Call me old-fashioned, which I am, but I like my men with penises and my woman with tits and fannies. And If you are offended by that, then you are a woke snowflake, make no mistake.
Voluntarily
Well, the Halifax are now telling me how to think. They are forcing their staff to voluntarily put their pronouns on their name badges. HOW F**KING dare they!
And of course I know that it is optional for staff to do this, but the narrative I am going to paint is that it is compulsory, just so I can rant a bit more.
Dopey Bird
If some female bank clerk is being a dopey old bird, I will call her a dopey old bird – well, that’s my choice. It’s MY freedom of speech.
If it’s a bloke in a dress, I reserve the right to call HIM a bender!
I’m Not Racist, but…
Now I am not racist, and I am not homophobic. I have a woman who cleans my house who is black, and I once stood next, to a homo on the tube. But I just don’t want them shoving their dirty homosexual values down my throat.
They are free to do what they want in their own bedrooms, but I, for one, don’t want to imagine two oiled up men caressing their bodies. Kissing each other’s nipples, whilst one guides the shaft of the other into his mouth…
Sugar Tits
But I digress. Let’s get back to the ‘good old days’, to time away from these wokerati lunatics. Get rid of this bloody LGBTQUERTY+ nonsense.
We need to get back to calling men, men and women, sugar tits.
