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USA Today has a story out about how San Francisco is thinking about issuing an ID card that doesn’t specify which gender a person is. My only problem with this is that it will still have weight on it. I’m joking (sort of). This has got to be a difficult issue for anyone who was born in the wrong body has to deal with. It’s hard to get the government to change your gender on ID cards.

Instead of eliminating the gender section altogether though, I have a better solution. On the ID card the gender section for people without identity issues will stay the same. For those that have changed we could make it look like this:

M –> F (for male to female transformation)

Or

F –> M (for female to male transformation)

This way everyone can be upfront about what changes they have gone through and the authorities will know what kind of person they’re dealing with. I think it would be dangerous if a woman who use to be a man were reporting to court for a trial. If the cops look at the person and think she’s always been a she they might not put bigger guards on her. So a person who is thought to be a she turns out to have been a man, and men are usually stronger even after changes, then the guards are in danger of being overpowered.

That wouldn’t happen with the M –> F system. The cops would know to put stronger guards on the con for everyone’s safety.

I’m sure there’s other areas where this exacting knowledge would prove helpful. What about with bathrooms? Or locker rooms? If you were dating someone wouldn’t you want to know that they had switched teams? I’m pretty sure the military would also like to know what a person’s native gender is.

There are some kinks to work out though. What should be done with people who are in the process of changing genders? What happens if someone wants to be both genders?

This is one of society’s most vexing issues and needs to be met with acceptance and understanding. BigT

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Sorry, [laughing], I just had to do this. I was wondering how many of these losers would come to this story just because “Ron Paul” was in the headline. I hope it is a lot of ‘em. Probably will be because this guy needs as much help from the Nut Brigade as possible.

Oh, and if you are a member of the Nut Brigade don’t feel so bad because you can still leave as many comments as you want here. As you see I won’t block any of your misguided ramblings. So comment away!

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I was one of those people who just didn’t understand how Hillary Clinton could be so mean and vicious to everyone that didn’t bow down to her every whim. Maybe, I thought, it is because her husband sleeps around. But that couldn’t be why because she had to know about this decades ago. Maybe, I thought further, is has to do with the fact that she isn’t the one in power when she deserves it the most. Still short because, let’s face it, she had loads of power as First Lady and has a ton of power in the Senate. And then last Sunday I twisted my ankle and realized what makes her so G-darned grumpy.

When I twisted my ankle I was hurt a little bit but I joked with the two guys from the other team that helped me off the field. When I got into the dugout (this was at a baseball game) I joked with some old friends about whether or not I was going to get voted in as an All Star after playing for only two pitches. I stayed for the whole game keeping score in the scorebook and had a good time considering the circumstances. After the game I hobbled to my car and came home and then things started to change.

I took my shoes off and it revealed what a family member referred to as a “chubby” ankle. At first it didn’t bother me because, well, it was “chubby.” I would have preferred swollen since my ankles are normally well sculptured pieces of art but it didn’t bother me. And then the next day she called the swollen ankle “chubby” again. This time I tried to correct her but then others joined in. Everyday since then I have had this “chubby” ankle that has gone from being light purple to what looks like purple-black. The pain is still there but that isn’t what is bothering me anymore. What is really pissing me off the most is that my family says I have a “chubby” ankle.

Already reaching the end of my fuse, which is admittedly short, they decided to unleash their coup de gras. It is now a cankle. Now I have started yelling at everyone and verbally assaulting anyone who even comes close to belittling me. My fuse is gone and everyone has been a victim of my wordy wrath. I’ve made fun of other’s foot irregularities and am generally more curt with all my answers to everyone. Then I realized that this is what Hillary has to deal with everyday of her life.

Just imagine it. You are this disgusting freak show of a woman who walks around with these grotesque stubs adorned by little phalanges. Everyday you toddle along in your plain pant suits hoping no one sees your dark secret. Everyday you live with the fear of being put down for something that is so ridiculously unimportant, something that could dash away all your hopes and dreams. Because you know, deep down inside, that cankles kill all credibility you would otherwise have.

Living with this disfiguration must have pushed this what had to have been normal girl off the deep end and into the hydra that she has become. Every inch of ground that she advances needs to be defended like it is life and death. Always on guard for another joke about her hapless cankles it is no wonder why she is the way she is.

If my ankle were to forever be a cankle I’m sure my demeanor would morph into something similar to Hillary’s. I’m just thankful that my SWOLLEN ankle is already deflating and the cankle is wilting away. Unfortunately the same cannot be said for Hillary Clinton. She’s going to have to live with her curse for the rest of her life. Before you put her down next time think about it this way, if you’re ankles looked like this

wouldn’t you be irritable all the time too? BigT

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