"What is this world coming to? " asks Chester the Molester.

Imagine Chester the Molester dressed as Santa Clause, with twirking LGBTQ/furry children waiting in line. He's embarrassed and confused at their aggressive behavior as they grab his bag o- goodies, and ask for sex-change transplants. He thinks, 'Wait...this isn't how it's supposed to go'. Being normalized, where's the victim? Where's the fun? So Chester has entered rehab and is on his way to reformation.

Weird thing, this circular reasoning.

I know it's a joke, but there are people who self-identify as handicapped. They feel so strongly about it that they've amputated limbs or blinded themselves with chemicals. It's just as absurd and sad. In the end, they ALL need psychiatric help.

Oaths were where you?