I read this morning that some wokester academics working for Shakespeare’s Globe theatre, have cast doubt on the gender identity of Queen Elizabeth I. Apparently her claiming to have the stomach and heart of a man was plain-speak for I’m non-binary before my time gimme some testosterone. And Joan of Arc was much too butch to be a genuine gal. Women with swords? Come on.
So here we are. The great movement to wipe women out of sport is extended to wipe women out of history. Margaret Thatcher was clearly intersex. “The Lady’s not for turning.” Pull the other one, so to speak.
Queen Boadicea, Indira Gandhi and Benazir Bhutto were clearly in the closet. Celts, Hindus and Muslims might not have taken kindly to them revealing their true mixed-up selves. Hilary Clinton and Kamala Harris? Surely there’s a clue in their pant-suitedness.
Anyway, we men have always known it. Women can’t hack it. When the going gets tough, they go to water. Hence, the wokesters have belled the famous cats, so to speak; they’re all toms in disguise. Liz Warren adds weight to this persuasive view by claiming that she would be president if she had a penis. (Linked to that one, in case you didn’t believe it.)
Pardon us Liz, but just say you’re a man, slip into a pair of jockeys, stuff a sausage down there, and, Bob’s your uncle, and you’re his nephew. It’s not like pretending to be Cherokee. That’s cultural appropriation; much harder. Feigning manhood is a bagatelle. Feted you’ll be. From Liz to Liam in a trice no need for drugs or cruel knife.