Lionel Shriver in the @spectator:
“people who are mentally ill in other respects are consistently the most susceptible to deciding they were ‘born in the wrong body’. The trans cult attracts the insecure, the lost & ungrounded; the unstable, disturbed &, yes, outright deranged”
@Logan_XI@HaydenHewitt@midgeure1 Blaize Bailey once launched himself at my husband and his mate, they both did the ‘wah’ thing with a pint in their hands. I was in the middle and got covered in their beer. Charmed life!
@HaydenHewitt Saw them in Birmingham last Saturday and said the exact same thing. I also had a wave of melancholy, lyrics written/inspired from an education slowly being eroded from schools.
Reminder
A 'trans child' is a gender non conforming/gay/autistic/abused child who has been pathologised, commoditised, and finally monetised.
This is a child who has their childhood sacrificed for transgenderism and fraud medicine.
Let 2025 be the year that the tide finally turns and children are safeguarded from this monstrous abuse.
Veils of Silence
In the land of mountains, where winds once roared,
Women now walk through a locked and barred door.
The sky, a muted shade of gray,
Hides the dreams that were swept away.
Books lie closed, their pages unturned,
The fires of knowledge quietly burned.
Classrooms empty, their voices gone,
A future erased before it dawned.
Workplaces stand as hollow shells,
Echoing tales they dare not tell.
Hands once skilled now idle lie,
As ambition fades beneath the sky.
Faces covered, voices stilled,
A nation’s daughters, dreams unfulfilled.
Existing as shadowed, movement confined,
The prison they live in is state-defined.
Parks and laughter are out of reach,
Freedom is now a forbidden speech.
A mother whispers a lullaby,
Hiding the tears she can’t deny.
But beneath the veils, a fire remains,
A quiet rebellion courses their veins.
For hope, though fragile, cannot die,
And courage lives where freedom lies.
Though shadows fall and silence reigns,
The spirit of women cannot be chained.
And though today, her rights are denied,
The mountains whisper—she’ll turn the tide.