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"This Is Wrong on So Many Levels" | How the Trans Lobby Uses Children to Make Money
THE STEW PETERS SHOW
(With a sneer of disgust, I demand an answer. How many gay men, lesbians, or transgender people would willingly throw themselves into this grotesque display? Would they eagerly leap at the chance to be paraded as some kind of spectacle for your entertainment? The thought alone turns my stomach.)
Most individuals who identify are LGBTQ+ would never agree to be a part of such a show, right? Absolutely, and here lies the issue. In recent years, social media has given rise to influencers who have discovered an easy way to make large sums of money. The formula is simple: pick a subculture or identity group- evangelical, conservative, liberal, LGBTQ+, transgender, feminist- and follow their beliefs without question. If you don't agree, keep quiet. Then sprinkle in some money, perfect timing, and a charismatic personality, and there you have it! Instant fame and fortune.
The problem with this business model is that it only works if you portray yourself as God-like and talk down to other subcultures. Tell your followers they should fear for the state of the world and promise them that you can fix it all. Use catchy slogans like "Love is my religion" or "The right" Blame everything on those who hold opposing views.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
What you won't see are genuine conversations between people with differing views or from different subcultures. That's because this business model relies on maintaining a god-like status for success. If two individuals were to engage in real debate without an editor or control, their god-like image would be at risk. And let's face it- no one ever wins a debate 100%. But losing even a small part of that god-like image is not worth engaging in authentic conversation, so instead we resort to cancel culture.
This despicable business model has only fueled the flames of cancel culture and enabled social media platforms to ruthlessly censor whatever they see fit. But let's not forget, these corporations are driven by profit above all else. They don't care about informing the public; their only concern is ensuring continuous financial growth every quarter. And what better way to do so than by controlling the flow of information on social media sites? It's a terrifying.
Advertisers.
The insidious advertisers are the puppet masters of this new social media business model, pulling the strings and manipulating the masses to their will. They exploit legal loopholes for maximum profit and long-term fiscal return, while hiding behind vague concepts like 'love' and 'tolerance' to appease the LGBTQ community, liberal organizations, and human rights activists. But beneath their facade of progressiveness, they are elevating a twisted version of human existence, one fueled by greed and control.
Human Medical Transition.
The vicious cycle of reality regarding medical transition, fueled by the insatiable pursuit of profit. Synthetic hormones and risky surgeries promise to unlock a potential for revenue, but at what cost? Children are the prime targets, their vulnerable bodies and minds manipulated into conformity under the guise of love. But it's not just any children - it's the misfits, the outcasts, the ones deemed as "unimportant" by society. Their struggles with identity and puberty are dismissed as insignificant compared to the prized jocks and beauty queens. Who cares about these "different" kids anyway? As long as there is money to be made, their suffering will be overlooked and exploited.
Just five years ago, only 100,000 children in the US identified as transgender and believed they needed to medically transition. Today, that number has drastically increased to an estimated 2.1 million according to the Williams Institute. To delay the unwanted effects of puberty, such as biological hormone production, many of these children are prescribed puberty blockers for an average of three years before beginning medical transition. This results in a cost of $37,500 per year for three years multiplied by 2.1 million children.
Add 1.3 million to that figure for each child who begins medical transition at the age of 15, lives until they are 82, and continuously uses synthetic hormones for the rest of their life, regardless of whether they ultimately decide to detransition or not. This creates a steady stream of income for pharmaceutical companies with no possibility of chargebacks.
This is the elusive "Holy Grail" that every CEO desires, yet 99% will never come across a product that embodies the 'Golden Ticket.'
Link - Facts Smacks Right?
With the addition of surgeries and potential complications, this industry could easily generate trillions of dollars in a mere handful of years. And what's even more enticing is that it provides a perfect opportunity for those in power to maintain control over the market. It's like a gift from the gods of finance, allowing them to acquire social media platforms, movie studios, celebrity endorsem*nts, news stations, and even those pesky social media influencers who people falsely believe care about their followers. In reality, they are simply chasing profits like everyone else.
I have been in activism to STOP Transing Kids for five years and I am not lacking in intelligence. I understand how to capitalize on my identity as a trans man through social media, creating a wave of success that could have labeled me as the face of feminism or an evangelical 'Born Again' symbol instead of being recognized only for my lesbian and transgender identity. With that said, I would be set for life.
The problem is that I am a mom first and I have carried life, given birth, I almost dies from medical transition, and I studied it to save my own life and I know this:
Medical transition is experimental, doesn’t cure anything, causes massive health issues, and makes mental health worse. These are facts, facts, not unicorn farts, go to my site scotttnewgent.com where you will find the large, accumulated studies, facts, articles as well as explanations from transgender people like me. See for yourself.
