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Wannabe TERFS and their baseless accusations
Twitter post-Musk has a rank odour about it, the sort of place where high felutin’ values are sacred off like gazelles at a watering hole whenever the stench of hyena struts in. You know the sort, parasites feeding off larger trolls, beta predators stealing strips of fetid meat from whatever carcass the apex vultures leave in their wake. The sort who snipe from the comments sections with inane “groomer” and “mutilator”, not fully realising how insipid and vapid their twits actually are. Oh, and they love to huff all the oxygen in the room, a veritable miasma of putrid stench that lingers long after they have scuttled away from the keyboards. I am talking about the gender critical wannabes holding the ragged coattails of JK Rowling, Graham Linehan, and Helen Joyces. Trolls in search of a bridge, and only finding a pebble to jump out from.
Calling these parasites out is like stamping out mosquitos in a swamp. Catch on and a dozen more will be latching on sucking your blood till you feel drained. The only way not to get infected is to not enter the swamp, the county, indeed the whole damn ecosystem. Yet, like the masochists we are trans rights advocates fervently enter the stench to cast a little light on the dankness beyond. TERFs enjoy playing the victim, especially when they can point out that squashing bugs is akin to setting ablaze all of free speech, only this…
