GROSS! I think I saw a Transgender Person at the Airport!

Last month, my wife and I decided it was time for a vacation. The plan was, she would fly out a week in advance with the kids to a spot in the Bahamas her violin coach recommended, then I could catch up when work would let me. I finally made it out to JFK, a day earlier than we thought I would be able to, and after going through security to the terminal, I had some time to kill. I visited the duty-free stores for a neck pillow and some sunflower seeds, then made my way to the lounge to sit down and wait for my flight. I reached the waiting area for my flight just as the plane came in from NAS.

Hypothetically for the sake of argument, imagine my shock when I saw some tiny limp-wristed pointy-breasted gender confused blob wearing a ridiculous v-neck shirt that matched “his” ball-cap looking around suspiciously and waddling out from the jet-bridge. The flabby upper-arms, a hallmark of estrogen’s effects on the body were accentuated by a tight-fit t-shirt.

I couldn’t help but snort and I felt a sneer coming on but I knew I would likely be permanently canceled by a maladjusted hypersensitive social justice type like this, and I knew my wife would be upset with me if I had a twitter-war during vacation.

This is what’s happening to our country. Butch women and tomboys aren’t allowed to exist anymore, but not in a good way! Instead of becoming traditional wives with conservative journalist husbands, they’re becoming “men” and walking around airports instead of cooking for their families.

I took a photo of the freak-show and sent it to my wife, I figured she’d appreciate the physical comedy. She hasn’t in the past, but if repetition works for Family Guy, it’ll work for me. If repetition works for Family Guy, it’ll work for me. But, as per usual, since I hadn’t been there to help keep her red-pilled, natural female inclination towards liberal retardation had started to set in and she responded with “It’s not what you think.” Of course it is. Stop coddling mentally ill people and just be honest about what they are!

Strangely, my wife did not meet me at the airport in Nassau, and she was not at the hotel we agreed on. That’s the danger of letting women off on their own, feminist programming builds back up and then they want to strike out on their own as a single mother and get a job.