Trannies, Non-Binary Types are Certainly Human

I can’t remember who said it, but there’s an idea out there that there’s no such thing as human beings. There are Frenchman, Chinamen, Ashkenazi Jews, black Baptists, scotsmen. There are men and women. There are children, teenagers, bachelors. Humans come in categories. They are taken and accepted, and they offer themselves in these categories. I was thinking about this when I was listening to a transexual guest on  Democracy Now  as he expressed his regret that (according to him, anyway) trannies and non-binary types are seen as less than human. It occurred to me, however, that if a person claims to not have a sex or to have the ability to change sex after his initial creation that he is, actually, one step in the direction of becoming less than human. Reductio ad absurdium (one of my favorite thinking tools): if a person were to come to you and claim that they have no race, no sex, no history, that they do not speak a language, that their hair cannot be said to have a texture, then i

The Morality of Handing Away One’s Inheritance?

I’m not sure if this has received any treatment in philosophy, but what are the moral implications of handing away one’s inheritance. Is it moral to  squander , giveaway, or allow someone else to squander or steal your inheritance? With all of this tearing down of statues, renaming of institutions, and hatred and contempt of the past (specifically the white Christian past) I would love it if I could read a philosophical, or maybe a political philosophical, treatment of the possible immorality of such an act.

How To [ultimately fail to] Reason With a Loony Leftist

       Two things bug me the most in discussion; undisclosed loyalties, and poorly-defined terms.  The former makes for dishonest interactions because whereas one side is having a debate with a peer, the other side might be seeking to win ground in a battle as part of a larger war, and the latter makes for what-amounts-to an idiotic bought between children.  In this essay, I shall seek to offer a way out of such frustrations.        I’m bothered when called-for concessions aren’t made, and specifically at how religious the multicultural left is.  Like a wife approaching her golden anniversary, I find it terribly galling at how stubborn my mate can be.  You can lead a lefty to a conclusion, but you can’t make him stop emoting.  I can’t explain why, but I feel driven to carve out of thought narrow-bands of hypotheticals and reasoning that might, given the most gracious loony-lefty interlocutor (if such a creature exists), cause a moment of ideological insecurity.  I seem to be the onl