Op-Ed: I Do Not Self-Identify As a Victim

NOTE: I am involved in three separate potential matters of litigation (one criminal, two civil) brought against me by the Trans-Lobby in Montana. Under the advice of legal counsel, I won’t discuss those matters in particularity.

Facebook currently lists 72 possible genders of which one can self-identify (last year there were 56). God made two genders (Matthew 19:4). If you reject the value and validity of the most prolifically sold, most freely given, most highly owned, and most cited book in human history, then that’s on you. If a collection of 66 independent books written by 40 inspired authors over the course of 1,500 years is only something the sneeze at, I can make my arguments from nothing but Natural Revelation (the stuff that you can observe about what God has made, which you call “science”).

FACTS MATTER

God made people male or female. About .07% of people are born with messed-up genitalia, which has to be corrected by reconstructive surgery because of things like missing gonads, deformed penises, or clitorises that are deformed and resemble non-functioning penises, and stuff like that happens on the rarest of occasions. Such individuals are called “intersex” but it’s really no medical quandary as to what sex the baby is because messed-up nether-regions don’t confuse doctors. Only about 20-30% of that .07% of humans have such biological chaos on a chromosomal level (.014% of births), creating a truly Intersex individual. That means, in America, this equals about 44,800 Americans nationwide. However, 6% of Americans claim to be (some form of) “transgender, meaning about 1,920,000 Americans (most of them are public school kids taking part in a momentary fad, who statistics show stop identifying that way in adulthood). In other words, roughly 43 times the amount of people who have actual chromosomal health issues identify as the wrong gender than those who have actual physical ambiguities.

The only explicable reason 43 times the number of those with true physical issues identify as having such gender issues is either (A) mental illness or (B) spiritual illness.

On the former, presuming only a naturalistic worldview, it is logical, medical, and scientific to deduct and diagnose the individual has a mental health disorder, which is commonly called “gender dysphoria.” This term is still used in the psychiatric community as a generally accepted term to refer to people who are confused about their sex without having any physical reason for it. Therefore, the problem must be mental using a purely naturalistic (non-religious) worldview.

THE “TRANSGENDER” DEBATE IS EITHER PHYSICAL OR METAPHYSICAL, AND I CAN ARGUE IT’S NONSENSE EITHER WAY

However, on the latter, spirituality cannot be ignored as a plausible reason for gender dysphoria. While the Bible is clear that confused gender roles are classified as sin (Romans 1:26-27, 1 Corinthians 6:9, etc), I’ll happily admit that many reject the Holy Bible as a trustworthy source. But I don’t need the Bible to demonstrate that spirituality is a reason for at least some “transgenderism.” The notion of transgenderism itself presupposes a metaphysical rather than physical worldview, and a supernatural rather than natural worldview. The argument works like this:

“My body says I’m this. But the “inner me” – completely disconnected from the “biological me” – is that.” This is not medically tenable nor natural, but supernatural. This is not explainable without metaphysics, because a purely physical worldview would reject the concept. That’s because what is described for you above (in bold) is called in Christianity a soul. In Hinduism, it is called the Atman. In Islam it is called the ruh. In Judaism, it is called the ruach. In Scientology it is called the thetan. In Sikhism it is called the Atma. In Taoism it is called the hun and po. In fact, in Native American “transgenderism” the term is referred to as being a “two-spirit” person.

Simply put, as you can see above, from a purely physical or naturalistic worldview, “transgenderism” must be classified as a mental problem. But in a metaphysical or supernatural worldview, “transgenderism” is clearly a spiritual problem.

Sometimes, when I correct someone’s gender presentation, I use the physical worldview to refute it and argue that biologically and scientifically, being “transgender” is a mental illness and needs treatment. However, sometimes when I correct someone’s gender presentation, I use a spiritual worldview and quote the Holy Bible.

When I employ the latter, I’m usually told that to keep my spirituality to myself. But unless the individual is willing to call “transgenderism” a mental illness, they too are espousing their own spirituality if they assert that “transgenderism” exists, because to do so without rejecting naturalism, they are betraying their own spiritual beliefs about the soul (or whatever term they choose to call a “consciousness” or “self” that is independent of the physical body).

CORRECTING THE “TRANSGENDERED”

Asking why I correct the “transgendered” is like asking why I can preach John 3:16 or own an AR-15. It’s none of your business; that’s why. My Constitutional rights don’t need to be defended, which is why they are rights and not privileges.

But that answer probably isn’t helpful (although it is true), so here are my general guidelines for doing such. But first let me start with the how before the why:

THE HOW

(A) I am already personally interacting with a person and they have falsely represented themselves by some means other than appearance or dress (like a name tag with the wrong name). In such cases, the use of the term “ma’am” or “sir” suffices as a correction. I don’t recall ever going out of my way to correct a person’s gender with whom I wasn’t already interacting (unless “C” – below – applies).

