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This is the same "groupthink" mentality that Orwell wrote about so convincingly. Even in circumstances where language can be compelled, beliefs do not automatically follow.

If the trans lobby was subject to truth in advertising legislation, we wouldn't be talking about this, because their pathological mission would be banned, despite the obscene amount of money being funnelled into this cult: https://lucyleader.substack.com/p/truth-in-advertising

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I was a tomboy who desperately wanted to be a boy in a sexist world. A child of the generation who were sent to the second world war. I did everything I could not to wear girls clothes when I was growing up to the despair of my poor mother and my indifferent father. My friends and playmates were boys because their toys were much more interesting and I fought and held my own just as well as they did. As it was I turned out gay but I didn't want to accept it as homophobia was as bad as the sexism then. As a young adult in the 70s I went to Sydney and encountered an ageing crossdressing University Professor (he was a close friend of the drag queens at Les Girls)who by influence and pressure turned a disturbed friend of mine who had a 6 year old daughter (as her father was not active in her life, I spent many years worrying about her as her mother was all she had) from a failed marriage into a transman (NZs first on hormones to my knowledge). He had the medical knowledge to do it. Then he and his friends turned their attention to me. Flattery was one of the common denominators. You are very good looking, you would make an incredibly handsome man. However I'm the kind of person who digs their toes in and resists when people try to put pressure on me to do what they want. My reaction was to return to NZ and become a young active feminist involved in both womens and gay rights movements. I finally accepted what I was and came out to my family. Feminism saved us all. I still remember the last luncheon a very upset Henry aka Harriet cooked for me at his place when he knew I was leaving. The ageing grandfather provided a desert which after one taste I knew was heavily laden with some kind of alcohol. I chose not to eat it. I later found out from my friend who transitioned that it had a lot of his homemade alcohol in it. This cult has been around a long time and is very insidious but now it has the money to spread its influence deep into our society. Parents beware. If your child doesn't have a strong secure personality they can be easy meat for these people.

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