my son

Allow me to introduce my son, Jeremy Michael Graber.

Jeremy is the kind of son most of us can only dream of having.  He is a kind, loving and charitable young man.  He gives without question and without thought to himself, seeking only to help those who cannot otherwise help themselves.  He has set up and run a number of charities and charitable events which seek to assist those in his community in need.  He has served this country in the military and is an honorably discharged veteran.  He is a paramedic, meaning that he is still out there on the front lines everyday rendering assistance, and not seeking any kind of recognition in return.

And he is the kind of person our president and our attorney general care so much about that they would deny him basic rights they would readily grant to themselves, their families and their friends.  The guy in the Oval Office and the guy heading up the Justice Department may not care very much for each other at the moment, but they are united in their hatred of my son, a person they have never met.

You see, Jeremy does not fit into their vision of what a "real man" is supposed to be.

Jeremy prefers to go by the name "Remi".  It is what all his friends and his partner call him.  He prefers this name because he prefers his lifestyle, and he believes the name fits his lifestyle better.  Jeremy prefers not to have any kind of gender identification.  He does not refer to himself in the masculine or the feminine, and members of his lifestyle community prefer the same.  I do not confess to understand his lifestyle or that of his community.  There are certain aspects of it that I find rather strange; however, it is his chosen lifestyle, and as far as I can see, that lifestyle does not hurt anybody in any manner whatsoever.  Within his community he is well respected to the point of downright admiration, and most importantly, appears to be loved by all.  Who am I to disrespect or disapprove of his choice in life?

Yet, because Jeremy does not believe that he should be identified by any particular gender, the commander-in-chief would deny him the right to serve in our military, even though he already has honorably served.  Perhaps you did not notice, but on the same day he could not stop the urge to tweet, his Justice Department, headed by his favorite attorney general announced that they would be seeking to end protections afforded to transgender individuals under federal housing and federal workplace discrimination laws.  In other words, if either of these fine gentleman were to suffer a heart attack while they were in the jurisdiction where Jeremy works, they would expect him to show up in his ambulance and save their lives without questioning or giving thought to who they are; however, when he returned to his base, they would allow his employer to fire him simply because of who he is and for no other reason.  When he then returned home to tell his partner what had happened, from their hospital beds while a recuperating after Jeremy saved their lives, they both would allow Jeremy's landlord to kick them out, once again for the sole reason of being who they are.

It would not matter to the president or the attorney general that he had just saved their lives.

It would not matter to either of them that he had served this country honorably.

It would not matter to either of them that he is a person, who in spite of limited wealth and means has probably given more in his lifetime than either of them combined, and I am not referring to money.

It would not matter to them that he is presently in the midst of a campaign to establish yet another charity, "Not 1 More".  The project was conceived after the Pulse nightclub shootings last year.  It is designed to provide protections to vulnerable members of the LGBTQ community, not that our president or our attorney general would care.  Check it out under his facebook page.  I know two who live in Washington who won't.

All that would matter to these two cretins is that Jeremy does not gender self-identify, as if that is any of their business, and once in a while, in spite of the fact that the doctor who was present at birth yelled, "It's a boy!" when he was born, he prefers to wear a dress.  His parents don't care.  Why do they?

So in the end, I find myself asking one question:

Of the president, the attorney general, and my Remi, which one or more is the real deviant?