Our Kids are Watching

Some of you have asked why we should care when people like Demi Lovato make it into the news when they declare that their pronouns have changed. Again.

We should care because your kids are watching. They see someone who is on the children’s shows that they watch, telling them that they can be trans. This is just another way of grooming children.

Instead of ignoring them, ceding the field to them, letting them have the megaphone, we should be opposing them. We should be calling them out for this. Don’t let them be the only ones who get to talk to your kids about this. Children are impressionable. Let’s give children the other viewpoint.

No Grooming

Teachers in Orange county, Florida are upset that they can’t groom kids

The Orange County teachers union says many teachers are worried the laws could stamp out all conversation related to race and the LGBTQ community.

“Teachers were hearing that they won’t be allowed to wear clothing that was rainbow colored or rainbow lanyards or they won’t be able to wear Black Lives Matter shirts,”

So no political indoctrination allowed while you are being paid to teach. Do that shit on your own time.

“Do we obey what we know is right as we did with humanity, as we did with our community, as we did with our students, or do we chose to comply with a wrongful law that disenfranchises our most vulnerable?”

Go ahead. FAFO.

Getting Help

Back in 2012, I posted about something from my past that applies to the whole “red flag” debate. I’m going to repost it here.


Three minutes after the initial call to 911, we arrived at
the front of a small, well-kept house, a typical one for the area. There
are toys scattered about the yard, undoubtedly left there by a small

The first through the door, I arrive in a rush and take in
the scene. Even now, nineteen years later, that image is burned into my
memory as clearly as if it were yesterday. There is a small child lying
on the couch in the living room, a small pitiful figure, his skin is a
mottled gray. He is covered in water and appears lifeless.

An adult male is standing next to the couch. He is soaked from the waist down, his clothing disheveled; his eyes red-rimmed, he looks like a wild man. I will not find out that this man was the child’s uncle for
another fifteen minutes.

I pick up the child, and he is cold. He does not stir, even when I harshly pinch his arm. I move to the door to the safety and privacy of the truck.

On the way out to my ambulance, I quickly look him over. He is about three years old, 12 kilos or so. Lying lifeless in my arms, he doesn’t appear to be doing very well. He isn’t breathing and has no pulse. My mind already computing drug dosages and accessing protocols, I reach for my radio and called in a “code” to the dispatch center.

I place my lips over the child’s mouth, and give gentle breaths. Chest compressions. Breaths.

We arrive at the truck, and I select the proper sized ET tube, and slide
it down his throat. My partner begins squeezing the bag, and I start an

I place him on the monitor, and I note that he is in asystole. Not good.

I spent the next 40 minutes fighting the battle that I knew we had lost before we even arrived.

As the helicopter flew away, taking with it the small, pitiful body once
so full of life, so precious to all who knew him, his Uncle approached
and asked me what he should tell his brother. He wanted to know how to tell a man that his baby boy drowned in a backyard pool while his Uncle took a shower. He then put his head on my shoulder, wrapped his arms around me and cried for the next ten minutes.

I went back to the station, numb. I didn’t know what to feel. All I knew was that I was empty, spent. In the weeks that followed, I had a harder and harder time going to work and functioning. I finally told my supervisor, who referred me to CISM. I was in therapy for that call for a while. It was hard to deal with. I even took anti-depressant medication for about 6 months. It was tough living with the ghosts of that call. I still get teary eyed sometimes when I think about that day, about what I could have done differently. Normal reactions, I think, to such a tragedy.

There are those who would deny me the right to own a firearm because I feel pain at the loss of a child. They wish to see people lose their rights without a hearing or a trial, simply because they sought help when they needed it. Millions of Americans seek therapy, take anti-depressants, and own firearms. None of them killed anyone yesterday.

No, they claim that being depressed at the thought of holding a dead child, at failing in the attempt to save his life, at having to console his mourning caregiver is an abnormal reaction that makes you a potential homicidal killer who needs to be stripped of his rights.

Those same people argue that it is completely sane for a parent to hire a doctor to surgically remove a child’s penis, because that child says he wants to be a girl today, even though that same child believed that he was a robot yesterday and a T-rex last week.

They argue that you can hire a lawyer, go to a hearing, and fight to try to get your rights back. The easier answer?

Suffer in silence.

Isn’t that what they claim is wrong with forcing trannies and fags to stay in the closet?

Every Time

Every time there is a sting looking to catch pedophiles and other sexual predators, you can be nearly sure that a Disney employee will be among those who were caught. The sting this week is no exception.

“What would an operation be — either a pornography investigation or predator operation or human trafficking operation — without a Disney employee? We always have a Disney employee,” Judd said.

I have blogged about this for years: Disney hates gun owners, but loves them some sexual predators. The reason is obvious: the great granddaughter of one of the company’s founders is a tranny who claims to be a “he” and is working as a science teacher.

Keep it to Yourself

  • I don’t care how you want to get it on while in your own bedroom.
  • I don’t care if you think you are a man, a woman, or a Bantam Rooster.
  • I don’t care if you want to go on down to the courthouse and get married.

Just don’t expect me to join you in your delusions and sexual games, and keep that shit away from children.

Spacey a Pedo, Too?

Or just a gay rapist? The rapes happened in 2005 to 2008. The victims are in their 30’s and 40’s. Doing the math, his victims could have been as young as 16. Spacey was in his 40’s at the time.

Is there anyone in a position of wealth and power in this country that isn’t a sexual deviant?