A car is reported stolen. Police arrive. Liveliness ensues:

Bodycam footage has just been released of police visiting an American campus last year following the report of a car theft.

Unfortunately for them, the first person they meet is a cross-dressing student, who throws repeated and aggressive tantrums over his gender identity. pic.twitter.com/ividCN5VkI

— ripx4nutmeg (@ripx4nutmeg) July 18, 2026

Needless to say, the situation does not improve.

Readers may wish to imagine being a student or campus employee who, like the police officer, fails to discern by some telepathic means the expected fabulist pronouns, and who, as a result, is faced with similar behaviour. All that lovely shrieking and bedlamite lunging.

Behaviour emboldened, one assumes, by each new act of deference.

A YouTube version of the above can be found here.

Update, via the comments:

In the original thread on X, what struck me was the number of people claiming that the police officer was being needlessly aggressive and provocative – unlike our bewigged vision of loveliness – and that the use of pepper spray was “not fair.” “They could have just walked away,” says one.

Just walked away. As if you should be allowed to lunge at a police officer with impunity, and refuse to obey the law, with impunity, and be aggressive and disruptive to a psychotic degree – again, with impunity – provided you’re cross-dressing at the time.

The people saying these things don’t appear interested – at all – in the students and staff who will also be subject to this bedlamite’s tantrums and bullying. Seemingly at random, at the drop of a hat. Over and over again. As if the meltdown theatre seen above weren’t practised, a way to dominate others.

Again, behaviour emboldened by each new act of deference.

Oh, and I suppose I should ask the ladies here whether they feel an urge to invite Mr Jarrett Preston Vick – the chap shrieking more than seems strictly necessary – into their changing rooms, public toilets and so forth.

Answers on a postcard, please.

You want one and you know it. || Why dogs don’t rule the Earth. || Frog washing scenes. || For ladies so inclined. || Not toilets, it turned out. || Mortal remains. || Mighty tash deployed. || Have you dried yours? || Some diversity occurred. || His rights, you hear. (Rights not specified.) || Scenes from Hemlock Drive. || Hopkins and Foster rewatch Silence of the Lambs. || Blowing bubbles from below, as you do. || His is bigger, and by some margin. || Obstruction detected, removed. || Secret revealed. || Incoming. || On Kubrick’s many takes, a belated and not implausible explanation. || Odd couple. Place your bets. || Pole dancing. || Pole dancing 2. || The progressive retail experience, parts 743 and 744. || Roadside assistance. || Not nailed down. || I’m guessing the relationship was not a success.

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Via Pst314 in the comments, a tale of suboptimal decisions:

Says the cross-dressing man in the floral pinafore.

This American man, pretending to be a woman, fled the US for the Netherlands for “asylum.”

Now he regrets it because of all the Muslim migrants who violently target him.

You can’t make this stuff up.pic.twitter.com/MBizjmHa3A

— Libs of TikTok (@libsoftiktok) July 14, 2026

Our cross-dressing chap, whose name is not disclosed, fled some unspecified oppression in Mr Trump’s America and sought asylum in the Netherlands. As one does.

And so, our cross-dressing man now finds himself in the country’s primary asylum reception centre, sited in the village of Ter Apel, and where his fellow seekers of asylum – chiefly, Muhammadan gentlemen from Morocco and Algeria – are an actual danger, not an imagined one.

“There’s a bunch [of migrants] who think that queer people should be beaten,” says he. “It is too dangerous to walk from here to the grocery store because of the people who live in the camp.”

Sufficiently so, it seems, for the Red Cross and other aid agencies to have withdrawn from the encampment due to the violence, arson, numerous stabbings, and so forth.

A longer video, from Dutch PowNews, can be found here.

Readers will note the displays of the raised middle finger, a universal indicator of warm feelings and good intentions.

Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.

Because some things bear repeating, a few items from the archives:

Daddy’s Baggage.

Raising boys, the progressive way.

I Have Some Reservations.

“Real witches” offer progressive parenting advice.

Feeding On Failure.

Academics whose paycheque depends on propagating misery.

The Unspanked Spread Joy.

On fabulist “identities,” and malice with impunity.

Weepy And Hysterical.

Lecturer in “critical whiteness studies” apologises, at length, for his heterosexuality.

For those craving more, this is a pretty good place to start.

It occurs to me that if you’re running a “trans-owned LGBTQIA+ bookshop and coffee shop” – “queer books, queer haircuts, queer coffee” – yes, queer coffee – and your patrons have to be reminded, via “guidelines displayed on each table,” of how to behave like even minimally civilised people, then you may want to seek out a better class of patron.

From said guidelines:

That’s before we get to the bits about “violent, abusive, and disruptive behaviour” and, inevitably, “crisis support.” And yet, despite the somewhat concerning reminders about violence and basic hygiene, what caught my eye was the bit about taking your craft projects home with you when you leave.

Yes, today’s word is littering. Why do you ask?

For those of you intrigued – and I can feel the hum of excitement in the room – temptations include Sad Dyke Poetry Night – two hours of mournful lesbians, first Friday of every month – “open to all emotions and all identities” – plus lots of talks about mental health, and Queer Yarn, an evening of “fibre craft” every other Saturday afternoon.

There’s also a Queer Art Takeover, in which suitably queer artists are invited to “rent a shelf” to display their creative outpourings and general queerness. And those best-selling pronoun pins are now back in stock.

Oh, and Palestinian cola drinks. Obviously.

Update, via the comments:

Commenter [+] quotes this,

And adds,

Quite. And presumably every one of those bullet points – complete with its own big pink heart – tells a story about the venue’s clientele. Some incident or other. After all, you’d only need to announce this rather bizarre list of rules if you already have a significant number of customers who are enormously selfish and self-absorbed, prone to littering and violence and psychological crises, and whose personal hygiene falls far short of what one might hope.

The fact that the rules are there – printed up on every table – tells us quite a lot. More than intended, I venture. One might even infer some correlation of selfish and antisocial behaviour with the supposedly radical “identities” being professed. For instance.

Previously in the laugh-a-minute world of ostentatiously “queer” venues.