No More Mr. Potato Head

My son, who is a professional naturalist, has been labelled a "racist" because one of the things he teaches people, children and adults, is how to make baskets out of naturally growing indigenous vines and twigs. The various morons, human pond scum and mental midgets who comprise the group "cancelling" him and potentially destroying his livelihood here in Maine, the state with the motto The Way Life Should Be, insist the craft of basketry belongs to Native Americans and he is the white man stealing from them, despite the fact that I have yet to find any basket classes in the area being taught by Indians.

Who you callin' Mr? Now he's Potato Head.

This sad, stupid, sorry situation makes me want to slit my wrists while sitting inside my car with the motor on in the garage with the doors closed after swallowing all the pills I can find in my house, with a wine chaser. 

Short of that, I will continue to weep for the lost intelligence of mankind, which now requires me to call it womankind or personkind or transkind or LBGTQkind or whatever the heck "they" have now decided. Included in all this nonsense are the folks at Hasbro, the toy company that makes Mr. Potato Head, who have caved in to "them" and renamed it Potato Head. We can now all rest easier in our beds with the knowledge that no potato heads anywhere, be they male, female or other, are offended.

The very worst part is that our government, supposedly led (ha!) by the addle-brained Joe Biden, has decided it's fine for transgender men to compete in women's sports. His executive order mandates that all students, including transgender students, be able to learn without facing sex discrimination, and as part of that, "transgender women should compete on female teams," according to the statement.