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

Needless to say, the situation does not improve.

“Can we get another car over here… He is having a breakdown.”

“SHEEEE!”

[ Lunges. ]

“JUST SAY THE RIGHT PRONOUNS!”

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.




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