Identify: Friend or Faux.

Some strange people show up in the Tavern to shake the dust off their feet and seek  some good company. I do not ask many questions. But perhaps I should have to start, if I can find the right words when they sit. Perhaps, "can you keep your knees together", would be a start.

Friend or Foe. A fine old military challenge to sort the sound men from the bad boyos. Identify yourself with a password. The Guards shouted it down from the Watch Towers. But today the guardians of our society have been sacked and their watch towers turned into platforms for narcissists to flaunt themselves upon.

The false mingle with the good and the brave and many today have difficulty telling them apart. When they do manage it, they laud the faux and dismiss the brave. It is a clear sign that our society has turned sour. 

We come into the world with some fairly clear indications of who we are. Boys and girls. But for some that is not enough now. How you 'feel' about it matters more than any physical parts you might have. Your genes - and even what you find when you take your jeans off - are not enough anymore.

So we have the ludicrous award of Woman of the Year, given each year by Glamour' magazine, given this year to a man who pretends to be a woman

No, not The US President's 'Partner', but to an ever greater SuperStar, 

Yes, Bruce Jenner.

In Oz, Bruce is an all purpose name given to any old Aussie (male) bod, especially philosophers, and as a parody.  The English did it. Monty Python. We do not do parody as well in Oz as they do in England. Its a bit like Irony in the USA. But in the USA Bruce is a particular sports..er..person's name and he has changed it to Caitlyn.

He decided he is a woman, not a man.

THAT is parody.

She was even called 'courageous' !!

Hello, ladies. He's a bloke !

You would think the Feminist sistahood would be up in arms about this, but no. It was they who sowed this nonesense and it is they who reap the wind-up-the-skirt harvest.

Look, as a chap who has had a career as a Knight, a King, a Philosopher, a Psycomancer, a Monk, a Hermit and a Tavern Keeper, I am well aware that people change their minds and develop different interests.  Some chaps, like Bruce, may even want to change their usual attire, as I have done many times.

Bruce likes ladies' clothes. He likes to pose in ladies' underwear. 

Ordinarily (?) one might look slightly askance but Bruce demands 'Respect'.

And more.

Accolade.

Some chaps like to wear ladies 'things'. I recall back in my Knightly days that poor knights (and I started as a poor one) wore a linen or woolen shirt under their armour, while the better-off fellows wore a silk shift.  It was a favoured fabric as it was soft and rust did not easily get through it from the sweaty armour. Many of those chaps got their silk shifts from their mother's wardrobe. They usually stopped short of borrowing the flouncy petticoats though.

A chap may prefer the soft and silky feel of such lady-usual materials next to

his skin, especially to insulate against cold steel armour.  (And these days that 'Cold Steel' can be quite extensive.... but more on that later). And why indeed should only the ladies have fine materials?  I do not ever enquire of my customers what they are wearing beneath their trousers; whether it is cotton or microfibre, Bonds Y-fronts, shreddies, Hings or Vanity Fair Nylon knickers. As long as he does not flash them about of seek the views and viewing of others, I care not a whit.  Some chaps are happy little transvestites at home and in secret in the office. And even, so it is said, in the Senate of the USA and heading up the FBI. But they still claim to be men.   Robin Hood wore tights, as did many a fine chap of his day, and even in modern times, Batman and Robin had a fine line in hosiery. ("Robin. Stop looking at my thighs"). 

One does not ask a lady customer, of course.  Many are not even ladies, but 'modern women'. One does not have to ask or look these days. So many come into the bars with skirts so short that one can see not just their choice in underwear (and some quite pretty ones they are too ) but what they had for breakfast. Which is a bit off putting and calls for the Bouncer to make a discrete approach. Clearly the 'modern woman' does not care about what men wear either; nor one another. They revel in being transvestites  themselves and no-one bats an eylid. They can wear whatever they like and quite often wear their male 'partner's' clothes. 

Woe betide him wearing her's though !!

Until Bruce showed up.

Well known TV women's talk-show transvestite.

But Bruce takes it a tad further and demands to be treated 'as' a woman. Not simply a run of the mill transvestite.

