Reported in the Huffpost this morning:
"She may look every bit the part of a beauty queen, but Jenna
Talackova has lost her chance for the crown because she was born a
The 23-year-old Miss Universe Canada finalist was disqualified from
the competition after it was discovered she had undergone sexual
reassignment surgery, reports CTV."
Jeepers, creepers! What the hell is going on around here? This kind of stuff makes it easy to understand regressive politicians and why they want to return to the "good old days." But, you know, I got to thinking about that and was reminded of a story from my past.
I was a recruit in Uncle Sam's Air Force and stationed at Ramstein, AFB, West Germany. Upon the occasion of my birthday, which coincidentally came around shortly after assuming my post at the air base, the old Sarge and a couple of senior airmen decided to take me out and introduce me to the town, or rather, to every G.I. bar in the town. It was their avowed goal to get me "screwed, blewed, and tattooed."
It seemed like we were well on the path to any or all of the above when an incident happened I will never forget.
After about the third of fourth bar and who knows how many beers, we landed in a place where absinth was the drink de jour. Let me tell you something, after a couple of those babies the whole world takes on a different shade of pale and the girl who delivered them to me was definitely close kin to Venus di Milo. For some reason (probably cash from my "buddies") she took a real interest in me and demonstrated same by favoring me with an infamous lap dance.
Things were progressing pretty much as you would expect from a young, horny G.I. and a bar whore when suddenly my exploratory hands discovered something in a region of her anatomy totally unexpected. No transgender here, the real freakin' McCoy!
I let out a yell, sprang to my feet, sending the "girl" sprawling across the floor, and fled the scene. I could hear my buddies laughing from out in the street. I guess from their perspective it was a howl. From my perspective, lesson learned in only believe half of what you see.
As Hoke said to Miss Daisey.... "Things ain't changed all that much."