Megathread The Pooner Zoo - A thread for collecting wild Pooners and posting OC Pooners, and anything Pooner related

[Hamplanet Fitness]

The creator of the original pooner has created a new monstrosity:

 

[Athena Loves Kiwis]

So, you had the same reactions to puberty that most women have... and that means you're a man. Is there any woman who doesn't have "dysphoria" about her period but is like, "I love headaches while bleeding uncontrollably from my crotch for a week!" That's why "cis" women take birth control for the same reason. They get breast reduction surgery, too, if they cause pain and somehow feel no urge to bully other people into using their custom pronouns.



I'm a woman and don't spend lots of money on that stuff. You would be surprised but it's, like... allowed.

 

[Apustajan apustaja]

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So, you had the same reactions to puberty that most women have... and that means you're a man. Is there any woman who doesn't have "dysphoria" about her period but is like, "I love headaches while bleeding uncontrollably from my crotch for a week!" That's why "cis" women take birth control for the same reason. They get breast reduction surgery, too, if they cause pain and somehow feel no urge to bully other people into using their custom pronouns.

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I'm a woman and don't spend lots of money on that stuff. You would be surprised but it's, like... allowed.

Both men and women have certain parts of the population that excessively focus on grooming (as in hightening your status by looks-/statusmaxxing, not as in tranny grooming) than others, and some that don't do that at all. This is probably a result of personality and not gender.
If you buy expensive make up as a woman, you will know more than 3 ways to tie a tie as a man. Your epensieve ties. To go with your expensive suits. That fit your cars and your home .
Escapeing capitalism by becoming a man, are we? I'll see your designer handbag and raise you a vintage guitar or car. Some gendered things are still universal.

 

[Lord Of Shit]

Escapeing capitalism by becoming a man, are we? I'll see your designer handbag and raise you a vintage guitar or car. Some gendered things are still universal.

Seriously... Pooning out to escape that particular rat race is the worst idea.

Women can trade on their looks to a far greater degree and with infinitely greater success than can men.

You're a man now? K, so, here's what you need to do now:

1. Grow an additional foot in height.
2. Get a nice car.
3. Double your take-home pay.
4. Get your soft ass to the gym, lose that belly fat, get ripped.
5. Learn that crying at work when you have a bad day will no longer result in consolation from your coworkers, but disgust.
6. Accept the loss of special scholarships, jobs, promotions, even the awarding of public contracts, and also that you will now be subject to open discrimination in same.
7. Accept that the result of any contact with the justice system, in family, civil, and especially criminal law, just became far worse for you.
8. Die five years earlier. (The cross-sex hormone abuse will likely take care of this for you)

(Wo)man, that doesn't seem like such a good deal after all...

Oh, well, you can still trade on your tits, right? Oh... you cut those off...

I ain't angry at pooners. They're just kinda dumb, and I wish I could talk them out of their folly.

 

[Hamplanet Fitness]

Troon calls pooner a pooner, lil dood has multi-tweet meltdown about it:




Her bio:

 

[Izdaja Slika]

Another day, another dood trying to get gays to fuck her right in the front hole and being upset when they won't.

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Fucking hell the absolute unalloyed thick-as-shitness of pooners.

So even though gay men don't want pooners at exclusively male bars and gatherings, pooner finds it somehow more perplexing that the selfsame women they don't want at the bars and gatherings they also don't want at a party exclusively demarcated and defined on having sex with likeminded men?

Calling pooners fetishists because they invade your (fetishistic) homosexual orgies is not a sympathetic look. No one engaged in an orgy, or in casual hookups with strangers they will never see again, is participating in "reciprocal romance", they're participating in a mutual satisfaction of carnal desire.

Yeah, and if you're not invited to the party, you're not invited.

For decades gay men campaigned for wide scale acceptance, normalization, and understanding; this is one of the the realities of that push, deal with it.

In what universe does asking the State to stop criminalising consensual sex between adults of the same sex result in 'women should expect to be desired as a target of gay male sexual desire' arise as a foreseeable consequence? Not in this universe.

Not needing to be around or listen to men is the greatest part of being a lesbian and I thank God every day for bestowing me with this gift

How are you posting this on the internet from a failed 1970s lesbian separatist commune? Oh wait, you aren't because the idea that women can actually function without being around or listening to men is absurd beyond belief. Do you not have a father, a brother, coworkers, friends? Do you not go shopping? Do you not drive on roads?

