Mick Hartley

And Jo Bartosch:

Rejoice! For the They / Thems have risen. After being legally crucified by the Supreme Court last Wednesday, the trans faithful marched from Parliament Square in London yesterday in a display of devotion and defiance. It was a tantrum disguised as a protest over the court’s heresy – that the word ‘woman’ refers to a biological category, not a personal sense of gender.

Chanting ‘Fuck JK Rowling’ and ‘Fuck Wes Streeting’, the mob wailed over the apparent injustice of women having legally defined boundaries. Banners held included ‘The only good TERF is a dead one’; as legal commentator Dennis Kavanagh pointed out, there are currently people in prison for saying less.

Somewhere along the route, the statue of women’s rights campaigner Millicent Fawcett was defaced with ‘Fag Rights’. Ahead of the march, former TV presenter India Willoughby urged people to engage in a synchronised #PeeForMe piss protest – because nothing says dignity and equality quite like public urination….

Following the Supreme Court ruling, it’s baffling to recall the grip this muddled mob of dimwits and fetishists once had on public life. How did we get to a point where women were hounded from their jobs for stating biological facts – all to avoid offending these deranged people, some of whom are prepared to piss in protest? How did they hold so much sway that even the prime minister felt he could not definitively say that women don’t have penises?

One day, we might well laugh at the collective lunacy that gripped the early 21st century. But not yet. First, we need to ask the people who indulged it: what the hell were you thinking?