Decreased life expectancy, Premature death from heart attacks, Premature death from pulmonary embolisms, Bone damage, Possible liver damage, increased mental-health complications, increases chances of mood-syndrome symptoms, Increased suicide rates than the non-trans population, 12% higher chance than no trans population to develop symptoms of psychosis, Brain development stunted during hormone blockers.Reduced chance for lifelong sexual pleasure, probably does not even improve mental health outcomes.
Link: Unchartered Territory; Risks of Medical Transition in Adolescents
I make a point to sit down with people such as Stew, and anyone else who is willing, because we are essentially destroying the lives of innocent children and yet no one seems to be listening or wanting to have a conversation about it. But I do, and it begs the question: why?
- 22 states have passed bills to ban childhood medical transition, following the trail I helped pave in South Dakota. Yet, despite our efforts, 21 of those bills remain blocked by the relentless force of organizations like ACLU. But make no mistake, the wheels of this sinister machine are still turning at an alarming rate, with the medical transition industry gaining more and more momentum every month. The factory is open for business, and there seems to be no stopping it now -
Diving into these verbal battles guarantees my exile from any subtribe's support or sponsorship. My name is, not will be, is blacklisted from panel seating and lucrative speaking gigs, leaving me penniless and desperate. And let me make it clear, this isn't about sides - it's a cutthroat business, honey.
Every decision I make seals the fate of my business sales career. With each lost job and revoked offer, I feel my former life slipping further and further away. My own children watch as I sacrifice everything for this path I have chosen. But I am resolute, driven by a hunger that blinds me to the incompetence and stupidity that surrounds me. This is my path, and I will continue down it, regardless of consequences or casualties left in my wake.
Why?
Somebody has to make a sacrifice. It's hard not to think about the fact that we are hurting innocent children. It weighs heavily on my mind, this constant reminder that we are inflicting pain and suffering upon the youth.
- Scott Newgent
A conversation I hope to have more of in the future, this is how we heal our society.
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I worked in sales the majority of my adult life. Killed it in sales. Ever seen that hilarious Jeremy Piven movie The Goods in 2009 back when comedy was still legal? He’s a legendary car salesman closer.
Well, that was me. He was Don “The Goods” Ready.
I was Kellie “The Closer” King. I’ve got sales in my blood.
My grandfather Scott King was a building contractor who opened the King’s Auto court motel in San Diego to coincide with the 1935 World’s Fair. In 1939 that became the Travelodge empire–a brilliant franchising scheme to rival the McDonald’s story of The Founder. My granddad used to pal around with Ray Kroc. He saw the brand-new middle-class market segment coming before anyone knew what hit them.
The little bear that used to grace the logo. Modeled after my dad.
I was also born in 1972. People talk about struggles now. Try being an ultra-successful alpha lesbian in the sales field in the 2000s and then tell me again about your adversity because someone didn’t respect your made-up “they/them” pronouns.
I once got investigated for three months–all because I was beating every sales record there was amongst my peers, and we couldn’t let this bitch dyke do that, could we?
See what I did there? I used a couple of slurs that, honestly, are my right to use as I’ve heard them for a lifetime against me.
I saw the “dyke” word again recently after an appearance on the Stew Peters Show. Stew welcomed me on two days after Matt Walsh’s What is a Woman? exploded across the Twitterverse with 150 million views in 48 hours.
Maybe “welcomed” isn’t the right word. It was pretty clear from the get-go that Stew’s self-righteousness blinds him to any conception that there isn’t any truth beyond his own–and that’s perfectly fine. It has nothing to do with me. It doesn’t even faze me anymore.
And honestly, I will talk to the evangelicals all day long while they tell me about Jesus through their glares if it helps one baby lesbian somewhere know that they are perfect exactly as they are and that any attempt to sell them authentic happiness in the form of lifetime medicalization, endless surgeries and life-shortening hormones…maybe doesn’t have their best interest at heart?
I get sales techniques. I know them intimately. As Mr. Stew hammered me with words about how I had “failed” and was “ruined” I thought about the Neuro-Linguistic Programming principles that he and so many newbie salespeople and pick-up artists use to try to arouse or elicit some kind of a reaction.
It’s adorable, really.
Reminds me of when I used to give a sh*t about such things. As he suggested to me that it was never too late to consider Jesus, I couldn’t help thinking about how many people miss out on these giant audiences because they’re so afraid of cancel culture cooties. You know the ones. Instead of Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon it’s Six Degrees of Tucker Carlson.
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Activists against the marketing of transgenderism to children would no doubt hijack the Times Square teleprompter if they got the chance, even if it meant an evangelical was watching…wouldn’t they?
I sure would.