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Doods are every bit as engaged in performative/competitive fragility as eating disorder skellies. Change my mind.

"But obviously I can't ask to be accomodated, I need to be accepting."

Credit where credit is due: pooners may be gross and weird, but they tend to actually have some shame and limits to their entitlement, whereas troons have none. I can absolutely see the average troon marching into HR and demanding as "her" human right to exist and not be genocided that any dude at the company sharing the troon's birth name be made to use a different one.

And the troon's demand will likely be granted, too.

I wouldn't put it past a pooner to demand a random male (via HR, of course) give up his name so that she isn't triggered by it. Especially if she is a left-wing American pooner. Some Americans think words and names that sound like a slur in English should be avoided by people whose native language is not English. The kind that write to Crayola to tell them that they ought not sell a crayon with the Spanish word for black written on it, even though all the colours are written in English, Spanish, and French.

 

[The Skeksis Emperor]

UK pooner 'Jason' (Jessica) Pulman killed herself, mother sues the police for not stopping her in time. This is a sad story because Jessica and her mom were moved a lot around due to being stalked by her violent convict father. I am going to place zero percent of the blame on Jessica here and 100% of the blame on the UK criminal justice and mental health services - how the hell is a 15-year old not only not protected from a deranged violent stalker, but forced to uproot her life and hide because he is just allowed to do whatever he wants? Obviously the solution to this girl's entirely justified anxiety and pain was to enable her to pretend to be a boy.

The pictures are something else, poor girl. Is this the worst drawn on poon-stache yet?

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The parents of a trans teenager who took his own life while on the NHS gender clinic waiting list are suing the 'slow and casual' police force who failed to find him in time.
Jason Pulman, 15, was tragically found dead in a park in Eastbourne, East Sussex, in April 2022, having struggled with mental health problems as well as his gender identity.

Described as a 'cheeky fun ball of energy', the talented artist was born as Jessica into a family who were frequently relocated by social services in order to try and keep them safe from his violent convict birth father.

In the run-up to his death, Jason was regularly self-harming and abusing drink and drugs, Mrs Pulman previously told Hasting Coroners Court.

By early 2022, Jason's worsening behaviour, including shoplifting and being excluded from school for cannabis, meant the family knew he needed more significant psychiatric help.

 

[Mad_Dog]

Straight woman develops gay man fetish, decides to try skinwalking as one.

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She's working off the flawed axiom that straight people don't imagine themselves as the opposite sex for sexual gratification. If you make such a stupid and wild claim, then sure you can justify cutting your tits off, but it won't make you happier.
Losing the ability to think critically, and its consequences, has been a disaster for the human race.

 

[and I must scream]

Troon calls pooner a pooner, lil dood has multi-tweet meltdown about it:

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"Fix your heart or die"
What a great expression of the trans movement.

 

[Swede]

Are we allowed to post about pooners we saw out in public or is there a separate thread for that like the "troons out in the wild" one?

 

[Dolly Brooks]

Calling pooners fetishists because they invade your (fetishistic) homosexual orgies is not a sympathetic look. No one engaged in an orgy, or in casual hookups with strangers they will never see again, is participating in "reciprocal romance", they're participating in a mutual satisfaction of carnal desire.

For decades gay men campaigned for wide scale acceptance, normalization, and understanding; this is one of the the realities of that push, deal with it.

Look, I understand the impulse to be like “they’re all nasty so who cares about the pooners invading their dark room orgies” but no child deserves to be born to those parents. Things get too sloppy and you get a seahorse pregnancy discovered at 6 months (all T, no prenatal vitamins) and end up with this:

 

[Magic Pickle]

A pooner writes out a Very Special Episode on Medium about why it's very naughty to out people as trannies and how she felt her life could've been put in danger by such reckless behavior!
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I Was Outed as Trans at Work, Twice​

Your story should never be someone else's to tell.​

About three years ago, my life was extremely different. I had just been promoted at work and was now the manager of my own watch repair kiosk inside a very large department store in the centre of Liverpool.

More importantly, I had been on prescribed testosterone for roughly six months at this point, starting my journey as a transgender man. Life was going great.

I was nervous to start this new position as I had never had the belief in myself to manage a whole team before, albeit a small one of four. But the new me, the true me, had a new outlook, and my confidence was growing.