(B) In particular, if a person is wearing a “transgender” pin or t-shirt, etc, I will share my thoughts because they have shared theirs. Going back to at least 1971, the U.S. Supreme Court has upheld personal attire as speech. To demand that I keep my speech to myself, while another person is utilizing their freedom of speech , is fascism.

(C) I’ve preached at gay pride events, where attendance presupposes (reasonably although not infallibly) support for “transgenderism.” By assembling for the purpose of celebrating their opinions, I feel free to share mine without a breach of public decorum.

The “how” is usually simple for (A) and (B). I usually say something polite (“nice” is defined as “socially agreeable,” so I consent that it is not nice, but I am polite), with usually a “sir” or “ma’am.” On occasion, I will say something along the lines of, “You are not a man. You are a woman. Your actions are sin, and you need to repent and trust in Jesus.”

In other words, it’s usually a 10-second remark, before leaving to go about my business. On occasion, as happened recently, someone follows me out in a rage and I either use the physical or metaphysical argument against “transgenderism,” depending upon the words used by the enraged person.

By the way, the same correction applies to those I encounter who wear pentagrams or idols around their necks, or who use “OMG” right in front of me. A brief correction will probably be offered; it is not unique to the “transgender” mob.

THE WHY

1. If someone identifes as “transgender” they may legitimately need mental help. Normalizing mental health disorders is neither loving nor kind.
2. If someone identifies as “transgender” they definitely need to repent and trust in Christ, and I’m instructed by the Bible (which is authoritative over me) to preach both “when it is convenient and inconvenient” (2 Timothy 4:2 NIV). I do not do so in a way that holds up traffic, fellow customers, or business.
3. I do not like being lied to. “Transgenderism” is a lie, and I do not appreciate a person presenting themselves to me fraudulently, especially when transacting business.
4. If I use preferred pronouns, or play-along with their lie (such as using their wrongly-gendered name) I am lying, and that’s a sin (Exodus 20:16). I refuse to lie because lying is perceived as being nice. Objective Reality does not care about niceness, because it is immutable. The last time I “played pretend” I was in sixth grade, playing “army” in the woods. My friend and I stopped, because it suddenly struck us both as weird. To this day, I refuse to play pretend with an adult.

DESPITE LITIGATION, POTENTIAL CRIMINAL CHARGES FOR OPINION-SHARING, OR HARASSMENT, I AM NOT A VICTIM

Often, someone tells me to “go to hell” or “Jesus hates you” for correctly gendering someone after telling me to “keep your religion to yourself. The irony never strikes them that they’ve just made a religious imprecation. It doesn’t offend me. I’ve been told worse by better people.

The one thing that does offend me is when someone suggests that my reporting on any of the above is an attempt to “play the victim.” To heck with that.

I despise victimology. There was a pivotal film that helped develop my hatred for victimology and was Douglas Wilson’s Free Speech Apocalypse. In the film, Wilson points out that America’s leftists, since the 1960s, used the claim of “victimhood” to gain power, authority, and control. I watched that 5 years ago, just as I began to heavily research Critical Race Theory (CRT), and it was an important intersection of my life to understand how the Marxist paradigm of the proletariat vs bourgeois led to the wider lens of CRT’s oppressed vs oppressors analytical framework, and the Hegalian Dialectics that make victimology such a powerful force for wickedness.

There are true victims in this world. There are women whose genitals are mutilated in the name of Islam in more than 30 countries around the world. There is an epidemic of childhood sex trafficking in America. Native women are disappearing in Montana at a startling rate. Somewhere between 16% and 28% of children have been molested in the U.S. And in America, we’re chopping off the penises of little boys because their parents are evil. We murder more than 600,000 infants surgically in the United States and kill many times that through chemical weaponry employed in the womb.

Those who are now experiencing such things, or have died from such things, are victims. And those who have who lived through such things are former victims and now have another name…survivor.

The culture of CRT victimology hates survivors or the very notion of surviving because it presupposes the human capacity to overcome. Their strategies for gaining cultural and political power require victimhood, not survival. And so, our ideological, Marxist-influenced enemies have produced, magnified, and glorified the concept of trauma so that no matter how much one has overcome, the reoccurring trauma enslaves one to a life of perpetual victimhood over survival and overcoming.

