Delicious Newborns
Toddlers Get Fed to the Gender Machine
Gender orcs take a bow. Transgender children, a totally made-up, imaginary group, are apparently such a huge demographic now that there are entire children’s hospitals dedicated to their imaginary medical needs.
There are legions of real, actual doctors and nurses and “gender therapists” and endocrinologist dedicated to feeding these perfectly healthy young kids into the hospital sausage-maker (and sausage remover) factory conveyer belt.
When you’re on the factory floor, don’t forget your waterproof scrubs—I hear it gets pretty messy.
An enormous and well-funded medical infrastructure has been hastily set up to quickly tag and bag young befuddled customers before the pesky parents have a chance to ask annoying questions.
But here is my question: with all these degreed professionals involved, surely there is a specific diagnostic test to determine if a child actually is suffering from being born into the wrong body? After all, being born with the wrong brain in the wrong body seems like a dramatic congenital defect that would be easy to confirm!
How does a pediatric “gender doctor” scientifically determine who has the wrong brain in their body—versus a kid who is a tomboy, or effeminate, or who accidentally used the pink crayon, or, by far the likeliest reason, has an odd BPD mother who has carefully groomed their toddler to be confused?
Aren’t we supposed to Trust the Science? Aren’t we supposed to Follow the Data? Show me some science! Reveal the tests!
You’d think a medical professional who did 10 years of post-grad school would want to be careful not to misdiagnose a healthy child who may be the victim of a crazy Munchausen mommy who didn’t get enough attention in high school and got abandoned by her baby daddy.
What exactly are the medical test child development experts use to determine if a child age two, or three, or four, was born into the wrong body?
How do they make sure no child ever is misdiagnosed and—God forbid—subjected to barbaric surgical butchery that would make Josef Mengele himself recoil in horror?
Dr. Butcher Will See Your Baby Now
Christopher Rufo keeps notching wins against the kiddie butchers in lab coats. His latest scalp is an entire hospital: Texas Childrens. If you haven’t read about it, here is his post about it.
The phrase “pediatric sex change” fills me with horror.
These people are medical professionals. They work at hospitals. They must do rigorous testing to find out if a child really has a rare a brain-swap congenital anomaly, or is just an effeminate little boy or a tomboyish little girl. Or just a boy who once asked to use the pink crayon.
So we must keep asking: What is the precise clinical matrix medical professionals use to make this life-altering, cataclysmic, painful, profoundly permanent medical diagnosis?
Even obstetricians, with the baby’s DNA and bodily evidence literally in their hands, will refer to a newborn’s gender as “assigned at birth” via “perfunctory visual analysis,” as though it is in doubt, an unanswerable question that only the child himself can answer.
The Human Rights Council, which is consistently on the side of the worst people on Earth, helpfully explains how this dramatic diagnosis is made:
The general rule for determining whether a child is transgender or non-binary (rather than gender nonconforming or gender variant) is if the child is consistent, insistent, and persistent about their transgender identity.
In other words, if your 4-year-old son wants to wear a dress or says he wants to be a girl once or twice, he probably is not transgender; but if your child who was assigned male at birth repeatedly insists over the course of several months– or years, that she is a girl, then she is probably transgender. Children who are gender non-binary– in other words, they do not feel that they are a boy or a girl, but perhaps a bit of both, or neither, may not have the words at a very young age to capture that feeling, but over time it may become more clear to them, and ultimately to you, that they are non-binary, versus a trans girl or a trans boy.
Naturally, there are endless variations in the ways that children express themselves, so the best option if you think your child might be transgender is to consult a gender therapist.
Um, okay, so then: what are the tests these so-called gender therapists use?
Anyone?
Sadly, if you are a three-year-old and you find yourself sitting opposite one of these gender therapists along with your beaming, gleeful mother, you’re doomed, kid.
Doctor Toddler
Despite my research, I can’t seem to any specific clinical guidelines that help the gender Kommandants know when to declare to bewildered parents that their two-year-old boy is really a girl—and the cure is lifelong, costly, experimental medical intervention that you can pay in easy monthly installments for life using Visa, American Express, gold ingot, or Bitcoin.
I mean, we still insist on proof for literally every other childhood medical condition. For every other disease, your child must endure a battery of tests in order to get diagnosed. There are specific, evidence-based diagnostic criteria the experts are required to use, and if they don’t, it’s malpractice.
Cancer? Brain tumor? Developmental delay? Deafness? GERD? There are batteries of tests doctors use to diagnose these things—and treat patients accordingly. This is not ‘Nam, Smoky, there are rules!
Only—there aren’t.
In February, the Ottawa School Board—granted, they’re Canadian—helpfully posted a pamphlet with FAQs on determining a child’s gender. “If a child or youth tells you they are trans or non-binary then they are. Children of any age can know and express their gender identity. There is no test to determine whether someone is trans. Only the individual can know or determine their gender identity.”
Ah yes, because toddlers are deeply in touch with their most inner belief system and conception of themselves. This is more proof that nearly everyone involved in this insane circus has never actually met a toddler except one who is already in the rainbow grip of a hungry gender orc.
In 2018, Planned Parenthood released a video: “How to Know if Your Kid is Transgender.” The narrator informs us that “some little kids may understand that the gender everyone says they are is not who they really are.”
Some little kids are just much wiser than adults. They are all-knowing all-seeing. You are not fit to kiss the hem of their Elsa dress-up costume.