A couple of months before I accepted this new managerial role, I was covering a colleague's holiday at another branch for a week, and I worked alongside a new starter, Sarah, who was in her second week with the company.

She seemed nice and was already getting on great with her job, which made my job easier, training her.

The first day I met her, after we had been chatting for a couple of hours, she turned to me and said:

"Do you mind if I ask you something?"

"Not at all"

"I noticed that the last customer misgendered you"

"Hmm"

As I was only a few short months on T, this was still happening. I didn't particularly look feminine, I never have done, but my damn voice was still quite high. And of course, at this point, my face was beardless.

She continued:

"Are you transgender?"

I felt a little uncomfortable as this was the first time anyone had asked me this. I hadn't thought about how I would answer if this question ever came up. Looking back, I wish I had. I must have looked like a rabbit in the headlights.

"Sorry! It's none of my business. If you are, it's totally cool by the way"

"I am, yeah"

"Oh wow! Awesome! How long, if you don't mind me asking?"

"No, I don't mind. About 6 months on testosterone"

"Only 6 months? Wow, you look great!"

A New Friendship​

It was really nice working with Sarah for that week; she was generally interested in finding out about my transition and my journey so far. I told her about my wife and me, how we met, etc, and she told me about her daughter and partner.

She actually joined the company after applying for a jewellery maker apprentice position, but they weren't ready for her to start yet, so she is just learning the branch role until then. We swapped phone numbers on the second day, as I was her manager essentially that week, but it was also nice to keep in touch.

Sarah messaged me about two weeks later to say she was working in the Liverpool branch full time until her apprenticeship started in three weeks, and the team all seemed lovely. Coincidentally, about a week later, this is when I was offered the manager position of this branch, which I accepted. I was to start in a month.

My New Role​

I threw myself into my new role, and I was out to impress. Sales were down at the Liverpool branch, and I had many ideas to turn this around.

The first thing I did was have a one-to-one meeting with each team member to introduce myself and get to know them. They were all very nice, but I could see that they had had no leadership for many months.

I implemented many changes, some the team loved and some they were less enthusiastic about. But they worked; the sales figures proved that, so that's all that mattered. I was a fair boss and also took on their ideas and listened to them. I felt it was running smoothly.

I had to commute by train from where I lived to Liverpool; it was easier than driving, as the parking in the city is crazy expensive. This took about 40 minutes, so it wasn't too bad; however, if you are familiar with UK transport, you will know how much they love to go on strike!

My third week in, and the train strikes were announced. I couldn't work the rota around them, so I wasn't able to get into work. I spoke to my area manager, with whom I was quite friendly, and she put me on a shift covering the branch I used to work at before I was promoted. My old manager was off sick.

I was working with a girl called Hannah, my replacement. I was in first and had begun to open up the kiosk, she was late, awesome start!

She walked in and, without hesitation, threw her arms around me (eww) and said:

"You must be C.J.? I'm Hannah. I hear you're transgender, that's so cool! I'm a lesbian!"

To say I was shocked and very pissed off is an understatement. So I may have come across slightly hostile:

"Yeah, who the hell told you I'm trans?!"

"Oh. Jenny did. It's cool though"

"No. It's Not! It's not her business to tell anyone about me"

Jenny is my previous boss, so Hannah's new boss. Why she told her, I have no idea! But I was fuming!

Hannah carried on for the next couple of hours, trying to ask me loads of questions about being transgender. In the end, I had to get forceful and tell her to stop, and if she didn't, I would have to report her. Needless to say, it was the longest shift of my life.

I didn't say anything to Jenny, we had barely spoken since I got my new role, and I just wanted to move on and get back to my branch.

Episode Two​

A few days later, it was quiet in Liverpool, so one of the staff members and I were chatting. She was telling me how she was getting excited to be her aunt's bridesmaid, as this would be the first time she had done it. Without thinking, I blurted out, "Oh, you will love it. I've done it three times".

Shit.

As soon as the words came out, I wanted to run away. Maybe she hadn't heard.I looked at her, and she was smiling at me.

"It's okay, I know you're trans"

"Really? How? Can you tell"

"No! Sarah told us when she was working here."

What the fuck!!! So everyone knows.

I wasn't going to let this one slide, why should I?

I Made It Official​

I rang my area manager and told her everything that had happened, here in Liverpool and with Hannah and Jenny at my old branch.

