California’s Tyranny of Lunacy

I’ve reached a point in my life where I have lost my filter – and I am not looking to find it again. As a Conservative gay woman living in America, my life journey has been blessed but it has not been without challenges.

I come from an accepting family. I am well-educated, and my entrepreneurial instinct has enabled me to become financially secure. Above all, I’m a hard worker and much like my immigrant grandparents, I expect to be given nothing that I have not earned.

My grandmother and grandfather left Ireland in the 1920’s for a better life, but they would be dismayed by the tyranny of lunacy that has become California. My day-to-day existence in Los Angeles is nothing short of political persecution. The ultimate irony of the urban “left” is that if your beliefs do not align with the preconceived provisions of your gay lifestyle, you become a “special interest” castaway.

In LA, there is no “Diversity” within the gay community. It is an unfortunate fellowship of close-minded militants. Here “Equity” has prerequisites, and “Inclusion” is only for those who rhythmically regurgitate the ‘progressive promise.’

This ludicrous homogenization is anti-thetical to personal identity, gay or otherwise. And when sexual orientation meets rabid ideology — individuality is no more than a checked box, a third-person pronoun, and a state funding quota.

Confronting similar societal oppression, Irish poet Louis MacNeice described humanity as morphing into, “a thing with one face” back in 1944.

“… fill me

With strength against those who would freeze my

humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton,

would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with

one face, a thing,

and against all those

who would dissipate my entirety …”

(Copyright Faber & Faber, 1944)

Some 80 years later, humanity has all but iced over, and those of us who recognize the dark psychology of dehumanization are fighting back.

So, do not ask me my pronouns — ask me my name. I am a proud American woman not a neutered human. I am not a “special interest” or a “protected class.” I deserve neither admiration nor special consideration because of who I love. I do not need a designated “day.” I do not want my own flag. And I do not require a “pride” event to embrace my identity. I know who I am.

Here’s what I also know. I will not sit silent at LA book clubs and meetups when rampaging gay women call the President of the United States a “Nazi.” I will not leave California gay bars when ordered to “get out” for being a Republican. I will not indulge unhinged lesbians who like to rail about “Christians” in coffee shops and on pickleball courts.

And every time I’m called a “traitor” for having an opinion that differs from the radical, far left mob — I will ask the following questions.

• Where was your outrage when Laken Riley, Rachel Morin, and Jocelyn Nungaray were brutally raped and killed by Biden’s open border policies?

  
  

• Where was your outrage when young female athletes were humiliated by biological men in sporting events that many trained for their entire life?

  
  

• Where was your outrage when young, Jewish women were kidnapped from an outdoor concert, sexually assaulted and murdered by Hamas?

  
  

• Where was your outrage when biological men were allowed to invade women’s private spaces like bathrooms, locker-rooms, and even lesbian dating apps.

  
  

• Where was your outrage when a California school district transitioned an 11-year-old girl without her mother’s consent?

You shamelessly shrugged. Your silence and selective outrage confirm the depth of your political hate, and we are all worse off for it. The very suggestion that all women and gay women, in particular, move in lock step with your depraved view of morality — is absurd.

I am not part of your herd. And I will not be branded, ear clipped or pushed into your feedlot. Nor will I be shoved into another closet with a slightly different door.

What has become quite clear is that those who rage about acceptance are the first to berate free thinkers. Those who grandstand about tolerance, are actually among the most violent. And those who gloat about free choice are the very ones attempting to stonewall me into submission.

The irrational fits of rage and foot-stomping tantrums reflect a political party trapped in awkward pubescence. I actually have more respect for the toddler having a meltdown in the toy aisle at Target --- at least they’re innocent.

The truth is all those railing California misfits who don masks, topple statues, and burn things on behalf of “women” — actually don’t like women at all because deep down, they don’t like themselves as evidenced by their perpetual state of bitchiness.

Clearly, my opinions are not popular here in La La land, but I rather enjoy the slack-jawed bewilderment.

How is this possible? Blow the dog whistle! Summon the troops! One of them got away!”

Alice in La La Land - Los Angeles, CA