Trans-land of happy submission.

Men whom we are not permitted to call men, because they say we can't, are beating women on the racing track. Other men whom we are not permitted to call men are literally beating women's skulls until they crack in the boxing cages. Is there a point behind it all? I think so. The point is submission, for men and women, gay and straight, athletes or not. Submission to whatever the pyramid of bureaucracy above us will be pleased to force us to say we believe is real when we know it's not. This pyramid of dictatorial authority is so high its top is hidden in Olympian clouds and so heavy it compresses reality itself.

Are there women athletes whom we are not allowed to call women because they are designated trans-men? Are these women beating male runners by the simple virtue of calling themselves men? Are they breaking men's faces in the boxing cage? No? No, no and no. Scientists are baffled by this. We are not baffled because we submit to whatever lies they waterboard us with. We drink them down as fast as they pour and call it sweet water when we know it's poisoned Kool-Aid. We must not know things that we know. We must only know things the pyramid orders us to know.

Sports is only a small part of this experiment in mental and spiritual and physical oppression. There are, in the USA at least, and wherever machines instead of people count votes, trans-voters whom we must not call digital or dead or non-citizens voting illegally. These machines and the stooges operating them have trans-elected a trans-president.

Should we call these machines trans-humans? Up here in trans-Canada we have trans-police trans-kidnapping and terrorizing selected innocent and healthy people and spiriting them away to secret prisons we must call "hotels" and "quarantine" though we know they are prisons for people who have done no harm, committed no crime and have no real disease.

Or do we know? Are we healthy people really healthy or are we, all of us, trans-healthy? The word we must say is "A-symptomatic", that helps the Kool-Aid to go down and stay down up here in trans-Canada. Practice lying to yourself every day, it gets easier, I promise you. Believe every lie until you believe it, it's a broad and easy primrose path down down, down to the trans-land of happy submission. You're gonna love it.