My area manager knew about my transition as I had to change all my details with the company, she was so supportive, so I knew I could trust her. She was just as angry and surprised by it all as me. Well, maybe not quite as angry.

She assured me that this would all be handled officially by HR, and I had done the right thing telling her.

By this time, I was really quite upset. I felt betrayed. I just didn't understand why either of them had said anything and told anyone. I had made it clear to them that I didn't want it shouted around. I'm in no way ashamed of who I am, but it's also no one else's place to tell.

The next day, I got a phone call from Jenny. She was very apologetic and said she didn't mean anything by it. She said she knew she was in the wrong, but when Hannah told her she was a lesbian, she just let it slip that I was "one of her kind" by being trans.

I expressed to her how much it angered me, and that she should never out someone, and I hope she learns from this.

We left it at that.

When I got a call from Sarah, just seeing her name on my phone screen pissed me off, so I knew I had to take a couple of deep breaths. Again, she started by saying how sorry she was, blah blah. She didn't mean anything by it.

When I asked her why, she told my team she couldn't really give an answer, she just said she told them because she knew. To me, that just says she likes to gossip. Not good enough.

I let rip a bit. I explained to her, like I did with Jenny, that it's never her place to out a person, ever! And this situation is even worse. I'm in a completely different work space, with people I have never met before. I'm also having to use the male changing room. What if someone who "doesn't agree" with the way I live my life had found out and decided to take matters into their own hands one day in said bathroom? Or walking to the train station. My life could literally be in danger.

She was silent for a few moments.

She acknowledged that she hadn't even thought of that.

Exactly.

Your gossip can risk someone's life.

I'm glad to say that both Jenny and Sarah were given official warnings for what they did. I know not all companies take complaints like this seriously, but they should!

It's Never Okay To Out Someone.

Take Care,

C.J.

Yet oddly enough, it seems she herself actually enjoys the ability to terrorize others when she has the opportunity - in fact, she describes the fear she can instill in women as "affirming."
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A Stranger Thought I Was Going To Mug Her And I Liked It.​

Before you judge me, please allow me to explain myself!​

Yesterday, I was walking back home after quickly popping to the shop down the road from where I live. It was nothing unusual, and it was something I had done hundreds of times. Just to set the scene, I was wearing jeans and a hoody, not a balaclava as depicted in the photo above lol.

As I approached a set of traffic lights that had turned red, a lady, I would say in her mid to late 60s, was pulling up to stop in her car. She looked me up and down, and as she did, I noticed she had her handbag on her passenger seat. Then, without hesitation, she reached forward and pressed the automatic lock button on her dashboard and proceeded to move her bag from the seat to the footwell, all without removing her eyes from me.

Of course, I continued on my journey past her, and I was initially offended, but this was quickly replaced by another feeling. A feeling that surprised me, a feeling of euphoria, and I thought to myself,

"She sees me as a man. Not a woman. Probably not a trans man. But a cis man!"

I couldn't help but smile and chuckle a little. Which, in hindsight, probably made me look a little crazy, but ah, well.

Feelings Of Conflict.​

As I carried on my short journey home, these feelings of joy turned to conflict. On one hand, I was overjoyed that after 3 years of being on testosterone, I am able to "pass" easily in my everyday life as the man I have always dreamed of being. But on the other hand, I am now being treated as the predator I was once afraid of when I presented as a woman.

This got me thinking about other situations where I have been alone with women. Did they feel threatened or unsafe by my presence? I notice that when I'm walking behind a woman when it's dark, I will cross over the road. Or, if I've been waiting on a quiet train platform and it's just me and her, I will go right down the other end. I do these things without even thinking because I remember how scary these times were in my previous life. I would never want someone to feel that way about me.

A Message To My Trans Brothers.​

I guess the point of this article is to ask my fellow trans brothers to be mindful. Yes, I loved that this poor lady saw me as a regular guy; I won't feel guilty for that. But we must also do our part as men to make sure all women in society feel safe. And I mean ALL women. We are in a unique position where we know what it's like to be on both sides. We have all felt scared and intimidated as women by men. Some of us have been attacked verbally and/or physically, so it is our duty not to become another male statistic.

Take care,

C.J.

Spoiler: I cannot imagine being intimidated by this fucking house elf.

