(Via. The Washington Post)
(Via NY Daily News.)
(Sadly, this will not stop the activities of this ‘church’.)
You just can’t make this stuff up.
From the article:
“If the Democrats want to insult women by making them believe that they are helpless without Uncle Sugar coming in and providing for them a prescription each month for birth control because they cannot control their libido or their reproductive system without the help of the government, then so be it,” he said. “Let us take this discussion all across America because women are far more than the Democrats have played them to be.”
Huckabee dismissed the notion that the GOP is engaged on a “War on Women,” as Democratic rivals allege.
“Our party stands for the recognition of the equality of women and the capacity of women. That’s not a war on them, it’s a war for them,” he said.
With friends like this, who needs enemies?
I used my male name today.
The when and where are not important. How doing so made me think and feel is. One simple word, nothing more. Something I have done countless times over so many years. This time. This time was different. It felt awkward and strange. It felt alien and wrong. It wasn’t who I am. I’m not sure it ever was. It was almost an epiphany, yet not. Almost deja vu, yet not.
Somewhere in my heart I knew this day would come.
It seems I still held onto the thought I could close Pandora’s Box. Thought I could, when push came to shove, return at least outwardly to what I had been before. The thought I could do so with little or no consequence. Yet I knew. I knew a time would come when it just wasn’t possible any longer.
I used my male name today. When, where, even why are pointless details.
As soon as the word was out of my mouth I knew.
I knew I could no longer use it and think nothing of it.
It wasn’t me. It felt as if I were lying to the person in front of me.
It felt wrong.
As the day passed, traveling here and there, I knew something more. I knew I couldn’t face the world half way. I couldn’t hope to dance the razors edge without getting cut.
I must face things head on, as myself. Not hiding even behind a baseball cap.
I just can’t do it, no matter if it seems the right thing to do at the time. Not if it seems to be the easier path.
It will never be right again.
The easiest path is rarely the correct way, leading to greater pain and suffering than taking on a challenge head on from the start.
Anti-LGBT Group Admits It Invented Story Transgender Student Harassing Classmates.
Conservative media has been quite exercised this week by a story about a transgender student at Florence High School in Colorado allegedly harassing girls in the locker room. The Pacific Justice Institute, a California-based anti-LGBT group, spurred the media focus by sending a letter to the school demanding accommodation for the supposed victims. Cristan Williams at The TransAdvocate debunked the story by speaking directly with Superintendent Rhonda Vendetti, who explained that no harassment took place — a few parents just don’t like that a transgender student is being allowed to use the locker room of the gender with which she identifies. Now, PJI has basically admitted they invented the story because they’re just transphobic.
Read the story on ThinkProgress.