BBC now officially insane

xe, xem, xyrs

I would have written this one as satire if it weren’t already true.

Paul Watson at infowars has the story. My comments will follow.

“…the BBC hired ‘trans and nonbinary inclusion’ consultants to train its staff that there were at least 150 different genders.”

“The Global Butterflies consultants were hired to provide diversity training revolving around the proper use of pronouns.”

“During the brainwashing sessions, staff were told, ‘people can self-identify themselves in over 150 ways, and increasing!’”

“Employees were ordered to include their own gender pronouns in company emails, a list which has now apparently expanded to include newly invented ones such as ‘xe, xem, xyrs’.”

“Staffers who insisted on using traditional he/she pronouns were warned they ‘can create discomfort, stress and anxiety’ and lead to depression and suicide risk in trans people.”

“‘If you overhear a colleague using the incorrect pronouns for someone, take them aside and remind them of the correct pronouns,’ attendees were told.”

“A source who leaked the story to the Telegraph after quitting the BBC told the newspaper, ‘The BBC simply doesn’t understand what’s going on with gender identity ideology,’ and has ‘been pandering to a social contagion amongst young people rather than being the adult in the room’.”

This is the BBC we’re talking about, not some small-time quirky off the wall online outfit.

Did you notice the equating of wrong pronoun usage with suicide risk?

A staffer says, “He told me I was being insensitive.”

Suddenly, alarms bells go off in the building. Red lights flash. Water cascades down from ceilings.

USE OF THE PRONOUN ‘HE’. EVACUATE THE PREMISES.

Apparently, a small group carrying hundreds of leaflets printed with HE and SHE could march into BBC headquarters, throw the leaflets around, and capture the place.

On the home front in America, I’m waiting for one NFL player to say he’s trans and insist TV broadcasters use ‘XVB’ as a pronoun to refer to him during games. The League and the network would cave in within minutes.

“Smith made a heck of a catch near the left sideline on that pass, Tony. XVB is just a rookie, but XVB is cementing XVB’s position on the team…”

“Yeah, Jim. He’s…he he ha ha ho ho ho, XVB was only a fourth round draft pick but XVB knows XVB’s way around a football field, that’s for sure…”

Please, let it happen.

Consider the memorable opening of Orwell’s 1984: “It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, XNR’s chin nuzzled into XNR’s breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with XNR.”

Or how about this, from Hemingway’s The Snows of Kilimanjaro: “The rich were dull and they drank too much or they played too much backgammon. They were dull and they were repetitious. VPHG remembered poor Julian and XME’s romantic awe of them and how XME had started a story once that began, ‘The very rich are different from you and me. And how someone had said to XME, ‘Yes, they have more money’."

Once the new pronouns are in place, we can move on to verbs. That’s going to be a hell of a ride.

I just want to know, after the nuclear launch codes are rewritten, will anyone be able to understand them?

“Nurse, refer to the patient as he and him so you don’t distract me, OK? And stop adding those weird action verbs.”

“I’m sorry, doctor, but the hospital requires us to employ the new language.”

“In case you didn’t fucking notice, I’m doing brain surgery on him as we speak and…the scalpel just slipped…he’s dead. All right, take him out of here and bring in the next patient.”

-- Jon Rappoport

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