One little word
Oh my – Sturgeon admits it. At 34 seconds she says an emphatic “Well yes” – and of course rightly so, but it’s what she’s been denying and ignoring and acting as if No all this time.
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Oh my – Sturgeon admits it. At 34 seconds she says an emphatic “Well yes” – and of course rightly so, but it’s what she’s been denying and ignoring and acting as if No all this time.
But of course she has known all along that it’s yes. I think everyone over the age of … twenty (?) realizes that, or whatever is the age of the oldest people who have been gaslit since birth into trans dogma.
Of course she has, but the point is that she has been denying it like any other goony gender-addled fanatic.
So, is Saint Nicola of Transylvania about to find that werewolves aren’t scared of vampires?
@3: I don’t get it.
I prefer this version:
https://twitter.com/The_StateMedia/status/1620060516717838336
@5: But they get it wrong. When Sturgeon says “Well yes,” they turn on the green light for “Yes, transwomen are women,” whereas actually she is saying “Yes, transwomen are different from women,” i.e. they are men.
Sorry GW. I am ill and I think that made sense to me when I posted it.
I am guessing that my reasoning, if you can call it that, was that:
TRAs are werewolves, pretending to be ordinary people but actually monsters;
Sturgeon is a vampire, draining women of our rights, weakening us and making it harder to resist the werewolves;
She has been a darling of the TRAs for pushing through the self-ID legislation despite massive opposition from everyone on the side of sanity, hence Saint Nicola;
Sturgeon has failed to get the legislation past Westminster, and has simultaneously made it obvious that she knows that the likes of Adam Graham, convicted double rapist, and Andrew Burns, raving lunatic and stalker of children, aren’t women;
So the TRA werewolves will now be coming for her with great ferocity; being in previous good standing means nothing to the cult. Heresy is the worst crime.
Rotten analogy from a feverish brain. I would like to offer my sincere apologies.
Aha! Thanks!
And feel better!
I see what you’re saying — especially about TRAs, i.e. transactivists.
But regarding transpeople, a metaphor in the opposite direction works just as well, perhaps better: they are pretending to be monsters, “women with penises, men with vaginas!’, whereas in fact they are just ordinary men and women.
Thanks, GW, and I see what you mean about the monster analogy working both ways.
I contracted RSV just before Christmas, and I’ve been sick ever since. A week ago, I suddenly couldn’t swallow properly. I went to the GP, who put me on a five-day course of prednisolone. I believe that it helped; at least, it hasn’t got worse, so I can still swallow sloppy foods. But it hasn’t improved. Sigh.
Tigger, many wishes for a speedy recovery. I have tried to sign up at the invitation of drug companies to be a test subject for a vaccine for RSV, and the ads say they need people my age. But when I do the screening with a live person, they say “Oh, we need people 65 or over.” I hope they come up with a vaccine soon.
Of course First Minister realizes she slipped up, and is trying to recover by repeating “that’s not the point!” Sorry, FM, but that’s the question.
Thanks Mike. Ironically, I am 65, but I can’t get on a trial while sick and can’t even get my final pneumonia shot yet. That’s worrying me, because I’m allergic to two entire classes of antibiotic. I’m staying warm in bed (not that that’s anything unusual) and drinking lots of water and warm milk, sleeping fitfully around the clock, and relying on my CPAP to relieve the strain of breathing and so reduce the chest pain. Yeah, I can’t take pain relief either. I’m doing my best under trying circumstances.
And I’m making nonsensical comments here too, apparently. Oops.
tigger, I was in that spot last year at this time. I had pneumonia, which prevented me from getting my COVID booster…and my pneumonia shot…and my work would not allow me to require masks in my classroom even during the period I had pneumonia. I had to work remote for more than a month until I was cleared by my doctor.
Take care of yourself. I haven’t had RSV (or COVID, thankfully, because as an asthmatic I am in a high risk category), but I hear it is quite unpleasant.
Thanks, iknklast. It is better than CoViD in one sense; I’ve not been nearly as ill as I was both times I contracted that, although I’m starting to flag. On the other hand, I recovered from CoViD within three weeks. It didn’t drag on the way this is dragging on, draining what little energy I usually have. I’m asthmatic, too. Large doses of preventive and reliever inhalers are helping, as is the CPAP. I’d probably be in hospital without them. It might still come to that, but I’m trying very hard to stay at home. Besides myself and my husband, both retired, living in this three-generation home we have two university students, both of whom work part-time in an hotel restaurant; a twelve-year-old; a special needs assistant who works in a pre-school; and a painter and decorator. That covers pretty much the entire range of demographics at high risk of spreading diseases, with the exception of hospitals. It’s completely impossible to avoid bugs coming into the house, particularly respiratory diseases, and I can’t avoid catching them without isolating completely. My husband and I did that for fourteen months at the start of the pandemic, until we’d had both our initial shots, so I know that we could do it again. But who wants to do that? We need human connection.
I sympathize. My pneumonia lasted for three months, and left me with residuals I haven’t gotten over after a year. My doctor has had to increase my inhalers. I also fatigue a lot easier.
I had an asthma attack so severe once that they called in my husband; later I realized that was because they weren’t sure I was going to live. I have decided I would rather not die of a respiratory illness.
Oh no, I’m so sorry iknklast. That must have been a terrifying time for you both. I certainly don’t want to die of a respiratory illness either, but am resigned to that being my likely fate. Possibly my heart giving up because of a respiratory illness, or an asthma attack; but there are so many ways to go.
Anyway, I do have some good news – these evening whatever swelling was blocking my throat has shrunk enough that I can swallow almost normally again. I celebrated with cheddar cheese and gluten-free oat crackers (not oatcakes as I would usually eat; there seems to be a shortage at the moment). It’s not been much fun, to be honest, having all my food puréed. It’s not been much fun for my husband, either, because he does like preparing nice meals for me, and it’s awful for him to have to take the blender to a lovely roast dinner.