Once upon a time, over three decades ago, the little girls of my 3rd Grade Class at Fourth Baptist Christian School were shocked to find a man...A MAN...in the girls' bathroom during our morning break.

As we were forbidden from speaking during our bathroom breaks, we stared at him in horrified silence. Instead of putting a sign outside the bathroom or instantly leaving the bathroom as a godly janitor would have done, he seemed to be getting his yucks from the experience, grinning broadly, trying to engage us in conversation and jolly us along. "Why won't you talk to me?" he asked. We stared back in silent terror and ran to tell our teacher.

Of course, nothing was ever done about it just as nothing was ever done when the pastors publiclygroomed, raped and committed adultery with High School students. But I digress.

Fast-forward thirty-three years and the Fake Biden Administration is threatening to starve the children of any school district that assigns a particular gender to a particular bathroom, excluding the other 66 or 85 (I forget!) genders from using that particular facility.

Oh, what fresh Hell is this!?!

Puberty is hard enough for boys without feminine hygiene products being offered in the Boys' bathroom. Becoming confident manly men is hard enough without females in your bathroom and locker rooms.

For us ladies, it's hard enough to cope with the onset of menstruation without knowing that Jody (known yesterday as "John") is using the stall next to you in the Girls' Bathroom. Until you've handled midterms, flooding and horrific cramps all on the same day as a young teenager, don't you dare identify as female. You haven't got the first clue what we go through!

How can a child possibly learn appropriate boundaries with a drag queen strutting their stuff in their face?

How do you know if the man skulking in the girls' bathroom is a rapist or just trans? How do you learn appropriate boundaries? How do you learn to identify grooming and sexual abuse when every "reality" TV programs shows women grabbing each other's boobs without so much as a "How do ya do"!?!

Where do you set a boundary? When do you scream? Basically you can't scream unless you want to be labeled as "transphobic." Oh! The horror!

President Trump is right: "Everything woke turns to shit" and that includes the childhoods of kids growing up in this crazy as a bedbug, mass-grooming society.

It must be Hell! How I pity the children!

There's a difference between guilt and shame. Guilt is useful. It informs you when you've done something morally wrong and warns you never to do it again. It's constructive (unless abusers get a hold of it and then ppfffftttt.)

Shame, on the other hand, is invalid. It shouts that you are wrong. That there's something intrinsically wrong with you. That you are unequal to life and invalid as a person. That God made a mistake. Shame is a liar. It serves no purpose. It's destructive.

Now imagine the shame of a four-year-old boy whose parents, wanting to be a member of the "in" crowd of parents by having a trans kids, purchase Carmen Liu underwear from him because it"flattens the side profile of the pelvic area." Imagine if they force him to wear these satin-bow embellished underwear as a little boy and then tucking/flattening underwear all though High School, regardless of his anger and frustration.

He will watch other boys mature into men, proud of their manhood, while his must be painfully flattened and tucked, as though there's something intrinsically wrong and shameful about his body.

For the rest of his life, unless he seeks intense therapy, that man (if he was allowed to undergo puberty and keep his penis) may feel shame every time he uses the bathroom, takes a shower, gets dressed or has sex. That kind of shame from such a young age doesn't go away easily. It's ingrained for life.

Much like the fake-as-shit Duggar family, many of the circles in which I grew up seemed to consider the female body a walking-talking evil. A temptation. The guilt for men's lust lay, in part, with the woman who failed to properly disguise her God-given curves in baggy, shapeless clothes, preferably stiff denim from neck to knees.

As you might imagine, that made puberty much more hellacious than it needed to be. I'll never forget my father grimly stating, "We still love you" when I entered puberty. The "anyways" was loudly implied. Meanwhile, convinced that I was trying to seduce her husband (my dad), my mother hurled accusations if I wanted any but the plainest bra and forbade any flattering clothes. No neckline was high enough. Any hint of sexuality was swiftly and severely punished but I was allowed no physical boundaries to protect myself from them.

So I can empathize with the agony of little girls whose mothers take them to Target to buy, not a feminine floral training bra, but a plain, ugly TomboyX compression bra.

While other girls enjoy their burgeoning womanhood, these brainwashed girls are damned to feel nothing but shame about their bodies if they're allowed to undergo natural puberty at all.

Girls brainwashed to believe they'll be happier as boys aren't very unlike girls raised in cults who are inculcated to feel so filthy about their bodies that they've been known to attempt cutting off their own breasts. The only difference is that "trans" biological girls are pushed into double mastectomies in a surgical, clean environment with great celebration.

It's all abuse.

Some don't survive long enough to have "gender reassignment" surgery. Mystep-daughter didn't. Neither did Yaeli. Both of them loved and enjoyed being girls until the Rainbow Flag got its grubby mitts on them. Deluged with so much "support" for supposedly being trans, they couldn't find their way back to their God-given gender without risking rejection, bullying and ultimately loosing their "specialness" for being the trans club.

That's what killed them. Too much "support." Not the lack of support as we're always told.

If they'd been allowed to enjoy the gender the Good Lord gave them, they'd be alive today.

But on a lighter note, if you're happy with your gender, you can always switch species instead. Meet the Furries: Kids and even teenagers who identify as animals, wear animal costumes to school, communicate in class with meows and barks and even hiss at and lick their classmates.

apparently the rumor of them relieving themselves in litterboxes in the school bathrooms is just an urban myth, but there's always a kernel of doubt. This society is so batshit crazy that I wouldn't put it past the Woke Crowd to introduce that $hit as well, no pun intended.

Well, I'm not gonna be the one to sift that litterbox!

For years I've told Michael, "There's no right in a wrong situation" and this entire world is a Wrong Situation. Mankind has fucked it up beyond all recognition so, regardless of what choices you make, they'll always be wrong because this world is so wrong. You're damned if you do, damned if you don't and I'm getting pretty damn sick of it!

But at least you and I grew up in an era when there were two genders and if you found the wrong gender in your bathroom, you had every right to scream and no one would shame you for it!

Men could enjoy being men, wearing manyly clothes and doing manly things.

Women could enjoy being women, wear pink, frilly, floral clothes and doing girly things.

It just worked because that's how God made us.

And now? Nothing works!