22 December 2015

Wonderful news, Manitobans...

...your previously puny judicial bench has been corrected and "strengthened"...

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Manitoba's attorney general, Gord Mackintosh announced, "Diversity is valued, along with the other qualifications. The fact that Kael is transgender is exciting.

Mackintosh said the the provincial bench wasn't "REFLECTING THE FACE OF MANITOBA" and needed to "BE STRENGTHENED.
Well, pardon my ignorance... from this point on, I will scrupulously refer to Manitoba as Canada's own transgender province.
In addition to being transgender, McKenzie is also Metis.
Hey... twofer!

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"Chest masculinization surgery has also been added as an insured service under the provincial health insurance plan," said Healthy Living Minister Deanne Crothers. "People who don't identify with their biological sex and strongly identify with the opposite gender need timely access to quality care and services to help them transition," said Crothers.
And that's not all...
Already, the province provides coverage for gender transition-related surgeries including orchidectomies (removal of testicles), penectomies (removal of the penis), vagioplasties (reconstruction of the vagina), mastectomies (removal of breast tissue), hysterectomies (removal of the uterus) and oophorectomies (removal of the ovaries).
Thing is, you don't even need the surgery to change your sex...
Manitoba will no longer require proof of transsexual surgery in order for someone to change the sex designation on a birth certificate or birth registration. Individuals will be able to change their sex designation if they provide a statutory declaration and a supporting note from a health-care professional.
That's easier than reregistering a used car. Sounds like the tranny community gets the best of everything.

Now I'm just waiting for the Vampire-Canadian community to start demanding supplemental dental coverage and regular home deliveries of bags of blood.

But, what about the rest of us? I talked to a friend of mine the other day, who took his 89 year-old diabetic father into the local emergency room. Twelve hours later, without a diagnosis, or even a meal for his dad, he left in frustration and disgust.