High Intensity Orange Ouroboros Therapy. Wriggling Away.

 

 

                                                Man in orange-face.

 

Before laying out the therapy in practice, we examine some theorems of  High Intensity Orange Ouroboros Theory.

 

For extreme ex ample:  an axiom almost, "gender" is mythical.

 

Gender is mythical. Saying it is akin to the idea of luminiferous aether entirely exalts it on a podium of winners and runners up et al  in the  event it has not earned even a bronze medal at.  It has not placed. It has no place there.  It's more like certain beliefs of astrology or fads and fallacies of yore. Than a serious hypothesis of Science.

 

Gender ... ain't.

 

It follows, radically, by virtue of Yankee root yank up, there has never been nor ever will be a "trans" gender individual (or collective).

 

This applies to children, adults, various developmental or congenital anomalies, psychological entities excepted. Allusion to delusion might be expected here, but this is a description not a monograph.

 

On another but not entirely unrelated topic, is there conceivably any connection save random coinciding,  between the twain:  the self biting chewing swallowing and digesting of the blue ouroboros and the concurrent vomiting out of nothing into existence, out and out spitting out, and after, wriggling away, of the orange ouroboros?

 

What's left of the blue ouroboros?

 

According to  High Intensity Orange Ouroboros Theory:  nothing.

 

The Democratic Party has self-destructed over one of the most hilariously humorous put-ons, pretenses, confidence man shell games and funny funny funny fun fun carnivals of the mind ever. 

 

Of course orange-men, true trusted tribal  believers in the Eric Hoffer sense are hardly generally believed to be disinterested.

 

But if, if if if if if, if ... 

 

Gender isn't real, isn't really real as in real world application and observation and test real.

 

It would might seem to follow. 

 

The biology of sex is a scientific pillar. No fallen caryatid her. 

 

 

 

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