"Furry Face TM"
seemed marginally more sprightly when I let him out of his cage this
morning. He pootled round the garden but didn't seem to do much in
the way of things that little dogs are supposed to do when they are
taken outside.
Over brekkie I watched
the latest South Park episode; in order to get better lavatorial
facilities today's episode featured Eric Cartman announcing that he
was becoming transgender.
Interestingly the
morning's radio news also featured an interview with a transgender
person who had become a lawyer. This person was discussing the
allegations about a radio presenter having left his job after
announcing that he was changing from
one flavour to another.
Personally I can't really
say it bothers me one way or another what someone is or what they
want to be. But it does bother me that the pro-transgender brigade
really can't understand why the general public cannot help but be
surprised when confronted with such a person. I can remember when the
first fruit of my loin met a transgender person for the first time.
He was five years old. What he encountered really did look like a
twenty-stone navvie wearing a dress.
Whilst I fully support
anyone's right to appear as whatever gender they want; that person
must also understand that what they are doing isn't "usual"
and will initially attract stares.
The radio also featured
the news that the green lobby are up in arms. Following the sacking
of the ex-environment minister, said ex-environment minister has now
become an advocate against the climate change lobbyists. He was on
the radio rallying against what he called the "wicked
green blob" and was hankering after a majority
Conservative government which would see the sense in putting personal
financial gain ahead of decency and common sense.
If nothing else, having
the Dribbling Democraps in a coalition government has curbed the
excesses of personal greed that have historically characterised
"another political party".
I got to work, did my bit
on a rather busy day, blew my sax at lunch time, and came home via
the music school for sax lesson. Sax lesson went well; I've got a
couple of traditional tunes for this week's homework in addition to
one I've never heard before.
I came home to find that
"er indoors TM" had let "Furry
Face TM" out of his cage. When he saw me
he started to run toward me, managed two steps and then yelped in
pain. I wish I could explain to him that he needs to take things
easy...
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