Parts is parts

As if our country hadn't already submerged itself too deeply into the Sea of Absurdity, a civil rights group in the northeast looks to take us to soul-crushing depths.  The Maine Human Rights Commission has declared that forcing a little boy to use the little boy's room amounts to discrimination.

I'll let that stew in your kettle for a bit.

Okay, picked yourself up off the floor?  No doubt your asking yourself how one (or many) could arrive at such a conclusion.  What could precipitate even addressing the lavatorial situation?

Ready for one of the oddest sentences I've ever written?  It seems that a 12-year old transgendered boy was made to utilize the boys' restroom to relieve himself (here). 

A couple of thoughts.  To get to this point, it would seem the parents would have had to encourage their son to pursue a feminine feeling while denying the dangly thing betwixt his legs.  Not my idea of Ward and June Cleaver if they did so.  The biology seems pretty concrete to me while feelings flutter between breakfast and lunch--and then often five times over. 
Next, what can an organization go on but biology?  If it has to do with what I'm feeling today, if it's dynamic, then you can expect half of high school football teams to be changing in the girls' locker room because it--um--feels right.  Sorry, the rooms are evenly divided between the haves and the have nots.

Finally, what a mess we have made of our sexual society.  The kinetics between man and woman were created to be so.  Like nuclear power, unleashing it within the confines of marriage brings about incredible wonder.  In the hands of madmen, it devastates millions.  We might change our plumbing three or four times over.  What will never change is our inherent identity, who we were created to be, written into the very identifying matter within each of our cells.

I have enough trouble taking care of business when I have clowns to the left of me and jokers to the right.  There will be no going in public places if I head to the head with some lass who felt herself to more of a Lars today.

Perhaps sanity will prevail before we submerge ourselves any further into this murky abyss.  Otherwise, it's anybody's guess what you'll bump into coming out the door during your next trip to the restroom.