The Wilderness Search and Rescue people have a term for the process that results in experienced outdoorsmen getting lost.
Imagine Joe and his buddy hiking to a secret fishing spot. Joe takes a short-cut and they end up on a ridge. Joe is sure that he knows where they are.
He pulls out his map and compass and takes reading.
"My compass is broken. Let me see yours" Joe says.
"Yours is broken, too. Either that, or this mountain is made of iron ore."
"That peak over there has to be Mt. Sumtalldude. If we keep it on our left we will hit Stoney Creek, then all we have to do is follow it downstream to Moldy Meat Swamp."
Five days later, Search and Rescue finds them on Bleached Bones Salt Flats. When Joe regained consciousness, he insisted that he had successfully navigated to Moldy Meat Swamp but that it had dried up.
I think many of the poor, lost-souls who buy into the Transgender nonsense follow a similar "Bending the Map" path.
They start out profoundly unhappy and it must be something external. Accepting the possibility that the problem revolves around their own, internal expectations is too painful to consider.
Somebody offers the hypothesis "You were born in the wrong body" and they swallow it with the enthusiasm of a Smallmouth Bass inhaling a softshell crawdad.
They embrace the idea that somebody owes them "the solution" of chemically and surgically changing their body to conform to the idealized cosmetic standards of the other sex.
All data that conflicts with their preferred solutions (the equivalent of the compass readings) is discarded. Even the flimsiest of data that supports their preferred solution is touted as absolute proof and they push onward.
From a detached, intellectual standpoint the interesting thing is that at every turn where "Joe" rejected objective data, he became more deeply invested in being "right" because the cost of his decisions, if they were wrong, increased exponentially. Thus we have transexual advocates who will burn the city to the ground over the most trivial of points.
I am not very optimistic about changing the minds of the ones who drank the koolaid but I think it is important that we have robust arguments that might save the ones who are still considering their options.
The upside is that the NEXT generation will learn that the best way to horrify their progressive parents and to establish their own identity separate from their parents will be to be "Based".
What oldsters like us can do is to refined "You might be BASED if..." lists.
Examples:
- You might be BASED if you believe that the bathroom scale aren't lying when you step on them (speedometer, altimeter, horizon, credit card balance...)
- You might be BASED if you believe that you get better at a skill by practicing it.
- You might be BASED if you are not afraid to make mistakes because you learn from them.
- You might be BASED when you acknowledge the possibility that the other guy might be right.
- You might be BASED if you can combined the best parts of the other guys' ways of doing things and your way of doing things.
- You might be BASED if you believe that ignoring problems will NOT automatically make them go away.
- You might be BASED if you are prepared to do hard things even when you believe it is somebody else's job.
- You might be BASED if you can forgive people because nobody is perfect and you will end up with no friends if you cannot learn to forgive.
- You might be BASED if you believe the best girls smell like sugar and spice and everything nice while the best guys are as tough as snakes and nails and puppy-dog tails.
- You might be BASED if you dance the most with the one you brung.
- You might be BASED if you believe that skinned knuckles are not a mortal wound but are the price of living large.
Please feel free to add to the list in comment, provide feedback on the ones that most appeal to you and, most of all, share the list with others.
Lifting notes
I went to the gym to day to see how much I could dead-lift. It has been 9 months since I hit the weight-room.
All of the regulation, 45 pound bars were in use. I found a shorter bar that might have weighed 25 pounds.
I warmed up with six reps at 115(?) pounds and then at 165 with five minutes of stretching between the sets. From there I added five pounds, waited a minute and then lifted a single rep. Lather, rinse, repeat.
I hit the wall at 215 pounds.
I am pleased with how it felt while I was lifting and how I felt afterward. I would have been OK with any number I ended with. It is just data. However, I am pleasantly surprised by how high it was. My PR for dead-lifting is 245 pounds so being 15% below my all-time high after not lifting for nine months is pretty cool.
















