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Jul 19

Hippocratic oath

I wonder how the trans-radical lobby squares their attempted erasure of the immutable categories of biological sex with articles like this one, published last spring in Nature: “Biological sex shapes tumour evolution across cancer types.”

An excerpt:

A person’s sex can affect the kinds of cancer-causing mutations they develop, according to a genomic analysis spanning nearly 2,000 tumours and 28 types of cancer.

The results show striking differences in the cancer-causing mutations found in people who are biologically male versus those who are biologically female — not only in the number of mutations lurking in their tumours, but also in the kinds of mutations found there.

Cancer it turns out, is transphobic. Read the rest of this entry »

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Jul 19

Unvarnished truthNot realizing, at first, that she had wandered into a hornet’s nest, Martina Navratilova joined the transgender debate last December.

She was perturbed by the growing encroachment of transwomen into female athletic competitions, replete with larger hearts and lungs and bones and muscles.  (For a frightening taste of what this sort of thing can look like, have a look at MMA transgendered fighter Fox Fallon annihilating opponent Tamikka Brents, caving in her face and dispatching her, concussed and bleeding, to hospital for repairs: criminal assault and battery, in any other age, but perfectly legal – applauded, even - in this brave new era.)

The former tennis great on Twitter: “You can’t just proclaim yourself a female and be able to compete against women. There must be some standards, and having a penis and competing as a woman would not fit that standard.” Read the rest of this entry »

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Jul 19

lily tomlinIt was early autumn in 1933 Glasgow and the old Scotsman was furious.

The target of his ire was young James Herriot.  Freshly enrolled in Glasgow Veterinary College, an introductory animal husbandry lecture on the points of a horse earlier that day had stuffed young James’ eager brain with colourful terms like withers, stifle, hock, and poll.  His professor had shrewdly animated the new vocabulary with a string of equine ailments: “splints”, “curb”, “windgall” and the like.

James strode proudly down the street after class let out, stethoscope slung around his neck, bursting with knowledge and feeling every inch the veterinary surgeon. When he spotted a coal horse tied up at the side of the street he stopped to appraise the animal confidently through the lens of his newfound expertise, before stepping forward to pat him knowingly on the neck. Read the rest of this entry »

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Jul 19

censorshipI have no plans to see Unplanned.

With two busy medical practices and four non-passive kids between us, the odds of my wife and I carving out time to take in the anti-abortion film - or any other movie for that matter – are roughly on par with Donald Trump resigning his presidency to take up knitting.

It’s not that I have no interest in the abortion debate.  Like many Canadians, I do, and as I have explained elsewhere, one doesn’t have to be religious to entertain moral misgivings about ending unborn life. Read the rest of this entry »