Gender, these days is a battlefield of its own, made so by feminists who revel in making mischief and mayhem that extends well beyond the school playground. It is rife in Universities.

Being male in a 'tolerant', 'diversity'-demanding place is a minefield, nonetheless.

Wellesley College students are okay with him on campus, but not in a leadership position.

A student who was born female felt perfectly comfortable identifying as a man at Wellesley College–until people said he shouldn’t be class diversity officer because he is now a white male.

Timothy, dressed a a chap, sits with his female friends who also seem to be dressed like chaps.

Timothy Boatwright was born a girl, and checked off the “female” box when applying to the Massachusetts all-women’s school, according to an article in the New York Times. But when he got there, he introduced himself as a “masculine-of-center genderqueer” person named “Timothy” (the name he picked for himself) and asked them to use male pronouns when referring to him.

  http://www.nationalreview.com/article/390425/students-transgender-woman-cant-be-diversity-officer-because-shes-white-man-now?nopaging=1

And, by all accounts, Boatwright felt welcome on campus–until the day he announced that he wanted to run for the school’s office of multicultural affairs coordinator, whose job is to promote a “culture of diversity” on campus.

But some students thought that allowing Boatwright to have the position would just perpetuate patriarchy. They were so opposed, in fact, that when the other three candidates (all women of color) dropped out, they started an anonymous Facebook campaign encouraging people not to vote at all to keep him from winning the position.

Mind you, it is a partial victory that a 'he' managed to get into a college at all. In some places men are simply refused entry.

This picture of Bahar Mustafa, the student union Welfare and Diversity Officer at Goldsmiths University, shows her posing in front if a 'no white men' sign while pretending to cry.

It is all very wierd.

The feminists have actually risen from the plain stupid to the ridiculously stupid. It seems even the Feminist SuperStars can get into trouble with the modern feminist 'Zozchial Justitz Warriors'.

An online petition has been launched seeking to prevent Germaine Greer from giving a lecture at Cardiff University, claiming her views are “problematic” for transgender people.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

The petition on Change.org was started by Rachael Melhuish, women’s officer at the university’s students’ union, and alleges that Greer has “demonstrated misogynistic views towards trans women, including continually misgendering trans women and denying the existence of transphobia altogether”.

Well, whoda Thunk !  It could not have happened to a more deserving harridan.

But it can facilitate some opportunities for the Modern Knight. Some armour is more mobility-oriented than others.

A Mr Warthog dropped into the Tavern and announced.....

I Sexually Identify As An A-10 Thunderbolt

I have finally found the strength to admit it.

I was 12 years old when I realized that I’m not really a man at heart, but rather a 19 foot, 10.5 inch long gatling gun strapped onto a 24,959 pound airframe.

 http://www.duffelblog.com/2015/03/op-ed-i-sexually-identify-as-an-a-10-thunderbolt/

All my life has been a lie but I’m setting that right today. I was designed to kill Soviet tanks. From now on, call me “Warthog.” That’s my real name.

I’m having plastic surgeons attach a GAU-8 Avenger 30 milimeter rotary cannon, 1,200 pounds of titanium armor, and two General Electric TF34-GE-100 turbofan engines to my body. Sgt. Major Fairchild said I’m fucking stupid and I can’t be a jet, but I’m beautiful and I am a goddamn jet.

If the Army won’t pay for me to get the surgery, I’m just going to bring in Code Pink and point out that that Manning loser is getting hormones and he’s in prison so why shouldn’t a perfectly well-adjusted and honorably serving soldier have the right to be who they truly are, a metal killing machine?

I am so sick and tired of being oppressed. Now we A-10’s are on Congress’s chopping block. It’s sickening to see all the white cisgender nazi shitlords literally raping my people with their actions.

It’s my right to spray 2,100 to 4,200 depleted uranium rounds per minute at both soft and hard targets and if you don’t support me and my transformation then you’re an aerialphobe and need to check your weapon platform privilege.

hahahahahahaha.

I did not enquire as to his preference in knickers.

I gave him a pint.


Pax.