not patronizing establishments that are so full of themselves they enforce a dress code, so there’s an alternative for Gothamoids that should be obvious: Move:

You may indeed need to escape from New York. (And several other locations for that matter.) And it may require a general revolt by the voters before this nonsense comes to an end and normality is restored.

Not likely with the same voters that elected the Sandanista-lover in the first place.

We are now well beyond the point where somebody needs to bring this question before the Supreme Court and find out if the ship of sanity has truly sailed. Otherwise, move someplace where your rights won’t be infringed by the weight of the Social Justice Warriors, take your employees and your property with you, and wait for the system to collapse under its own weight.

If you’ve been wondering for years what would be that straw that broke the camel’s back, as I have, this might be our answer.  Although there’s a name for the system collapsing under its own weight, which tells us that that endgame is the whole point of the leftist onslaught.  Chaos never benefits the Right, after all.

But then, it’s not as if escapees from NYC would be safe for long.  What Dave Blount describes in local terms is already becoming the bleak reality from coast to coast:

Imagine a vast mental asylum where everything is upside-down and backward. Instead of trying to cure the sick, the authorities use their unlimited power to impose sickness on the healthy. In this nightmare world, there is no such thing as private business or interpersonal contact; all interactions must be conducted according to the decree of the malevolent lunatics in charge. The name for this grotesque dystopia is New York City…

No, Dave, the name for this grotesque dystopia is the United Soviet Socialists States of Obamerikastan.  From which there is no escape.

Treasure your genitalia while you still have them, and prepare to kiss them goodbye, folks, because after all, “We are all transgenderists now” – or else.

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