The Cox v. Bradley boxing match is not really the issue. The problem is that our entire culture is mucking about in a morass of mud. We've muddied definitions and concepts and entire institutions so that we no longer have commonalities.

We no longer have common definitions of man, woman, gender, or marriage. Everything is fluid and changeable and an unknowable mystery. Even pronouns can no longer be assumed or applied in any former manner.

We no longer have a common language. We are constantly changing words. Is “pedophile” now a “minor-attracted person”? Or should we avoid “breastfeeding” and now use the term “chest-feeding” so we can pump former males with drugs to induce nipple discharges?

We no longer have common causes; equality of opportunity has been usurped by equity of outcome. With the ax of trans sports we've essentially murdered the entire feminist movement that began with voting rights. It's somehow verboten to recognize bodily differences — unless we're talking about immutable skin color. But even then we need to be super cautious so as to avoid a racist label.

We no longer agree on the meaning of common symbols. Has the rainbow been hijacked from a promise to a picture of “inclusion”? Is the American flag a scorned and tattered symbol of dangerous white supremacy? Or is it a kumbaya rallying pole of patriotism? But shhhh. Patriotism is synonymous with Nazism. So is child trafficking and even physical fitness — at least according to some liberal loons.

We no longer have any bumpers to rein in our ridiculousness. Instead, we furiously ram each other with our self-righteous bumper cars, believing WE are the ultimate authorities of truth. Oh, wait. There's no such thing as objective truth any longer. We skirt that boundary by declaring OUR truth, and no one can challenge us to think or believe differently than what our own stubborn brains embrace.

Yell who is more loving or more hateful. Keep ramming each other in the bumper car pit. Or slog out of the mud pit and take a shower. Pick whichever pit metaphor you wish ….

Linda Mazunik

Lone Tree