At Cromwell High School in Connecticut, a 15-year-old boy with a mustache recently crushed female competitors in track and field, to the great dismay of the girls who have spent many intense days training so hard.
This doesn’t seem fair, does it?
It does in the left’s brave new world of fundamental transformation.
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The boy, you see, calls himself a girl. That’s his self-proclaimed “gender identity.” And all’s fair in the bizarre universe of modern-day LGBTQ liberalism.
The Connecticut Interscholastic Athletic Conference permits students and their schools to decide which teams they can join. The conference is abiding by state and federal laws mandating that students have the ability to compete on sports teams that accord with their public “gender identity.”
And 15-year-old biological boy, Andraya Yearwood, identifies (at least for now) as a girl. And get this, sports fans: He’s only a freshman.
He could easily dominate the girls’ meets for four years.
Too bad, ladies. You’ve come a long way, baby, but liberalism’s new world is erecting some brand spanking new obstacles to your progress.
So, if your daughter runs track at Cromwell High, she better be able to run faster than a boy.
The (real) girl who finished second to Andraya, a junior named Kate Hall, was tearful over her loss. “It’s frustrating,” Hall said. “But that’s just the way it is now. … I can’t really say what I want to say, but there’s not much I can do about it.”
No, there’s not. Kate is clearly scared to say what she really wants to say. She doesn’t want to be denounced as a “hater,” as an intolerant “bigot” toward LGBTQ persons. As “trans-phobic.”
Ditto for Hall’s coach, Ben Bowne, who’s no doubt terrified about saying anything that would bring him the enmity of the nature redefiners at the government school. The coach lamely told the Hartford Courant: “Kate was emotional. She works really hard. She’s a very competitive athlete. She hates losing to anybody.”
Yes, poor Kate. Emotional girl.
Her coach continued: “I’ve just told her all year run your best. If this girl has better times than you, she’s going to help you as a runner. That’s what we focused on.”
Okay, coach. You go right ahead and focus on that.
As for the father of the transgender “girl,” he’s fully on board the LGBTQ-liberal train. He apparently has been sufficiently indoctrinated into the progressive worldview, and thus is tolerating no objections. He told the Hartford newspaper: “If someone says, ‘Why is your daughter running with the girls?’ I say because she’s my daughter, much like the reason your daughter is running with the girls.” The dad barks: “She’s running exactly where she should be running!”
The dad, of course, is merely mimicking the prevailing progressive zeitgeist, exhaling the left’s cultursmog. Note how he cleverly uses all the right liberal language to silence any critics who dare suggest this was an unfair race biased toward his “daughter.”
And good for him. The well-coached dad is simply taking a page from the Bible of liberalism, The New York Times, which, in a breathtaking February editorial titled, “Welcoming Transgender Boy Scouts,” authoritatively stated: “The Boy Scouts are recognizing transgender boys for what they genuinely are: boys.”
Well, okay, liberals. If these are your rules, then let’s play by ’em. On your mark, set, go!
So, liberals, if your daughters lose their track meets, or swim meets, or tennis tournaments, or golf tournaments, or whatever other sporting events to inherently stronger biological boys declaring themselves girls—and perhaps lose D-1 scholarships in the process—then suck it up and take one for the liberal team.
You’ve created this monster. And now you can live with it.
Personally, my favorite spectacles have been the transgender girls (read: biological boys) who are trouncing biological girls in weightlifting competitions. They do so, hoisting huge barbells over their heads and then hoisting glistening trophies from the winner’s platform, as everyone in the room politely stares, mouths agape, terrified to dare raise nary a peep of protest—at the risk of being excoriated for their “hateful” “intolerance.” (Click here and here and here, among others.)
The absurdity is surreal. It’s comical. It’s like we’re watching at an old Monty Python skit, except this is no gag.
Many more such incidents will follow, including at the collegiate level, which should send Title IX academic feminists into fits of whirling rage as college women lose to college men calling themselves “women.” (But then again, radical feminists have always told us that a girl can do anything a boy can do, including physically.)
It’s less a triumph for this or that transgender girl than it is for the insanity that is liberalism/progressivism. It’s a gold medal for liberalism, a trophy for the dictatorship of relativism, where everything is redefinable, including one’s own definition of one’s biological reality, despite what over a trillion chromosomes tell a person his or her gender truly is.
Like communism, liberalism inevitably implodes under the weight of its own unnatural and unsustainable contradictions. And, frankly, sometimes the implosion can be fun to watch. Really, I can’t help but cheer on these transgender gals, who are giving liberals a heaping dose of their own medicine.
The madness of progressive ideology is giving birth to these strange beasts, which, in turn, ultimately eat their own.
The left is like Saturn. It eats its own children. Enjoy the feast you’ve prepared, liberals.