On the chiron thumbnail with Stew it blared “LGBT FREAKS TARGET OUR CHILDREN!” If you watch it, it’s cute when he tries to get me condemn not only Blaire White but Ted Cruz because they aren’t as far right as him. I said I want to put the surgeons who are targeting our kids in prison. Well, he wants them executed. Checkmate, Stew.
There was for sure a time when all of this would have gotten to me. Or the people who write to me telling me that appearing on the show is unrecoverable.
When the words of the people who tell me that I’m a traitor in every identity targeted segment one can be a traitor would have landed.
That was during the time I lost myself. And it all began with that first lie that I accepted as truth–eight long years before Stew was telling me that Jesus was there and ready to listen, when I put my own identity up for debate.
I don’t do that anymore. Even if Stew had the courage to call me an LGBT freak directly, it wouldn’t have mattered. Because I know who I am.
I didn’t realize how absolutely crucial that is to a person’s entire sense of sanity.
Who you are…is who you are. After spending nearly $1 million and having a stress induced heart attack and having to wear a “fragile” bracelet because I am that near death, I’m no longer worried about pleasing anyone.
“We will call you Kellie King,” Stew bellows to me, “because that is as God intended.”
I grin. I’m glad it is making him so happy.
I could care as little about someone accurately sexing me as I do about them referring to me by my birth name. I don’t know if it’s “as God made me” (the way he says it drips off the tongue like a slur somehow, and I actually love being called Kellie) but it’s the truth, and I’m never offended by that anymore.
I’m not one for religion, but I do believe in God. I do know one thing that saves–and that’s reality. Telling the truth.
That’s what Stew and I have in common. We are allies. He is an ally to me in supporting the truth of telling the truth. You have to choose your battles. And to me the battle for reality is that crucial of a battle.
He asks me to name and shame, name and shame. He is about the quick hit. I am a circus clown. He uses the word “clown.” His inflection is a dare. Will I react? I think Jesus would find him as entertaining as I do, how determined he is to out-Matt-Walsh Matt Walsh, how desperate he is to try to terrify me.
I almost want to give him the tears he’s searching for out of pity, to help him meet his goal of a viral clip because I want to extend him that kindness.
Be kind, right?
Because I know he really, really thinks this performance matters and it will really, really make him happy.
None of those matters. None of his politics matter. None of the politics matter of the people who decry him as “literal genocide” matter. Protecting children from the predation of multinational corporations who see them as cash cow’s matter.
That’s it. One goal. I’m a one-trick pony now.
“Who is the name of the doctor?” He puts my surgeon on the screen. I’m thrilled to see the guy blasted, having run from California with multiple lawsuits against him and his tail between his legs using Texas’s tort reform to continue his malpractice…on me.
“Who was the name of your therapist?”
I think back to the trans woman therapist that I first saw. I don’t even remember her name. I have no problem using trans pronouns, but I also 100 percent understand the reasoning why people do not.
That therapist called me Kellie, too. I was Kellie. I was Kellie King. Successful, beautiful, a knockout.
And then the magical thinking brain worm was first planted inside my head.
Like an illusionist in Vegas, that first transwoman therapist I saw in 2016 told me that I had been presenting like a man my whole life.
I felt…mortified. Shame I hadn’t felt since I was a kid. Could everyone see this? Why hadn’t anyone told me?
This was a therapist. A medical professional. I’ve always respected medical professionals. Don’t you?
At that point in time, I was no cynic. Like so many others I was celebrating Caitlyn Jenner living her authentic truth. Finally, all the hatred against gays was melting away. Look at the love bombs coming the way of transgenders! Look at how amazing it was!
I had never heard the term “astroturfing” in my life then. I probably hadn’t even heard the term “gaslight.” I certainly wasn’t familiar with the medical industry’s long history of corruption and capturing scandals from thalidomide to lobotomies to the oxycontin scandal that was at that time ramping up into high gear with the kind of completely guardrails-off marketing that would have made my granddad’s jaw drop.
Lost in all of this are kids, who I relate to deeply, not just because I am a mother but because I was the kind of kid that I see preyed upon today. I said it before, and I’ll say it as many times as I have to: I couldn’t resist this sh*t at 42. You think a little kid who believes in Santa Claus understands Judith Butler and Foucault when you are tell him that gender is a construct and if he likes playing with nail polish, he needs to get his dick cut off?
One thing I love about Matt Walsh is that he reminds me of the world that I grew up in, where you knew who you were dealing with. A black person once told me that they preferred the racism of the South because at least it was more honest. This is how I feel around evangelicals sometimes.
I know the terror that the deeply religious feel about their dogma and faith, and it has absolutely nothing to do with me. They are doing their best within the context of their upbringing. And they know that sex and sex-change surgery…is for adults.
The fact that this is controversial is terrifying.
By Trans Regretter Scott Newgent
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