‘Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make two’
...and I believe that 'we the people' have lost some of that freedom.
No?
Gina Carano lost her job for thinking she had the freedom to say two plus two is two. At one point she listed as her 'pronouns' the words, beep/bop/boop in response to 'the mob' trying to force her to post pronouns to her profile to validate support for the trans community and the mob went wild and began screaming for her head.
...nevertheless, she persisted.
So, imagine the following dystopian society - one that would never be able to exist in America because we are far too sophisticated to compromise our freedoms:
‘How many genders are there Winston?’
‘Two.’
‘And if the party says that it is not two but five—then how many?’
‘Two.’
Winston's answer ended in a gasp of pain as the needle of the dial shot up to fifty-five...
‘How many genders, Winston?’
‘Two.’
The needle went up to sixty.
‘How many genders, Winston?’
‘Two! Two! What else can I say? Two!’
The needle continued to rise…
‘How many genders, Winston?’
‘Two! Stop it, stop it! How can you go on? Two! Two!’
‘How many genders, Winston?’
‘Five! Five! Five!’
‘No, Winston, that is no use. You are lying. You still think there are two. How many genders, please?’
‘Two! five! Two! Anything you like. Only stop it, stop the pain!’
‘You are a slow learner, Winston,’
‘How can I help it?’ How can I help seeing what is in front of my eyes? There are only two genders.’
Sometimes, Winston there are five. Sometimes there are three. Some people are all of them at once.
The pain flowed into Winston’s body. The needle was passing seventy-five. Winstons eyes were clamped shut from the pain but he knew in his heart that there were only two genders…
‘How many genders, Winston?’
‘I would see five if I could. I am trying to see five.’
‘Which do you wish: to persuade me that you see five, or really to see them?’
‘Really to see them.’
‘Again…
Perhaps the needle was eighty or even ninety. Winston could not remember but when he opened his eyes it was to find innumerable genders, streaming past in either direction, crossing and recrossing.
‘How many genders Winston?’
‘I don’t know. Two, five, six—in all honesty I don’t know.’
‘Better,’
Just like Winston – people like Gina Carano are not cancelled because the left wants to punish them. The left wants to cure them. The left wants to make them sane. The left is not interested in the petty crimes that people have committed. The left is not concerned with the overt act – its why a flaming police car is symbolic of a peaceful protest – the left is only interested in the thought. The left doesn’t seek to destroy their enemies; they seek to change them. The left is not content with blind obedience or abject surrender – when you finally surrender to the left - it must be of your own free will.
Only then is the left happy.