Yes, But Where Are My Novelty Breasts?
Time for something grotesque, I think. Grotesque, but very of our times:
I’ll spare you the grim details, but what Mr Sonia did to the victim, a thirteen-year-old girl, over several months, was sufficiently vile to repel over a dozen jurors, who said they would be unable to sit on a case so disturbing. Suffice it to say, Mr Sonia was found guilty and incarcerated for a minimum of 22 years. During which time,
Or, convicted paedophile demands pampering, women’s undies.
As I said, it’s very now.
Because that’s what we do now with male child-rapists. And obviously, it can only go well. No bizarre complications could possibly ensue.
Despite this seemingly intermittent maleness, Mr Sonia has launched a lawsuit against staff at both the Washington Department of Corrections and his previous male prison, citing “cruel and unusual punishment.” Specifically, a failure to provide, at taxpayer expense, “breast augmentation” and “hair removal of the face, neck and jaw,” which is, we’re told, of “paramount importance.” And a lack of which allegedly results in “severe emotional anguish.”
Depending, one assumes, on whether Mr Sonia claims to be a man or a woman on any given day.
At which point, readers may wonder whether Mr Sonia’s mental health shortcomings predate their supposed causes.
Update, via the comments, where Mags suggests,
It does seem – shall we say, possible – that Mr Sonia is so irredeemably broken and malevolent, so committed to antagonism, that, having been obstructed from further child-raping, he now channels his antisocial urges into nuisance lawsuits and the feigning of victimhood.
I mean, it wouldn’t be surprising.
Jen adds,
Well, we’ve already seen the scrupulously intersectional priorities of, for instance, Canadian women’s shelters, in which a deranged dysmorphic man roaming the halls wearing only a bra and brandishing his genitals, along with several stolen kitchen knives, is deemed of much less importance than the fact that a female resident had dared to “misgender” him.
Can you not feel the progress…?
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It’s more of a chest-hair comb-up.
I can get this shabby treatment at home, you know.
Somehow I am reminded of those Geico “so easy even a caveman can do it” advertisements.
I laughed and I’m not sorry:
Re the above, this and this. Among many others.
In reality, there aren’t many squirrels around here. Rabbits, though, by the dozen. Because there are no outdoor cats, and the coyotes are lazy. The occasional bobcat comes into the yard to take a rabbit, but it’s not enough, because the rabbits breed like rabbits.
This morning (it’s 10 am here) the birdies are active. But I need to get off my ass and go deal with the springtime flourishing of poison oak. Ugh.
It’s more of a chest-hair comb-up.
A chest-hair comb-up would describe a beard. A faux ‘stache is more likely the result of long, flowing nose hairs.
Equity über alles.
[ Stares pointedly at clock. ]
Woman has her “Rosa Parks moment” and gets punched in the face by a manager at Target. Well, there’s more to it than that. The manager is wearing a Pittsburgh Steelers sweatshirt. No, that’s not the full story either. It was rather satisfying though. To some degree.
BST begins at 01:00 GMT every year on the last Sunday of March […]
Instant gratification isn’t soon enough!
Please see above.
There are times when I think that is the anthem of the spoiled sixties kids.
“I’m entitled because of my race” is a growing social problem.
White liberals are partly to blame. And should not be forgiven.
Unfortunately they taught it to their kids who taught it to their kids.
The fruits of being steeped in pretentious, self-flattering, racial victimhood.
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