A Different Story
I have two teenaged grandsons, ages 13 and 15. They too are victims of the transgender cult, but not in the way you might imagine. They were neither captured by the ugliness of grooming activists nor by the dark web. Theirs is a story of losing their father to the cult, and believe me, the pain, the trauma, the confusion, and the loss is every bit as difficult.
These two young boys, who had a loving, normal dad for the first decade of their lives, suddenly found themselves confused and embarrassed that their father was wearing women’s clothes around their friends, wearing make-up and jewelry, and punishing them for not using his proper pronouns. Instead of regular bedtime stories, reading became about learning of and accepting the trans world. But because the trans world is a narcissistic, selfish world, there was no consideration for their feelings. They were expected to accept and embrace the changes in their family dynamics without question.
Fortunately for them, their mother’s resistance prevailed. She filed for divorce immediately and negotiated moving the children a considerable distance away from their father. After three years of court expenses, therapists, and adjusting to a new environment, the boys are beginning to do better. They try to understand what happened to turn their world upside down. They try to understand why they were abandoned by a father who was supposed to love them more than he loved himself. They struggle to make sense of a life experience that makes no sense.
Their father has continued down the hellish path of total transition and has immersed himself into this sick and selfish world. Of course, there are challenges raising boys without a father in the home, but it is far better than battling the mental illness that permeates the trans world and its many allies.
Sadly, I doubt this story is finished. The boys live in fear of their father showing up someday. They live with the sadness of not having a “dad” like their friends. They live among the celebrants of the trans movement who have no idea the pain they cause just by waving the rainbow flag.
For all of us fighting this battle, we are grateful for spaces like PITT which allow us to share our stories. We need each other. We need to stay strong and not give up. We are fighting a necessary fight. Our cause is just.
This is so sad, I can't imagine how their mom is handling this. It's so unfair. Boy, I feel sorry for how the dad is going to feel when he "wakes up" from this and realizes the damage he has caused.
Nietzsche has what I consider to be the greatest evaluation ever of liberalism as a political system. From Beyond Good and Evil. He says, the value of a thing sometimes does not lie in by which one attains it, but in what one pays for it, what it costs us. I'll give an example. Liberal institutions cease to be liberal as soon as they are attained. Later on they are worse and more thorough injurers of freedom than liberal institutions. Their effects are well known enough. They undermine the will to power, they level mountain and valley, and they call that morality. They make men small, cowardly, and hedonistic. Every time, it is the herd animal that triumphs with them. Liberalism, is herd animalization. People who had some value, who attained value, never attained it under liberal institutions. It was great danger that made something of those people.