Rhys is mad that The Guardian neglects to consult the World Authority on the Philosophy of Language:
Me me me me ME!!!!!!!
Fat chicken, which you will recall
is too fat to get castrated, is trying his luck in Canuckistan:

It shouldn't matter because the whole Planet Earth is the murder capital of trannies.
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This is what might happen to Rhys should he sticks with Charleston. I suspect he knows it too:

He loves being called "the authority of whatever" but he hates to teach or do research.
You can't call it a day without Rhys boasting how good he is:
Lots of intellectual crossovers. First with fellow middle-age male Jonathan Holliday:
Then with fellow fat-fuck male Jake Alley:
James Radich:
At last a genuine woman: The Abortion Chick:
Another woman: Kate Strangio:

You do wonder why so many celebrity parents have "trans kids".

Thank God that Rhys is not well spoken.