HALIFAX, Nova Scotia, March 30, 2026 – As Canada descends farther and farther into the far-left, pro-communist, low-trust, anti-Christ hell of its own making, I’m comforted by the knowledge that there are only two genders. I know there are only two genders—male and female—because God, through his Word, tells me so. No amount of propaganda or threats will convince me otherwise.

I’m glad that I don’t have to state my pronouns. I know I’m female, and anyone looking at me can easily see that I’m female – long hair, long skirt, female form, female smile. Feminine mannerisms, feminine gestures, and the seemingly magical ability to make a man open the door for me with just a slight tilt of my head and a pause. For me to have to state my pronouns in light of such overwhelming evidence would not only be redundant but silly.

If people looking at you can’t figure out whether you’re male or female, the problem is you. If people looking at me can’t figure out that I’m female without being told so, the problem is them.

As for the recent adoption of plural pronouns to refer to the singular (e.g., “I have a friend. Their name is Tommy”), a pox on everyone who misgrammars in this way! A singular should never be represented by a plural, and vice-versa. It’s just wrong. As a text editor and life-long grammarian, I am deeply offended when people misgrammar the singular as plural. Deeply offended.

I’m also offended when people refuse to acknowledge my sincerely held belief regarding the number of possible genders (two). Even as they demand I acknowledge and affirm whatever nonsense they’ve decided to spout for the day (tomorrow will surely bring different nonsense), they adamantly reject acknowledging or affirming my worldview. Instead, they dismiss it as “cis” or “White supremacist” or even fascist. But I’m not the one forcing my point of view on others on pain of cancelling, fines, cyberbullying, imprisonment, or death. I’m not the one running to Big Daddy Government to tell on me for saying something they don’t agree with and/or don’t like. I’m not the one demanding they be silenced.

As my grandmother used to say: If you don’t like what I’m saying, don’t listen to me. If you don’t like how I look, don’t look at me.

And if you don’t like what I’m writing here, don’t read it.

It’s really that simple.

Case closed.