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Willoughby hitching a ride on everyone else’s oppression, again.
“We are the new suffragettes,” he says. No they’re not. They’re not denied the right to vote. They’re not banned from the professions and from higher education. They’re not treated as children under the law.
“Trans apartheid, because that’s what it is,” he says. No it’s not. He’s not Black in apartheid-era South Africa. He’s not persecuted or denied rights or shunned or punished in any way. He’s a smug smirking triumphalist aggressive man who hates women and says so every chance he gets.
Misery loves company, and this bloke who wishes he had been born female cannot be too happy in his soul, consciousness; call it what you will. Well summed up by England’s first Poet Laureate, John Dryden (1631-1700):in his Happy the Man:
Happy the man, and happy he alone,/ He who can call today his own:/ He who, secure within, can say, / Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Be fair or foul or rain or shine / The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. / Not Heaven itself upon the past has power, / But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour..
If I could be bothered, I could craft a version of that more befitting the aspirations of this bloke ‘India Willoughby’. But my muse is nowhere to be found. Could be in the Muses’ Room. Or should that be the Music Room.?
It’s all very confusing. I need a drink.
“And actually, dyou know what, if they did go as far as changing laws to prohibit and ban trans people from going certain places, bring it on! We are the new suffragettes.”
Oh would you look at that, a blatant martyrdom complex.
Makes me think of the bloke, … you know, the younger brother of an older sister, who got his seat in the House of Lords because of his dick, … but when he came out as a TIM, he wasn’t the younger sister, and the crazy rules were made to accommodate him.
New Suffragettes indeed.