“…there is nothing wrong in being a fool where that has no effect.”
Nassim Nicholas Taleb, The Black Swan
That the scenario I’m about to present you is not just plausible, but is almost a certainty under the circumstances described, is a testament to the pervasiveness of transgender ideology and how utterly it has corrupted our institutions and addled the brains and made fools and cowards of many of those in leadership positions. There is a vast difference between deciding how to reasonably deal with people who are quirky or mentally ill versus having the insane wishes of these same people dominate public policy.
First some biology. Real biology, not the kind spouted by transfascists and their enablers in medicine, science, and academia. A human baby is created by the joining of an ovum produced by a human female (woman) and a sperm produced by a human male (man). This union creates a zygote, which eventually grows into a baby who will be born a male or female—not assigned one of these two categories at birth. There is an unbroken line of such creation stretching back eons, from the time sexual dimorphism arose among life on Earth, up to the present. This is an amazing thing, a profoundly beautiful thing, and is absolutely necessary for the continuation of our species, whether it be here on Earth or elsewhere in the cosmos.
What epitomizes the sorry state of our current society is that the aforementioned and following facts must be stated: Trans-identifying males (aka transwomen) are not women and trans-identifying females (aka transmen) are not men. These facts are rabidly disputed by the transfascists and their enablers, and they intend dire consequences for anyone with the temerity to espouse it.
With this biological reality in mind, consider the goal of traveling to the stars and eventually spreading humankind—or whatever the heck we evolve into—throughout the cosmos. The natural curiosity of the human species is one reason for us to venture thusly. Though shrilly maligned today by the Woke, the inclination to go where one’s kind has never been before, explore it, take possession of it, and perhaps colonize and develop it, is what led us to today’s world. Absent this compelling urge among our species, we would have remained living short, brutish lives huddled in terror inside our caves. There was no scenario in which our forebears would’ve deliberately bided their time as peaceful, technologically-deprived troglodytes until ready to immediately leap forward into a world of solar and wind power, no internal combustion engines, no war, no exploitation of their fellows, and unfailingly enlightened (i.e., Woke) decorum. In other words, the leisure for present sanctimony requires the backbreaking work of past sins.
Albert Einstein perhaps doomed us. Our present understanding of the universe is that traveling at the speed of light, or anywhere near it, is impossible. Thus, getting to the closest star systems using presently conceivable technology will take hundreds or thousands of years. Assume this remains the case, a better understanding of the universe or a “workaround” of some sort regarding Einstein’s theories is not forthcoming. Also assume something akin to suspended animation is not feasible—a crew and passengers put into deep sleep, with no aging, until reaching their destination. This leaves us with only one possible means of reaching another solar system: the generation ship.
A generation ship is an immensely large vessel theoretically capable of sublight-speed interstellar travel over a period of hundreds or thousands of years—a space ark, where the concept of “two-by-two” (male and female) must be held with fervent seriousness. The ship must be large, since it needs to be self-sustaining and provide food, water, and shelter for enough people to make it possible for the distant descendants of the first crew to eventually reach a new world, hopefully one that is inhabitable for humans. Once there, they must damn well explore and colonize—conquer if necessary—to keep our species going. Somehow, this martial ethos must remain intact among the ship’s culture for its entire journey.
The technical challenges are daunting. Those on board must grow their own food and recycle without fail every molecule. They must maintain and repair the ship for a lifespan that greatly exceeds that of anything previously built by man, perhaps even the Great Pyramids of Giza. Constructing such a ship requires an unimaginably large commitment of resources and political will. But if that will is not someday evident, we are doomed.
The first crew (and their descendants) must be healthy and capable of producing children. The ship is a closed world unto itself, thus genetic diversity is of paramount importance. The number of people required for this diversity varies, depending on the source. One low-ball amount of 80 people seems risky as hell. I suggest we have far more than this number on board. The larger the crew, the more massive the ship required, but this journey is the ultimate crapshoot, so once a commitment is made to build this vessel, profligacy with our “margin of safety” is warranted.
What would happen if this project became a topic of serious discussion in the context of our current “Trans Uber Alles” zeitgeist? Imagine trying to recruit the first crew if today’s transgender ideology remains a powerful, all-consuming political force. A sexually dimorphic species that finds itself suddenly unable to accurately define “man” and “woman” is a species incapable of choosing an initial breeding population of astronauts to place onboard this generation ship. In fact, if this poisonous ideology is part of the process, we shouldn’t bother investing one dollar in the project because we’d end up launching into space a ship of unbreedable fools.
Yes, race and sexuality would come up. In theory, a gay guy or lesbian willing to breed serves our purposes. Also, there’d be a number of nitwits who oppose the concept of space exploration because it might result in conquest and colonization—something that must absolutely occur if life on Earth is to survive somewhere because eventually we must survive elsewhere; our sun, as is true with all of these fiery orbs, has a finite lifespan, and we must restart elsewhere basking in the light of a new sun. A true reset if there ever was one. We must be willing to explore, conquer if necessary, and colonize. Something bad could happen to our planet well before the multi-billion-year lifespan of our sun expires, so it is deadly prudent that we spread our kind far and wide, sooner rather than later.
But “gender” would be the intractably contentious issue ultimately dooming the project. Any sane person understands that this mission requires a sufficient breeding population of males and females. Selecting the initial crew is critical, as would maintaining the social and mechanical infrastructure for hundreds of generations, in close quarters. The current lunacy, spouted by scientists and doctors alike, i.e., men can get pregnant or a woman is anyone who claims he is a woman, must be discarded when selecting the crew. It is madness otherwise.
Don’t bother dealing with these immense technical challenges if the fools and cowards among us continue to feign confusion about what is a man or a woman. The proper way to man this ship (they won’t like the phrase “man this ship”), taking into account actual sex, would be an affront the transfascists would not abide. And believe me, NASA would cave-in quicker than a sandcastle in a tsunami. Dylan Mulvaney would be classified as a breeding female (he has indeed made the claim that he can give birth)—and you damn well better accept this as fact if you know what’s good for you, bigot!
Also, don’t be surprised if the ship is christened the Dylan Mulvaney in honor of the patron saint of transgender asshattery. And thus, we launch into the void not a generation ship, one with the hope of colonizing new worlds and preserving our species, but a fabulously expensive sepulcher to our collective madness, one imposed upon sane and insane alike.
Bottom line: If transfascist ideology is not tossed into the historical dustbin, and soon, we as a species are not worth saving. Maybe the dolphins’ future generation ship is then more feasible and worthy of our planet.
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