Plans for my US book tour next year, to promote
How Hard Can It Be?, are hotting up. Yesterday, I got an email from one event organiser. "I've been asked if you have any food allergies," she wrote, "and what's your personal pronoun of choice?" Without pausing to consider, I replied: "I'm still identifying as a woman, but I'll keep you posted."
When I told a New Yorker friend about this exchange, she warned me: "Don't make jokes about that binary stuff, even if you think they're totally crazy." Thus, it has been decreed that
there shall be no laughing about the gender absurdities foisted on us by the cultural commissars, even though laughter is the only sane response.
What happens across the Atlantic soon travels here. Sure enough, the NHS has announced that, from 2019, it will be asking all patients aged 16 or over whether they are "straight, gay, bisexual or other" every time they visit a GP or a hospital.
Medical professionals are instructed to keep a record of the patient's answer and to make a note if they refuse to give one. This despite recent findings by the Information Commissioner that a third of all NHS patient records are not secure. Jacob Rees-mogg is spot on when he describes the plan as "intrusive and Orwellian".
Comment: Maybe people are just sick of the man, angling to become president, behind a social media platform that's become a giant arm of US Intel, abusing monopoly for power and working with the Deep State to censor news. How tripping around the US petting farm animals and driving racing cars is supposed to make him more likeable is questionable at best.