Written a year ago, when the (now back in the pending pile) Maria Miller paper/ammendment?? was about to be put to Parliament. I think this is the right thread for it.
A Bovine “Fairytale”.
Once upon a time, in a land far far away, lived a herd of dairy cows.
Normal life happened every day. The cows went into the milking shed every morning to give milk. And again in the afternoon.
There were, and always had been, some bulls that identified as trans dairy cows, who quietly fitted in as best they could (even though their general size and body shape gave the game away somewhat). The (real) dairy cows didn’t mind as they had no reason to.
As time passed some other bulls decided that they were also trans dairy cows, particularly on Tuesdays and Fridays, when they would tie cowbells around their necks with rose pink ribbon thereby proving that they were more cow than the (real)cows. There was also a group of Wednesday and Saturday trans dairy cows who didn’t think they should have to bother with ribbons and cow bells, because not all (real) dairy cows wore them and anyway they themselves were dairy cows so didn’t have to do anything to prove it.
(I hope you are managing to follow my story dear reader. Just to be clear there are now four groups of dairy cows - 1) Biologically female dairy cows. 2) The original trans dairy cows. 3) The Tuesday and Friday trans dairy cows who like to dress the part. 4) The Wednesday and Saturday trans dairy cows who require you to understand that they are dairy cows because they say so).
(To complicate things further, there was also a lot of crossover between the Tuesday and Friday trans dairy cows and the Wednesday and Saturday trans dairy cows who would sometimes argue ferociously with each other and wind each other up about how cow they were. They did however agree that anyone who didn’t suck up their every utterance as true, was a bigot and a Terd [Trans Exclusionary Radical Dairy cow] but they only said this to biologically female cows for saying it to other bulls might have caused them injury.
(Okay, I know this is getting tedious/bonkers now, but in fact there were also Monday to Sunday trans dairy cows which were not the same as the original trans dairy cows, but who might take Thurday off to play golf at the ‘no cows aloud’ golf club. They might or might not be wearing their own teenaged daughters’ knickers under their trousers.)
The original trans dairy cows realised that they themselves weren’t actually cows at all and didn’t stomp and snort and demand to have their place at the milking machines. For they knew this was daft and indeed knew that such an action would cause hindrance to the real dairy cows who, were just trying to give milk.
The arriviste, kool, ‘woke’ trans dairy cows had something of a narcissistic trait and only wasted a little bit of time in front of the mirror before starting to throw their weight about.
These ‘transcow activists’ (TCAs) had a name for (real) dairly cows, which was fish 
(except for the times that they were calling them terds and bigots and calling for them to ‘die in a fire you terd scum’...)
Being very well funded the TCAs set about hard core grooming the virtue signalling meejah and the Bovine Broadcasting Company and the government. All of which tried to signal their virtue harder and faster than the other - falling over themselves in their eagerness to lick the inner thrill centre of the #transcows are cows. The Bovine Broadcasting Company did not demonstrate much support for the (real) dairy cows, which baffled them, because the Bovine Broadcasting Company was supposed to be impartial. Inexplicably the Cow Equality Party appeared to yeild instantly to the TCAs which meant that cows that wanted an equality party had to find another name because the obvious one had already been misappropriated taken.
The unquestioning mantra merchants of the 'woke' zombie army at a national newspaper called The Warden (think about it) published one sided articals in blind and uncritical support of the TCAs and dripped sweat at the very idea of dissenting views being aired. Comments were heavily moderated - many commenters found themselves in a race to take a screenshot of their own comment before the mods deleted it. Another national newspaper, The Pretendent went the same way. A shame.
A cow in the government had the law of the land changed so that any that said they were a dairy cow was a dairy cow and had to be let into all the dairy cow places (and to not allow them in was against the law).
And so it began.
The real dairy cows couldn’t get into the milking shed for the volume of transcows stroking their new entitlements by occupying the milking machines - for the government cow had assurred them that it was their entiltement to take.
(It wasn’t long before you couldn’t buy a strawberry yogurt for love nor money.)
Having had their normal lives taken away from them, and in need a new direction the (real) dairy cows decided to start training for the up and coming Interfairyland Bovine Olympics ... Can you see where this is going? Yes, along came the TCAs who of course didn’t enter the bull events but rather the cow events for they were cows. For the foreseeable future, there was little point in the (real) dairy cows trying to take part in competitive sports. So they didn’t.
The actual. real. biological. dairy cows became so disillusioned that they decided to leave the land of their normal life, to see if they could get back to normal somewhere else. They invited the original trans dairy cows to come with them. The original trans dairy cows said yes. And they, along with the other bulls, ran wandered off to pastures new, leaving the TCAs, the government, the Bovine Broadcasting Company and certain other parts of the meejah behind.
The new pastures that they found were called Tranquilidad.
In Tranquilidad anyone could wear a cow bell with any colour ribbon at any time, and anyone did.
There was strawberry yogurt for everyone.
Paz y Tranquilidad