I am ashamedly over a week behind on my Gutfeld! viewing and just watched episode 2/16 this morning for breakfast.
I was shocked to see the segment about Fran Itkoff, a 90 year old woman who has volunteered for 60 years (just pause and let that sink in, thank you for your service ma’am) at MS Society, who had been fired for asking about pronouns…

I am with you Fran! It was a couple months ago I was on astro-seek.com (deleted my acct. I’m severely retarded) and within it is a box for “Pronoun”, I had no idea at 50 what the fuck this was, I wrote in Lord, as in Lord Mars, ’cause that’s what I often feel like… Lord Aegis, Lord Hades, what ever psychosis I’m suffering for the day.
I mean what am I supposed to say? Decided this morning mine happens to be It/That, if I have to define myself in this way, but I’m disgustingly satirical and want to talk about switching to Dem
GOOD MORNING I am looking for a nice sun dress, it doesn’t exist, my 6th house Mars physique wont allow it, my boobs are muscle, my milk, my milk is, THERE’S NO DAMN MILK IN MY TITS, you know I’m keeping the beard and the penis… anyway so I need a sun dress, I’m ready to vote in the upcoming Dem Presidential Preference Primary so I can be like Tlaib and ‘write-in’ [UNCOMMITTED] and throw away my civil liberties instead of changing something. I can’t get started- I just don’t know where to put the tampon… Need to walk out front this morning with my coffee, in a sun dress, make eye contact with the neighbor on his way to work and ask if he has an extra tampon to completely ruin his day. It is a fucking circus in my head anymore thank you everybody. If that offended you run screaming for the hills, I’m just getting started.

Actually my pronoun might be: THE THING THAT SHOULD NEVER BE! but I don’t mind Lord, would never say God they have a special place in Hades for such offenders. Those who offend or rise up against God go either there or Tartarus, one is for the Soul, the other for the Monsters, when I get there is when all Hell literally breaks loose because I will require enslavement in a physical place as well as the INVISIBLE REALM OF THE UNDERWORLD and unify the two, please please please put me under Krakatoa, I would put that to such good use! My thoughts stray constantly to Global Warming, usually somewhere between Mesozoic Era and Snowball Earth undecidedly, one of my comic book versions is the arrival of an alien (power of Attraction) that heralds itself by coming through our Sun, immediately shutting down the fusion core and splashing icy hydrogen slush all over our solar system while declaring it is here to “Help and save you all!” telepathically, then asks, “Does anyone know how to restart that thing?”, “No? My bad.”

Skat on my IC, it is a good day no matter what I say about myself or where you want me to stick the tampon, you poor things have suffered enough lately with my arrival, much like an asteroid through the Sun for a long slow icy death, I don’t get to make wishes any more than I can ever be a King. Lord. It. I looked on X for a pronoun designation box there is none. Well this day marks the conclusion of my reign of terror as the Sun exits my Aquarian gallery stellium, see you all again in Taurus, I do not like discussing Chiron in Aries… oh BS, I am here until they pull the plug.

Today’s prayer must be; Thank you God for keeping us safe from scary things, we ask you for everlasting good fortune and happiness, Amen -dbtrine