No, my cat didn’t just walk across the keyboard, but it would have made more sense if it did.
This gem of gobbledygook (h/t Louder with Crowder) is fresh from those stunning intellects at the Ontario Federation of Teachers, which, methinks, must be a new name for the Institute for the Terminally Obtuse.
Is your four-year old fretting about whether he, she or zhlorf is an intersectional, gender-queer, trisexual, four-spirited, species-fluid, parasexual interlesbo? I thought not. This is what they are doing to your kids—driving this drivel into the heads of children before it has real meaning to them. It has no meaning in the adult world either. All of these invented descriptors are names for neuroses. And since in the modern world fantasy is more important than reality, our ever-pliable leaders will willingly accommodate any absurdity when pressured by the mobs of whining SJWs that demand everyone be as stupid as they.
Truly, whom the gods wish to destroy, they first make mad.