A wannabe stealth TiF is the laughingstock of her friend group when she wears a swim shirt to keep prying eyes from witnessing anything unusual on her chest. Despite others insisting that swim shirts are perfectly natural as an option, OP insists that even tremendously fat fucks don't wear shirts in her neck of the woods to swim, leading her to fret over how to maintain her secret. OP, however, has the brain power of dry pasta, so she stupidly uploaded her transition timeline which I will now be immortalizing on the farms because one of my hobbies is exposing liars.
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Got low-key clowned on for wearing a swim shirt. How do a stay stealth but also explain it away?
A little context, I live in Minnesota USA (land of 10,000 lakes, but theres is 2x as bodies of water that would be considered “lakes” in other states, so lots of water), swimming and lake/water activities are a huge part of social life where I live. 99%+ of men, who were raised in Minnesota, do not care what they look like and just wear swim trunks. Immigrants (international or just from southern states) sometimes wear swim shirts, but part of that is cultural. People not from the “global south” or from southern states are taught to cover up more in the sun, due to the UV rays and it actually being more protective, so they wear swim shirts more often, but it’s no where near common. Many cis men who move here from sunnier places stop wearing swim shirts due to the lack of sun year round.
Yesterday me and some buddies from work went to the beach and went swimming. They’re all CisHet and we are all generally in shape from our job. I am stealth and just got top surgery 10 months ago. My scars are still noticeable, despite the scar treatments I’ve been doing. So I decided to wear a swim shirt.
Literally 6 of my buddies and 2 of their girlfriends wouldn’t stop mentioning that I was wearing the swim shirt. I told them it was for UV protection, but they didn’t buy it due to the fact I work manual labor outside and wear sun screen all day (like 50+ SPF). 2 of them took it a little too far (but they don’t know I’m trans, so normally it would’ve been light hazing). Most of them just repeatedly told me to take it off and that I had no reason to be wearing it. They told me I need the vitamin D (that is true, in Minnesota we get very little sun year round). The 2 that took it “too far” were just constantly mentioning how it was weird I was wearing it (I was the only one out of like 40-50 guys at the beach). They literally mentioned it 5+ times in 2 hours.
I’m going to a birthday celebration for one of my friends/coworkers today and it’s at the beach. There’s gonna be the same people from work as yesterday. I’m gonna have to wear a swim shirt again to stay stealth but I don’t want to have people weirdly talking about my swim shirt at my buddies birthday celebration. That just seems weird, and taking attention away from him on his birthday.
I just don’t know how to explain it away, especially since I’ll be bringing sunscreen anyway, for the rest of my body that isn’t covered. It’s just a weird social norn, that I don’t know how to explain away because of how common it is for cis men here to not wear swim shorts due to the lack of sun year round.

Spoiler: The soft, tender eyes are the giveaway.

Another TiF brags about finally becoming what she's always wanted to be: a homosexual man. Her perky little mosquito bites are the most obvious tell about her poonery until she takes off her hat and glasses and then, jarringly, looks like a quintessential American HR manager from Idaho with a chinstrap.
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This year I became the "Gay Boi" I've always dreamed about.​

This is my first post. Thank you everyone who contributes to this community. I started presenting as transgender nonbinary and transmasculine this year. This has been a really exciting year for me! I feel like the best and most authentic version of me.

About me. I'm 37 y/o and pansexual. I've been on T for 5 years. Didn't really identify as anything for the first four years. I actually didn't feel comfortable transitioning until I found out trans non-binary and transmasc were valid identities. I don't feel like a man or woman. I just feel like me and I love being masculine in the way that feels right to me! To me, that was embodying a "gay boi" energy.

Unfortunately, even in my very queer city, non-binary annoyingly seems to just be an extension of quirky cis people (mostly this is a white problem, which obviously wasn't helpful for me.) I'm "too masculine" for the sapphics, which is a bummer. But i'm okay with it . I'm mostly attracted to queer men and gay men have always given me the most euphoria.

Some other notes about me: I haven't had top surgery. I've been pleasantly surprised how many gay men can't tell when I go to beach. I do plan to get top surgery within the next 6 months, as my insurance covers it. I also have mouth dental implants and unfortunately that surgery took priority this year, but top surgery is the next priority.

I also have long hair. I basically only style it in the same high bun I've been doing for nearly two decades. It's a comfort thing for me. I love having a man bun. I have zero desire to cut my hair.

I currently have a beard but I passed without one. I always had a very masculine neck and jawline.

