In the burgeoning moments of the newly resurrected, Do What Thou Wilt, psychosis, dominating Western pop culture, Execs at Ulta thought they would cash in on a degenerate craze involving fancy pants dudes dressed in their sister’s clothes and makeup.
Unfortunately, the base clientele of the makeup giants predominately consists of real women, with real vaginas. It’s a sad day when perplexed people turn to me as a voice of reason, as I must declare, even those double-jointed, sissy femmes packing only trace elements of testosterone haven’t a case to claim that they are women.
It’s challenging to emote anything but apathy for grown freaks that tuck in their penises and accentuate their feminine features, a curse born out of the occasional genetic mis-fire.
I understand that sideshow exploits like this tend to shake our faith in humanity, and convincingly demonstrate that our collective-caravan has jerked hard left toward the ravine.
Take heed, young camper, the vast majority of our fellow Americans also cringe at this degeneracy. Deep-rooted disdain can justifiably manifest into a monster, particularly if you have children, it weakens us with hate and compromises our ability to reason effectively.
The spattering of certified wokesters in the US is numerically minuscule, and those that appear functional and can nearly string two cohesive thoughts together thin this herd out even further. Listen, tremendous leaps forward with the proliferation of propaganda and disinformation employed by media outlets, national news broadcasts, and the press gives us a false sense of isolation and doubt.
We are being made to feel like the odd man out, while “Project Deviant” siphons loot from an endless stream of taxpayer money. This social rewiring movement also promotes the woke campaign and will spare no expense to marginalize the sane.
