I was struck with amazement hearing on CNN International, before falling asleep a “dating site” called “Tinder” is offering services for, get this, forty different types of genders!  I was trying to determine where did God go wrong!  According to Scripture:

“So God created man in His own image, in the image of God created He him; male and female created He them.” Gen 1:27 (KJV)

I was not good in math while attending school, but it seems to me, God created two genders:  male and female.  And since He set the ball rolling, how is it we now have forty?  How could this be?  Let me confess something:  If I were looking to date and meet someone now living in the Philippines, quite frankly I would be scared of the possibilities.

EVERY DAY when I am out and about I see what could be a woman, but, oops, probably not.  The people here, in some cases, perhaps more than in other countries, the men and women can have similar body types, slender hips.  What I had looked for first especially since they’ve gotten smart and started wearing filled bras, I have determined is the absolute clue in determining who is male or female is by looking at their legs and arms.  When they are extended, there is a definite distinction between male and female, rather, a “born” female and male’s arms and legs.  Sad, one has to ask someone to produce their birth certificate, or have them extend a body part because even attempting to do a “Crocodile Dundee” and those who’ve watch the move, know what I’m talking about, won’t be definitive enough since many undergo the surgical knife or take hormones to facilitate their end goal.

What I find sickening are those who are accepting of them as if they’re normal.  I have to ignore them because if one of them got in my face, they’d be found kissing the sidewalk after I have crushed them.  I cannot even look at a “lady-boy” or a “gentleman-girl”, hmmm, do they call themselves that without getting sick to my stomach.  Even here on Facebook, I’ve been contacted by several of them and I have had to let them know, “I ain’t the one.”  Sorry, my tolerance level can only go but so far.

Yep, I’d be afraid to have children in this day and time, when there seems to be more than just boys and girls, like it was when I was growing up.  I would certainly be afraid to have my son, or daughter, call on the phone, “Dad, I’ve met someone special and would like you to meet them.”


November 22, 2016