Drag Queen Incongruity
A possible series:
North Yorkshire Fire and Rescue Service wants to know what you think of this.
If you want to let them know, details in replies. pic.twitter.com/ytLqqbVH0I
— Gay Not Queer (@Gaynotqueer1) June 14, 2025
According to the North Yorkshire Fire and Rescue Service:
Lest anyone assume that fire engines don’t turn up to the burning houses of sassy, finger-clicking transvestites, or something.
Curiously, the North Yorkshire Fire and Rescue Service survey form, inviting the public to express their views on Pride attendance and matters of transvestite outreach, has, with seeming briskness, now been shut down.
Readers may wish to speculate on why that might be.
And when you think Fire and Rescue Service, what you want is a mental image of vamping, squealing drag queens in unfeasible heels and flammable wigs, tottering unsteadily to your rescue while wrestling suggestively with a big hose.
Lifted from the comments.
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No, not THOSE views!
Before the survey was shut down, with what appears to be some haste, the gist of the replies seemed to be that perhaps the Fire and Rescue Service might prioritise spending its time and resources on attending fires and rescues.
Rather than pissing away time and resources on elaborate Pride liveries for its fire engines, and then, for weeks every year, gathering staff to pose for endless photos alongside those Pride liveries, and sticking rainbows on everything, and having firefighters wear clownish drag queen wigs, and warbling on social media about how important their attendance at Pride events is.
For this question I have absolutely no answer.
Follow-up from previous thread, the man who was killed in Salt Lake City at the “No Kings” rally was a father of two adorable kids.
Proving, were there doubt, that Lycra isn’t for everyone.
I’m not even sure what some of those anatomical structures are.
It’s Damian Counsell’s ‘we just want our bins emptying’ meme.
Yes, very much so.
All this sparkly faffing does rather suggest a loss of focus. An encroachment of distraction and unseriousness. Which, it has to be said, is less than ideal in a fire-fighting service.
There’s an assumption among much of the public – not unfair, I think – that the more an organisation enthuses about rainbow flags and pronouns in bios, things of that sort, then the less likely it is that the potholes will get filled any time soon. Or whatever the organisation’s ostensible purpose happens to be. Albeit a purpose seemingly being buried underneath all that glitter and professed inclusivity.
Penny Lane, there is a fireman with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen
Apparent I misunderstood.
Boots, stockings, and bodysuits all of highly flammable synthetics. Probably the wigs too.
They should build bridges with that stuff.
Or as a fashion columnist in NYC once said – Lycra can do many things that it shouldn’t have to.
Band name.
High-tech mosh-pit crisis.
Whopping huge bilateral inguinal hernias or FUPA of The Damned (a Samuel L. Bronkowitz production)?
A dire warning.
If this doesn’t stop ICE, nothing will.
Hans, hol den Flammenwerfer
When haven’t they been? Did they use to ask whether someone is gay before putting out the fire?
Well, quite. It does seem to be a loudly announced solution to a problem that doesn’t exist. Still, we live in an age where The Expected Opinions must be announced, however needlessly, every year without fail, for at least a month, and all at taxpayer expense. And even if the effect of doing so is to diminish public confidence in those doing the announcing, rather than enhancing it, as we’re supposed to believe.
Remember the Seinfeld episode in which Kramer is harassed about not wearing an AIDS ribbon? Can you imagine being pressured by management to wear drag queen paraphernalia?
There is, I think, something of that about it. It seems to serve no obvious or urgent purpose, beyond announcing The Expected Opinions.
Why?
No one ever says why it matters. They just natter on as if representation is a self-evident good floating about untethered to any consideration of what, exactly, is being represented.
Fire.
Easily managed by the imposition of exorbitant fines. Do that a few times and the problem becomes negligible.
[ Writes down avoid mosh-pits. ]
[ Muffled laughter. ]
30th anniversary.
Meh. Imagine not telling them to fuck off. Apparently no one or not enough did. It only happens because people go along with it.
I was pressured on an annual basis to donate money to United Way. I never gave in, likely suffered some consequences. Hard to say for sure. Eventually I went elsewhere. I was told that they hired two people to replace me. God knows why. The job was pointless enough as it was. Others were fine with it tho. And so it persisted.
Bonus for the Kiffness number in the background.
Only if there’s a fire.
New verse for the Kinks…
We are the drag queen incongruity ephemera
God save cups of tea, Marmite on toast, etcetera
Hot takes from not too long ago.
I’d say the car won.
This comment has an easy explanation:
Because many Minnesotans are not serious people. Not serious, not adult, not sane.
Do I hear a hippie drum circle in the background?
The driver did nothing wrong.
They are not good people. They do not mean well. And it would be unwise to let them encircle you and hold you prisoner.
“Teens” shot playing the “ding dong ditch” prank. Except that they weren’t ringing doorbells, they were kicking doors at 3am as if they were home invaders. The mainstream Pravda news media fail to report that important fact. Once again, we see leftist “news” hacks protecting urban ferals who deserve to get shot.
…not serious people. Not serious, not adult, not sane.
How dare you?!
Protestors of note. OTOH, at least it gets them moving.
She and her masked associates are the ones needlessly initiating the drama. They are the ones going out of their way to aggress random strangers, creating a credible threat, and doing so with glee. It’s an in-your-face display of recreational malice. They are high on themselves, on their mob power, and they’re loving every minute of it.
And the activists’ power lies in an assumption that their victims will not risk injuring their assailants.
But to insist that the victims should remain trapped, inert, and at the mercy of their assailants, indefinitely, and while risking greater danger to themselves or their property, does not strike me as a morally defensible position.