The furniture assembler came into the living room. He asked whom the new desk was for and the mother said it was for her daughter. The young twenty-something on the sofa appeared to be she, so he asked, “Are you the daughter?” “No, I’m the son.” she said. “My name is Zach.” That must be Zach for Zachary, he thought. Zechariah was one of the minor biblical prophets. That’s where we got the English boy’s name. But wait a cotton-pickin’ minute. “Zach” has a soprano voice, soft skin and pectoral protrusions. He must be a girl.
Sex is now a choice, is it?. I’m not speaking of the act, but rather of the essence. Mankind’s never-ending endeavor to overrule the laws of nature is making its final assault on sexual identity itself. The arrogance of it is not so subtle when men decide they’re women. The results are usually too grotesque to speak of. A man puts on a tight black minidress and a jeans jacket and flaunts himself around the evening streets in the center of town.
On the other hand, when a woman arbitrarily decides that she is a man or will become a man, the visual effect is less frightening. Perhaps less frightening, but not more convincing. American men have been emasculated in our lifetimes. Now, your run-of-the-mill manly man is criticized for his “toxic masculinity”. The matrons of our society are relentless in their nagging, some literally driving real men out of the house to search for some peace and quiet.
Half a century ago, men were men and women were women. And that was that. Everyone took it for granted. It would have been preposterous for a girl like “Zach” to try and pass herself off as a boy. But now a girl like “Zach”perceives some androgynous elements to her innermost being and decides that she is a boy. And, when she names herself “Zach”, and calls herself “the son”, the people around her are supposed to keep a straight face. It’s profoundly disturbing. Since the mother in this case was his customer, the assembler knew that he had to maintain decorum. She didn’t bat an eyelash at “Zach’s” proclamation, so he couldn’t just laugh in Zach’s face. He wasn’t there to conduct a counseling session; he was there simply to assemble the desk.
But, the disturbance of the queer moment has not left him. Why was it so strange? In a word it was the nonchalance. No one took exception to the outlandish claim that a young woman could declare herself a man and expect the people around her to just blithely accept it. The silence wasn’t exactly deafening, but it certainly sounded funny. When the assembler was done and left the customer’s home, he wasn’t laughing. He wasn’t crying, either. He was just baffled.
So, now that “Zach” has decided that she’s a boy, does that mean that everyone within her sphere of influence has to play along with her charade? Will she take offense when some kid looks up at her, sees the obvious sexual characteristics and says, “You’re not a boy!” Does his ignorance of goofy adult decision-making turn the innocent kid into a bigot?
The photograph that you see above is from the Facebook page of the American Embassy in Tokyo. You can see the happy first recipient of a “non-binary” U. S. Passport. If you ask me, she looks somewhat like a woman; Ask her and she may say she’s a man or something else on the ever-broadening spectrum of human sexuality. Who knows? Are we supposed to care? Tokyo’s is a major American embassy, commanded by none other than Ambassador Rahm Emmanuel himself. He’s the one who told us to never let a good crisis go to waste. Old Rahm seems to be taking advantage of the current sexual dysphoria. If his embassy Facebook page puts that up, it’s something worth noticing. It’s obvious when officialdom swallows this swill, we’re in the midst of a sexual crisis.
Now that it’s Pride Month, here’s the first June entry to the same embassy’s page:
Girls can decide they are boys and people aren’t supposed to object. Homosexuals can decide they are married and get equal benefits in this brave new world. You know that this isn’t over, folks. There will be new forms of mind-blowing queerness to come. The robe is off the emperor but he will damned well gallivant about town in his new birthday suit for all to see. And, we are supposed to just accept the lies out of respect until we’re too weary or confused to deal with the cognitive dissonance that this creates.
Astounding, isn’t it, how far we have fallen within the lifetimes of some of us who remember when the basic rules of sexual nature were never challenged. The occasional anomalies were treated as such and mostly ignored. Now, the lies are so in-your-face that we can’t just ignore them. However, if we don’t play along, then we are the ones who will be ostracized by this outlandish world. It’s time to speak forth or forever hold our peace, the consequences be damned.
It’s sad to know that it is the very subjects of this deception, i.e., the “Zachs” of this world, who are living the lie. They will never know the simple truth of creation until they come to themselves and realize that God meant them to be content within the bodies of their birth. God made man and woman in his own image at the very pinnacle of his creation. The psalmist spoke of God and said, “I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.” (Psalm 139:14) Oh, that all could just accept their God-given sexual identity and quietly thank Him for it.
Handwritings on the Wall 