DEALING
WITH THE TRANSGENDER PHENOMENON: AN ANALOGY
IF I WERE TO SEE A MAN WALKING DOWN
THE STREET who was waddling from side
to side as he walked and was saying repeatedly, “Quack,
quack! Quack, quack!” what would I think? I would think
that he was a very peculiar man.
You would think that too, would you not?
Perhaps I would approach the man and say, “Pardon me, Sir!
I don’t mean to be intrusive and I certainly don’t
want to offend you and I certainly acknowledge your civil right
to waddle from side to side and to say, ‘Quack, quack! Quack,
quack’ but may I ask you why you are doing what you are
doing?”
Perhaps the man would respond by saying, “I’m a duck!
What do you think I am? Ducks waddle from side to side and say,
‘Quack, quack! Quack, quack!’”
Perhaps I would say, “But, sir, you don’t look at all
like a duck. You look like a human man! How can you say that
you are a duck?”
He might then say: “I used to think that I was a human man
like you, but then I realized that that was a role forced on
me by my parents and by society at large. Deep inside, I always
felt like a duck. Now, I have come out of the closet, so to speak,
and am showing my real self. Soon I shall have trans-species
surgery. I shall have feathers and a bill and all the other accoutrements
appropriate to a duck. I hope I have answered your question satisfactorily.
Now, I’m a very busy duck and I really don’t have time
to chat with you. So, good day to you, sir! Quack, quack! Quack,
quack!”
What would I think then?
I guess I would think one of two things: (a) I might think
that the man is involved in some sort of “street comedy
routine” and that perhaps the whole thing (including my
brief conversation with him) is being videotaped and might appear
on David Letterman or Jay Leno or some such program; (b)
I might think that the man is out of his mind, i.e. is bereft
of his senses, is off his meds, is in need of serious medical
intervention, is psychotic, or some such thing; (c) I
might think, although I would not come to this conclusion very
quickly, that, just possibly, the man is diabolically possessed,
although just why the Devil would want a man to think he is a
duck is not immediately clear to me.
What would I definitely NOT think?
I would definitely NOT think (believe) that the
man is actually, factually a duck.
Why would I NOT think (believe) that he is a duck?
My reason for NOT thinking (believing) that he
is a duck is simply this: I am not out of my mind. I am not a
fool. My mother did not raise fools.
What if the number of men I saw walking (waddling) down the street
and going, “Quack, quack! Quack, quack!” were to increase?
Five, ten, twenty such men waddling and quacking! I would say,
“Goodness gracious! We have an epidemic here!”
BUT I WOULD NOT (repeat NOT) believe that they are real,
actual ducks, nor would I believe that they are in their right
minds! I might pray for them and I might try to get them help
and, you may be certain, I would try to keep them away from my
sister or my daughter or my granddaughter! I might worry that
the condition is contagious! |
Saturday,
15 June
(The
following is an excerpt from the encyclical, On Freemasonry
and Naturalism, written in 1884 by Pope Leo XIII.) I have
placed in large and bold font the parts that I wish to emphasize.
(EBC)
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