For those of you who aren't in the know, his premise is quite simple. No money should be added to the federal budget, ever, ever, ever. Sounds good, right? On the surface,yes, it does. But then, things happen. Buildings fly into skyscrapers. Roads and bridges fall into disrepair. A little virus named AIDS comes to call. Hurricane Sandy does her thing directly over New York City. And on. And on.
What does this have to do with us transgender folks? Damn plenty. As long as goobers walk the streets, a policeman around can definitely make you feel safer. And you should feel safe. I'm not saying that a policeman should be at every corner, twenty-four hours a day, 365 a year. What I am saying, though, is when suspicious folks are are around and about, she or he will warn them that if they try anything, they will go to jail. Period.
But not if Nutcase Norquist has his way. It doesn't matter if all you transgenders are killed. Or tortured. Or raped. He has his precious greenbacks to line his pockets.
It's time to tell him to fuck off.