Did you miss me, America?
I did not miss you. I am grateful for my American Passport. I am grateful to have been educated in Los Angeles before the fall. I feel a certain responsibility towards you. “Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country,” wasn’t it? They shot that guy in the head.
I am pleased to see more people waking up about the negative impact of the transgender agenda. I’m saddened that anyone still buys this crap, but buying crap is kind of your strong suit.
It has come to my attention that for the ten months since my infamous blog rants, my name has been mentioned literally every day on Twitter, employed as a “gotcha” in the neverending shit fight between trans rights activists and gender-critical feminists, sometimes with choice screencaps, sometimes with the link to that lovely article Newsweek published that reproduced nearly all of one of the rants without my permission or compensation. Not that I care about compensation.
The thing I care about is historical accuracy. Love Lily Cade or hate her, the bitch was there. To that end, I will be reproducing here the text of the blog rants and their context so that you, my fellow Americans, may draw your own conclusions.