The Great Pretenders

Just another fake hate crime in our self-contradictory new world of gender pretenders:

DURHAM, N.C. – A transgender woman claims she was escorted out of a public North Carolina restroom by security – but surveillance video shows it might not have happened.

Of course it didn’t happen.  Most ‘hate crimes’ these days demonstrably* never happened.  But that wasn’t what caught my attention.  It was this sentence from the same article:

The Durham woman said she wanted to make a statement by going into a woman’s restroom and snapping a selfie in the mirror.

Now, read that marvel of self-contradiction again.
A woman wanted to ‘make a statement’ by going into the women’s restroom. Strange, millions of women go into the women’s restroom every day, and that doesn’t make a statement.  The only way it can make a statement is if the woman is not a woman, but a man, which is exactly what he is**.

So why does the article refer to him as ‘she’? Because in our politically correct public sphere, each person is to be allowed to define himself as he wishes*** and everyone else must go along with it.
The press knowingly presents Mr. Adams’ lie about himself to us as if it were the truth. Universities force students to go along with the pretension, or face penalties.  City governments will fine you heavily for not playing along with the pretender.
If a man claims to be a woman, even though he is physically the same person he was when he claimed to be a man, the politically correct will insist very loudly and forcefully that he is now a woman. But it’s a lie, or words mean nothing.  And they say we must embrace the lie that the lie might set a sexually-confused adult free.
This is Social Justice in a nutshell.  It is the insistence that we knowingly lie – to each other and to ourselves – so that someone, somewhere, can feel like he is making a statement.
* One redeeming quality of the surveillance state, I suppose.
** A sexually-disoriented one more likely than a black-knighting one.
*** With certain limitations. You cannot make up your race or age yet. Yet.