You’ve seen the news. For their own social reasons and political eccentricities, the anointed ones at the National Basketball Association and the National Football League are insisting that the republic can no longer endure unless men are allowed to use women’s public restrooms.
Don’t ask me what this has to do with staging football or basketball games. The obvious answer is nothing.
But just to show that while they may be daft, at least they’re not hypocritical, the NBA announced today that it will immediately begin to recruit women players for its teams.
Ha ha! Gotcha. Just kidding.
NBA officials are firm in their insistence that LeBron James should be able to use the ladies’ room if he gets up feeling womanish some morning. And have announced themselves willing to withdraw their product from those benighted precincts that refuse to go along with their Brave New World. But don’t hold your breath until the NBA announces that the women whose privacy LeBron would invade in this crackpot arrangement are worthy of playing basketball on the same court with the talented James.
The games are amusing, but the people in charge of putting them on are engaging in a war on women, and against civilization in general. They should be hanged. Should this blessed event occur in public, I will cancel all other entertainment to attend.
Had anyone told me on the day in 1964 that I collected my college diploma that we would one day be this crazy — I would have thought he was crazy.
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