I got VERY lucky with genetics and my body took to testosterone exceptionally well. I want to be very clear about that. Some females are VERY lean and muscular naturally. I am that. Testosterone was very effective to me because of this.

Anyways, I definitely can relate to a lot of rants on here about how you feel you are being treated within the queer community. I'm a solitary introvert anyways so my authenticity is most important to me. I silently sit and observe the environment. I'm so thankful there's an online space for us to talk and support each other.

I'm rooting for all of you. Keep being your best selves!

Spoiler: She just looks like she makes applying for PTO a pain in the ass.

Worst Time Mom: a FTM who works in veterinary medicine is trying to solve the logistics of presenting as male when she's going to be carrying a child. Thankfully, most her fellow TiFs warn her to not continue doing any sort of teratogenic behavior, but nobody has much advice for her aside from pressuring HR to keep her pregnancy a secret from coworkers. Guys, c'mon, it's 2025: if a shrimpy little "guy" that you work with starts developing a mysterious sack of fat located only on his abdomen, then between that and hearing that "he" isn't supposed to do certain job tasks it's going to be obvious what's going on. They truly believe people are vastly dumber than they are, which is amazing when people are capable of miraculous feats of stupidity.
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Anybody in vetmed? How did you do it? Or just a job where you can't hide pregnancy​

My partner and I are talking about starting to try to have a kid within the next few years. The part that's giving me the most stress is work. I'm a veterinary technician and pregnant people can't do radiographs, be exposed to the inhalant anesthetic, administer certain medications, handle cat feces, etc. Hiding a pregnancy isn't an option. I'm mostly stealth in my life. My family, my partner and his immediate family, and a few friends are the only people that know I'm trans. Having a kid is really important to me and I'm going to do this regardless, I'm just very nervous. How did you tell your coworkers? Did you continue doing certain things you weren't "supposed to?"

 

[Dolly Brooks]

Did you continue doing certain things you weren't "supposed to?"

What is up with them not heeding any warnings or having any sense of self-preservation? “I want to go on the water slide that destroys my insides/want to be operated on at 40 BMI/don’t care if I get HIV or have a mutant baby.” Does the T fuck with their risk-assessment abilities?

I know there’s something to the human mind where if someone tells you not to do the thing, now you really want to do the thing, but c’mon. Is ignoring lockout/tagout really that affirming?

 

[Stupid Sexy Flanders]

"Fix your heart or die"
What a great expression of the trans movement.

It's from Twin Peaks: The Return:

 

[KifflomKween]

It's from Twin Peaks: The Return:

There's some irony to the fact that he works for the drug enforcement agency...

 

[Potato Burrito]

Are we allowed to post about pooners we saw out in public or is there a separate thread for that like the "troons out in the wild" one?

Troon sightings in the wild

 

[Larry David's Opera Cape]

100% of the blame on the UK criminal justice and mental health services

How about the slag who bred with a convict and was absent minded enough to let her 11 year old wander about and get into drugs and crime?

Kid would have been better off being raised by a herd of buffalo.

 

[Lord Of Shit]

Guys, c'mon, it's 2025: if a shrimpy little "guy" that you work with starts developing a mysterious sack of fat located only on his abdomen, then between that and hearing that "he" isn't supposed to do certain job tasks it's going to be obvious what's going on. They truly believe people are vastly dumber than they are, which is amazing when people are capable of miraculous feats of stupidity.

This may, in fact, be part of it, as Wokies like Pooners and their enablers are often (but not necessarily, unfortunately) not terribly smart and tend therefore to impute that same level of cleverness to others.

In other cases, though, it's rather that people are expected to pretend to believe the absurdity you described. Considering how long this particular elephant has been shitting in our cultural living room, it's hardly unreasonable to expect that others cannot be similarly bullied into pretending that the ever-enlarging, giant pile of stinking elephant faeces isn't there either.

It's a shabby, dirty little power play favoured by authoritarian minds: you both know that what you are required to believe is bullshit, but you still have to play pretend with them, or else. Whether it's late-Nazi-era Germany, and THE WAR IS GOING JUST FINE, THANK YOU, or the Soviet Union, and THERE IS PLENTY OF BREAD ON THE SHELVES; I'M JUST NOT GOING TO BUY ANY, THAT'S ALL, it's a horrible kind of semi-consensual gaslighting.