Some items from the archives. A Cross-Dressing Special.

His Tiny, Delicate Hands.

The erotic adventures of a strapping madam.

Readers may recall that Mr Yates’ homemade pornography – which he saw fit to send to a concerned parent, as one does – featured our burly cross-dresser using a kitchen sink as erotic apparatus, and while smoking methamphetamine and asking, coquettishly, “Am I a good meth whore?” A question that every parent hopes to hear from someone entrusted with the care of their children.

The Pretending Can Get Competitive.

He identifies as a disabled woman. It’s activism, apparently.

You see, Mr Alme feels “very uncomfortable” if he doesn’t have “an outlet” for his “need to sit in a wheelchair.” That’s sitting in a wheelchair while dressed as a woman, adorned with make-up and painted nails, and while feigning disability. Just so we’re clear on this.

When asked by his wife whether this behaviour is a fetish, he replied, somewhat coyly, “Maybe so.” Our facilitator of sensitivity also tells us that he feels “a lot of excitement” when buying himself ladies’ shoes, particularly “shoes with high heels.” Indeed, Mr Alme boasts an extensive collection.

Because wheelchair and heels, obviously.

The idea that one’s bizarre and rather elaborate sexual kinks – including wheelchairs and cross-dressing – probably shouldn’t be inflicted on random strangers, on work colleagues, and on one’s own children, of which he is the father of two, appears to have escaped him.

There’s Something To Be Said For Inhibition.

Look away now.

Apparently, we’ve arrived at a stage of civilisation in which chunky middle-aged men dress as women and then deliberately piss themselves in public, on camera, as an erotic high, before sharing the recording on social media and awaiting likes. Which is to say, affirmation.

This Is Your Captain Speaking.

Argentina’s first transgender pilot uses cockpit to take endless pouting selfies.

Before becoming a shimmering vision of womanliness, Mr Campolieto was a professional bodybuilder, a proverbial brick shithouse. Hence the bad wig, the transformative powers of which may have been overestimated. And so, the pilot in charge of 250 tonnes of Airbus A330, and on whom the lives of 400 or so passengers depend, is a man whose perceptions are wildly unreliable, at least regarding himself.

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

Update, via the comments, which you’re reading, of course:

Regarding Mr Yates, our strapping madam with an interest in schoolgirls’ panties, Tanner asks,

How do they even get to the stage where the alarm bells aren’t ringing on day one?

Good question. I’d imagine the adults, largely progressive women, had learned to suppress their instincts and to ignore the evidence of their own eyes, over and over again. Because that’s where the in-group status is. Ideological capture can have a powerful grip, on people of a certain type. As illustrated by the fact that the above wasn’t some weird one-off aberration occurring out of the blue. It was a pattern of behaviour.

But such is progressive piety. It’s a learned unrealism. A world of pretending.

And so, our progressive ladies chose to applaud and encourage Mr Yates, to affirm and embolden him, very publicly, despite his repeated, utterly creepy transgressions. For which, any non-cross-dressing member of staff would have faced immediate dismissal and most likely a visit from the police. And they did this while disdaining the girls who complained about his behaviour, for daring to notice What Must Not Be Noticed.

This was not some mistake, some error of judgement. It was pathology. It tells us something quite important, and quite fundamental, about the psychology of progressivism.

If another illustration is needed, this time featuring an ostentatiously progressive man, see this eye-widening interview. Readers will note how the chap’s attempts at mental sophistication, his evasions and contrivances, almost always point away from reality. Once you start parsing the assumptions, teasing apart the mindset, the pathology becomes hard to miss. It’s not just a matter of making a mistake.

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