It’s a super belated, super short post this evening. I’m helping out with my niece and nephews as part of an extended goodbye to summer vacation, and the babies have been whisked away to sleep.
Regular programming will resume tomorrow with an edition of TBT. For today, I don’t have much to say. It’s been a fun, tiring time with the little ones, who are big fans of the Nintendo character Kirby. They’ve also recently started watching episodes of Pokémon, and have taken to calling themselves their favorite critter (Vulpix, Pikachu, Oddish, Gloom, and Psyduck seem to be household favorites).
If the SJWs had their way, my niece and nephews would be forced to undergo species reassignment surgery because, at varying points, they have strongly identified as one or multiple of these characters.
Ludicrous, you say? Yes, but when it comes to this gender wackiness, the slippery slope is very real. Why stop at giving a three-year old gender-altering hormones? By that same logic, shouldn’t a three-year old be made into the pocket monster of his or her wildest playtime dreams?
But I digress. I’m looking forward to another couple of days of “funcling”—that is, being a fun uncle—before getting back to the spirited grind of another school year.