I see Title IX got undemolished by a sane judge, and the troons are flipping out and shrieking that this is the beginning of the transholocaust.
Of course, that's what they desperately
want to happen. Being a victim is such an important part of the troon identity that actually being victimised is affirming. It's similar to how they brag about enjoying being sexually objectified, because that's what they think should happen to women, and therefore if it happens to them, it makes them a real woman. Troons would
absolutely fucking love to be chased by death squads, because it would super-validate their status as vulnerable and marginalised, even at the cost of their own life, which we already know they undervalue so much that the biggest threat to troon existence is themselves (for 41% of them anyway).
Being able to wheeze
"See! I told you so!!!!!" at the top of their hormone-withered lungs, while being chased down the street by masked Nazi thugs, is a delicious wankworthy fantasy to the narcissist troon mind. Such drama!
This is why it absolutely burns them up inside to merely sit alone in their hovels
with nobody giving a shit. Without the lurid death squad fantasy, the horrifying mundanity of reality kicks in: you're not an embattled, brave, freedom-fighting woman. You're just a sad, pornsick man. They
need to believe that they are up against the world's worst, most fascist, most murderous villains, because they are totally up for that fight (it's probably the testosterone). What they absolutely cannot handle is the thought that what they are actually up against is normality. In their imagination, they see themselves as the victims of roving gangs of far-right terrorists, but what they actually get is... just a bunch of regular people? They are amped up to hear
"Die tranny die!", but what they actually get is
"Whatever mate, just stay out of the ladies loos". The normie reaction to troons is
crushingly ordinary. It evaporates the grand narrative on contact. Gone is the fearless, downtrodden hero on the right side of history. Instead stands a weird bloke in a wig. No swastikas in sight, no goose-stepping, no skinheads.
This is why they hate TERFS so much. They prepared for a fight against giant laser-eyed anime demons and moustache-twirling manifestations of pure evil - but what they got was middle-aged lesbians, who inflicted a total intellectual defeat upon them with zero bloodshed.
They wanted bloodshed.
Their own, if necessary. They are
itching for trannicide, and its continual failure to happen damns them to the cold light of day where they have nothing but their own rotten thoughts to contend with. They have no great enemy. They experience no real threats. There will be no memorials, because nothing has actually happened to them.
So next time you see a pitchfork-wielding mob on its way to a troon lynching, just say
"No thanks, I don't give a fuck about men in dresses." That is a far worse fate for them.