A brief political parable
A political party that had lost its way a little decided it was time for a new leader. Initially, it seemed likely to choose a man for the job as it always had before.
Then it decided the leader didn’t have to be a man. It could absolutely be a woman, who would understand the struggles of being a woman far better than any man, even one with the best intentions who calls himself a feminist, could possibly do.
I mean, just look at the last guy.
The party thought about it some more and came to the sober conclusion that even a woman wouldn’t have firsthand experience of the struggles of everyone it would like to represent under its big tent.
So it registered for a college class in the Intersectionality of Politics and Gender Queer Identities and eventually selected as its leader an androgynous, gender non-conforming drag performer with a PhD in Culturally Specific Terms for Gender Diversity. This would of course mean frittering away the support of Harry Potter fans and other trans-exclusionary radical feminists, but on the whole it seemed like a politically savvy move as well as simply the right thing to do. Or the left. Whatever works.
Bursting with virtue and more than a little confidence, the party proudly informed the governor general of its decision.
“Gosh,” the governor general replied. “The election was two months ago. Andrew Dice Poilievre and the Goosestepping Union of Nazi Saluters (GUNS) is running things now. And that’s why I’m turning you in.” — Earl Fowler
This is a risibly superficial blog and does not deserve to be posted. We need serious thinking for these deadly serious times..