And in a now-infamous video, esteemed child medical experts Boston Children’s Hospital claimed that “a good portion of children do know as early as - seemingly - from the womb. And they will usually express their gender identity as very young children, some as soon as they can talk... kids know very, very early.”
Our job as parents and doctors is simple: diagnose the transgenderism by… believing the child.
The younger the better!
Transgender fetus. Transgender embryo. Transgender zygote. Transgender blastocyst.
If your zygote says they are trans, sorry, the doctor’s gonna take the zygote’s word for it.
We Are All Doctors Now
Parents who tell a doctor their toddler says he has cancer will get eye-rolls from the doctor.
But parents who tell a doctor their toddler thinks he is a girl are immediately believed. Questioning this self-diagnosis is itself a disease called “transphobia” and will subject the physician to firing and the skeptical parents to the iron fist of the state.
A four-year-old cannot (yet) self-report cancer. A toddler who tells a doctor she has non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma will probably not be given chemotherapy that week.
But what if a child starts hearing about lots of other children at preschool who are getting non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma, and their parents ask them every day if they might have the symptoms of non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma, and the child sees them squealing of joy and crying tears of happiness in the preschool parking lot every time another child gets diagnosed?
The “sick” child may be celebrated on social media and treated like a hero at school. They get showered in gifts, attention, and, crucially, extreme maternal love.
That kid may start to wonder how she/he, too, can claim some of these coveted perks.
The most coveted perk of all is: the approval and adoration by their mother.
It’s Mentally Contagious
Confession: As a lifelong hypochondriac, I have occasionally tried to self-report conditions to my doctors only to be told after a thorough clinical examination, “there is nothing wrong with you, go home.”
For example, after about 18 months of nursing my last baby, I started experiencing agonizing nerve pain in my ribs, which spread to my arms and legs and left me debilitated for weeks. At one point the pain was so severe I required pain shots to get some relief. My doctors had no idea what was causing it, so I assumed the worst. And because I knew someone with multiple sclerosis, and had just read several stories in the news about women my exact age getting MS, that’s where my panicked brain went. “You have MS. Surrender. This is your life now.”
My mission became not to find a cure, but to convince my husband that this time I would finally be right about having something wrong with me.
But he was right, again.
After several months of investigations and even an MRI that ruled out shingles, MS, and other conditions, the conclusion was: severe intercostal nerve damage from using the wrong nursing position. Essentially, I broke myself in half by leaning to one side to feed my fat baby. Sit up straight while you nurse, ladies!
I don’t have MS (yet). Luckily no one took my word for it and started prescribing strong drugs to treat my imaginary illness!
Speaking of imaginary illnesses:
The American Psychiatric Association has revised its Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders and it no longer lists being transgender as a mental disorder, among other changes announced this past weekend.
Transgender people will now be diagnosed with "gender dysphoria," which means emotional stress related to gender identity. "Gender identity disorder" had been listed as a mental disorder since the third edition of the DSM more than 20 years ago.
Gender dysphoria, or “emotional stress,” seems to be more contagious than monkey pox at the local leather dungeon.
This hallucination and distress over your own biological form and figure is the only scientific evidence they seem to be able to point to that someone is transgender.
The only way this house of cards can remain upright is for them to keep insisting that “gender dysphoria” is not a mental illness, even though, er, it’s listed in a comprehensive psychatric compendium of mental illnesses. Awkward!
Because if it was just a mental illness, the corrupt gender fascists would be forced to admit it’s not a disease that requires physical body modifications.
Confusingly, when I aked Google Gemini if gender dysphoria was a mental illness, it said YES:
Yikes. Gender orcs: please get your messaging straight on this before more children are harmed!
Madeleine Syndrome
The 1939 children’s classic Madeleine perfectly explains the pediatric transgender epidemic. All this time, it was right under our noses!
You know the story. Madeleine gets rushed to the hospital with acute appendicitis. The other girls pay a visit to the hospital, expecting to see her miserable and in pain. Instead, they are shocked and jealous to see her living her best life in a hospital room full of extravagant gifts and fancy treats from her (absentee) parents.
That night back at school, the headmistress Miss Clavel wakes up to the sound of the other little girls wailing in pain. She rushes in and the girls cry, “We want our appendixes out too!”
Appendix dysphoria—quite contagious among impressionable young French children. But in their minds, the parents were rewarding Madeleine for her illness, and they wanted a piece of the pie.
The rewards for an unnecessary medical procedure are so enticing, to a child, to a greedy and corrupt gender “expert,” and especially to an insecure and needy mother, that getting sloppy with a trans “diagnosis”—or lack thereof—is accepted.
Any medical organization or health care “professional” that allows and even profits from more babies getting consumed by the flames of America’s newest trendy ritual cult sacrifice deserve every last awful thing that’s (eventually) coming to them.
Thanks for reading!
—Peachy
My 6-year-old frequently declares himself to be a dinosaur…are there any clinics that can help me with that? I’m running out of raw meat to feed him. 😂
“I mean, we still insist on proof for literally every other childhood medical condition. For every other disease, your child must endure a battery of tests in order to get diagnosed.”
If only…
As nightmarish as the sex changers are, the medical practice of fabricating childhood illnesses and treating them with highly profitable, unstudied, dangerous drugs has been going on for decades. There remains no objective test for ADHD, anxiety, or depression, it’s these absurd questionnaires that read like a Cosmo quiz, and *millions* of children end up on mind altering drugs because of them. Don’t get me started ; )