I’m not a victim for two reasons; first, I’ve not faced anything like that which was described three paragraphs above. I’ve lost hundreds of thousands of dollars due to censorship, my name has been slandered, I have been sued (unsuccessfully), have received death threats that led to at least two investigations with the FBI, have had to be under the guard of constant security, and practice situational awareness. As I write this, I was just notified our Protestia FB page has been forever delisted by Facebook for an article about why we refuse to use preferred pronouns (which amounts to 90% of our web traffic, many thousands of dollars in ministry-supporting revenue, and represents years of sweat, blood, and tears building on a platform only to have it yanked out from underneath us by some fascist in Menlo Park, California. In the last ten years, I’ve been beaten up, thrown to the ground, and called every name in the book. But I am not a victim of any of it.

I am not a victim because – unlike abused children, aborted babies, molested kids, kidnapped Native women, or mutilated Muslim women – I asked for it. I enlisted.

I read the news, people. It’s what I do, so I can write the news. I employ a team of writers who collate “banned” news articles and send them out to people in an email list called The Insurgency (to help circumnavigate Big Tech censorship). By the way, you can sign up here. The point is, I know what happens to outspoken people.

I know Big Tech is coming for us. We refuse to back down in our articles from telling the truth because damn their lies, that’s why. My editor knew the risk of posting an article about refusing to use preferred pronouns. We knew what it would likely lead to. We posted it anyway, because Facebook will not dictate our speech.

I know the Corporatocracy is coming for us, and that it’s as dangerous as Big Government. And so I’m training my kids to be self-employed because the day is coming – soon – that a Christian won’t be able to maintain employment without signing onto a corporate “ethics” statement that point-by-point refutes God’s law.

I know the picketers are coming because who I write about are the picketing type. And we’re prepared for them.

I know darn well the possibility of what could happen if I use my freedom of speech in a store or place of commerce, which means I will no longer be able to patronize that business.

I know darn-well that the trans-mafia is a litigious herd of jobless ne’er-do-wells who will use the police to literally harass you if only the police are foolish enough to fall for it. I know what happens when you step foot onto a blade of grass over-spreading onto the public sidewalk outside a Planned Parenthood clinic, and the citation I will receive for trespassing. I know the media hates me like the devil themself (bad example, because I’m pretty sure they’re okay with the devil).

Two songs stand out in my head as to why I am not a victim. The first is a recollection of the Simmons Baptist Camp one summer evening circa 1994 (or so). I remember being touched by the lyrics as I sang them on the shore of the Big Piney River, wondering if the youth singing around me meant it as much as I meant it. But I knew at the time – I was cognizant of it – that I meant it. A truncated version of the lyrics are below:

I have decided to follow Jesus; No turning back, no turning back;

Tho’ none go with me, I still will follow; No turning back, no turning back;

My cross I’ll carry till I see Jesus; No turning back

The world behind me, the cross before me; No turning back, no turning back

With God as my only witness, I meant it. I still do. At one time, a prominent critic of mine said, “Jordan always thinks he’ll be the last man standing.” Maybe. I plan on it, if necessary. Darn straight. The Big Piney River still runs, and it’s a testimony to the commitment I made that day to the Almighty that I’ll go the distance.

Another song, found later in life, has meant just as much. If you’ve heard me preach much, you’ve heard me cite it. It was written by Isaac Watts…

Am I a soldier of the cross,
a foll’wer of the Lamb,
and shall I fear to own his cause,
or blush to speak his name?

2 Must I be carried to the skies
on flow’ry beds of ease,
while others fought to win the prize,
and sailed thro’ bloody seas?

3 Are there no foes for me to face?
Must I not stem the flood?
Is this vile world a friend to grace,
to help me on to God?

4 Since I must fight if I would reign:
increase my courage, Lord;
I’ll bear the toil, endure the pain,
supported by thy Word.

5 Thy saints, in all this glorious war,
shall conquer, though they die;
they view the triumph from afar,
and seize it with their eye.

6 When that illustrious day shall rise,
and all thine armies shine
in robes of vict’ry through the skies,
the glory shall be thine.

I chose my life. I chose to do the type of Wrecking Ball Method writing style I invented and became notable for. I chose to make enemies. I chose to sling stones at giants. I chose to get involved in politics. I chose to be an activist. I chose every single thing in my life that brings me pain except the pastorate, which the Holy Spirit made me the overseer of and made that decision for me (Acts 20:28).

I choose to speak with clarity instead of nuance. I choose to write with sharpness rather than whimsy. I choose to write about “transgenderism,” the weakest link in the fascist chain that grips the First Amendment’s throat. I choose war over peace, when there is no peace anyway (Jeremiah 6:14). I choose it all. I choose every last consequence.

And if I am jailed, bankrupted, boycotted, blacklisted, or even murdered, you hear this and hear this well; I was not a victim. I was a soldier, and I enlisted. I counted the costs and benefits, considered them rubbish (Philippians 3:8), and picked up my Bible in one hand and my sword in the other.

A man of God with a Bible in his hand and not a single care to give is not in danger. He is the danger. And he’s most certainly not a victim.

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