WHAT IS THERE TO 'DEBATE'?

As an Oxford resident and alumnus, it’s time I added my words on the Kathleen Stock affair. Pink-haired trans activists demand no less of me. I’m daily accosted by these monomaniacs - usually cycling in the middle of the road - hollering at me to ‘state my case’.

Sadly, no visit to my local artisan coffee-shop - rammed full of digital nomads tutting away - is complete without some such hideous performance, by these attention seeking toddlers.

So, here’s my very simple and dull position:

If someone with chest-hair down to their nuts (or where they used to reside) wants to dress up as Widow Twankey, fine. But that right stops at the school gate, and everywhere else safeguarding measures are in force, but all too often ignored on trans issues. Ditto the right to groom teenagers into joining their creepy cult.

I’ve no obligation to feign agreement with a denial of scientific basics, such as the immutable fact that human sex is fixed, on conception. It’s not ‘assigned’ - any more than I can assign hydrogen an atomic number of 17. Our views on this are irrelevant.

I’m similarly not obliged to agree with some pre-Reformation ignoramus that the sun goes round the earth, or that entropy can spontaneously decrease and the Second Law of Thermodynamics be ignored, simply to protect someone’s feelings.

And even if I did affirm such garbage, my affirmation counts for nothing: the scientific reality would be completely unaffected. If - on pain of mob violence - the world’s entire population ‘agreed’, it would still make no difference to the underlying truth.

Those who claim otherwise should stop their bullying and prove they hold the contrary position. Since you so passionately believe in direct action, do the following:

Go up the Shard and jump off. I’ll happily pay for your one-way trip - and watch with delight. Show us you can deny gravity, just because you don’t like dropping things and seeing them break. I’m sure nature will understand.

Or if heights scare you, maybe try breathing underwater? Just insist that you can - it’s your basic right to identify as a fish - and threaten anyone who says it’s biologically impossible. Then jump in the Thames (it’s by the Shard) and open up your big gob.

To summarise: there is nothing to debate. You can’t change your XX/XY identity, though you can pretend you have - usually by dressing like some stereotypical slapper, thereby showing how you actually view half the human race.

You’re free to do this. Just don’t ask me to affirm your delusions, by denying reality. No amount of coercion, lying, screaming, bullying, group-affirmation, thuggery and violent mob rule can affect it. Your need to use these is an admission that your position is absurd and cannot bear a nanosecond’s examination. That’s why you’re terrified of free speech and try to crush it.

In return for acceptance of my basic rights - and only in return - I’ll attempt to suppress my vomiting at your antics.

Or did you jump?