And that of course is a very laudable goal. Many would say, “Whodathunkit?” Many would never have thought such things possible.

Musk’s volte-face is a very pleasant, most welcome surprise. And of course when Democrats see the light and convert to the Republican party, from Reagan to Trump himself, they never go back. Musk has of late become fed up with the Democrat party’s loonier and indeed more dangerous aspects, such as thinking it is somehow possible to change one’s sex and to enforce acceptance of such nonsense at a metaphorical sword’s point via “cancel culture” and other Soviet-style tactics ad nauseam. According to multiple sources last month, Musk’s 20-year-old son (one of 12 kids) recently delusionally thought himself a woman, trapped in a man’s body. The son summarily disowned the father, and vice versa.

To this, of course, one naturally rhetorically asks, “So what?” Nothing new. History is replete with such examples of father-son enmity. In 1183, Henry II, Britain’s greatest king, famously bellowed to his wife, Eleanor of Aquitaine:

“I don’t like my children!”

And he truly did not. They all disappointed him. Thus Henry intended to set off for Rome to annul Eleanor and marry Alys, his comely French paramour. Alys was more than young enough to be his daughter and could bear him many children. The King would get a do-over and this time get it right.

Alas, poor Henry, who by then was much like King Lear, who famously said, “How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless child,” at least according to Shakespeare. Henry’s surviving eldest son, Richard the Lionheart, allied with King Phillip II of France. Their combined armies defeated Henry in a decisive battle. The aging king soon succumbed to illness in 1189; dead at the age of 56.

But Musk could certainly pursue such an Alys option, which irresistibly reminds one of Bill Cosby’s joke, from the better days of 1982, about his father, who told the young future comedian back in the ’40’s:

“Listen here, son: I broughtcha into this world. I’ll take you out of it. And it won’t make no difference to me, ’cause I can make another kid who’ll look just like you.”

Hilarious. Bet you such scenarios are on the mind of King Elon, who has sworn eternal enmity to the Dims for poisoning his son’s mind with insane agitprop.

Don’t write me letters. Pete Tschaikowski is among my favourite composers, and I’ve performed a one-man show as Oscar Wilde. And 27 years and 100 pounds ago, dressed as Freddie Mercury, circa 1986, I took an historic theatre stage to lead a huge packed house, everyone in the crowd clapping and stomping away, in “We Will Rock You.” Being of that persuasion is one thing. But the “transgender” lunacy is another.

My wife and I have gay friends and family members. But even they agree with us about the whole “transgender” insanity. That is simply beyond the pale, as our friend, David, put it several years ago. Ex-military and very butch, Dave is very glad he’s a man––a gay man––and he has no use for such madness.

And madness it is; bona fide mental illness. This whole “transgender” nonsense––especially as it relates to de facto child abuse (butchering surgery for kids?) and drag queen indoctrination––has got to be stopped.

And how on earth can mere children––non-sexual prepubescent kids, for God’s sake––make the sort of body-butchering decisions some Democrat extremists call for? When I was a kid, I wanted to be a pirate. Boy, am I glad I never had an eye plucked out or a hand or a leg sawed off!

Talking of propaganda, there’s yet another real figure of fun in the usurping and phoney Biden White House (all the world knows Trump won, and Clueless Joe was installed in a Chinese-sponsored coup; a senile and non compos mentis Manchurian Candidate, as countless European media outlets, beyond the control of the American Deep State, have reliably reported). He is the assistant secretary of health, Richard Levine. Truly a delusional freak in sore need of psycho-corrective meds, electro-shock and a lengthy stay in a looney bin, Levine these days sports comically long and frizzy hair, wears a dress and styles himself “Rachel.” And this man works in your tax-funded government! Scandalous.

In any meaningful media-fuelled way, this sort of thing only began happening a few short years ago. Seemingly suddenly and overnight, Bruce Jenner and others flipped their lids and insisted upon being referred to as “she,” “her” and so on. And the mass media took only a few hours––less than a day!––to get on board and dutifully comply with said misuse of pronouns and more madness, all like so many sheep.

You can’t make this stuff up. And if Musk’s son has taken the same ride to Crazytown, no wonder he’s upset with the boy.

But we needn’t humour these people. They need to be brought back to reality. As someone said, “Your delusion does not deserve my compliance.”

As Dr. Joseph Berger, Canada’s pre-eminent psychiatrist, said in 2017, “transgenderism” is biologically absurd and patently impossible.

“There is such a thing as mutilation,” Berger wrote, “but there is no such thing as a ‘sex change.’”

Causa finita est.

MAKING A RIGHT A WRONG

Then there are women’s reproductive “rights,” which are really wrongs. Said phrase is a sick euphemism for “murdering babies.”

“My body, my choice!” the feminazis howl.

Well, no, it’s not your body. It’s another body growing inside your body.

By the illogic of the feminazis, a landlord could break into his apartment in the dead of night, slay his tenants therein, and, when the cops come, he could simply say:

“Oh, well. My apartment, my choice!”

The parallel is exact.

That’s basically all they got: drag queens and killing babies. Not exactly a “greatest hits” set list.

As Isaias lamented:

“Woe unto them that call evil good and good evil!”

Kabbalah Harass and the Dims are for ever prattling on about drag queens and infanticide and what wonderful things both are. Here in the midst of the second Great Depression in less than a hundred years, it’s all about “feelings” and singing and dancing whores (and as Tyrus Murdoch points out, “Megan the Horse” does both badly). Hilariously, Harris’s audiences invariably leave right after these “performers” do.

The Dims, who of course have engineered the current national mess at the behest of their Chinese masters, have nothing at all substantive to say about economic matters. While countless families must choose between groceries that are triple and quadruple what they were under Trump and gasoline by the gallon that’s thrice what it was four years ago, the Dims do nothing. They fiddle, and Rome burns.

Drag queens and killing babies. Is that really the hill the Dims wanna die on?

MUSK vs ZUCK

And it’s now emerged that Facebook CEO Mark Zuckerberg acknowledges the White House pressured Facebook to censor Wuhan ’flu-related material in 2021. The Bidenites also pressured Facebook to censor the Hunter Biden laptop story and label it “Russian disinformation,” a characterisation since been proven manifestly false. The White House still won’t admit this, and its brainless mouthpieces still hem and haw, mumbling about the importance of “independent thought” and “people making up their own minds”––not something the Dims are known for.

Revolutions eat their own. If even the Zuckerbergs of the world are admitting such things, Dims, you know you’re in trouble.

A friend of mine attended Yale with Zuckerberg. He denounced Zuck as “a complete airhead,” adding there was no way he could’ve invented a new recipe for pizza for his dorm buddies, let alone Facebook. Zuckerberg is a Soros stooge, and if he looks perpetually uncomfortable, embarrassed and generally ill at ease, as if he just swallowed a bad pickle, it’s probably because he realises his shareholders ain’t happy and that his money is not truly his own but Soros’s.

In sharp contrast, Musk bought Twitter and truly turned it around. He’s clearly an entirely savvier businessman than is Zuck. Maybe soon Musk will buy Facebook, too.

We can hope. 

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