Flammeus Gladius

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Tag: transgender issues

Very Interested

Very Interested

What are our U.S. interests over there
In Eastern Europe? Fucking New York Post
Can’t say. To be explicit they don’t care.
Easier to be haunted by the Ghost
Of Cold Wars Past – and then in vain to boast
About the might our tranny military
Will wield at moments when it’s needed most.
The quintessential hero is a fairy
Here in the West. Are evil Chechens hairy?
Has Putin lost his ever-lovin’ mind?
Of Russians every blabbermouth is wary.
Our interests over there are undefined—
But, like a dominatrix, still insistent.
What matter now if Eastern Europe’s distant?

–Tom Riley

What Our Current Proxy War Is Really All About

What Our Current Proxy War Is Really All About

Because Joe wants to sniff the little boys
As well as little girls, we push gay shit
Around the world. The Biden-relished joys
Of LGBTQ must be a hit
Not only here but everywhere we sit
Our great big national (and global) ass
Down, even if it doesn’t seem to fit.
We won’t give any other land a pass.
But Russia isn’t playing nice. Alas,
It’s outlawed tranny truth and flipped the bird
At every lad who longs to be a lass!
That stance is so right-wing that it’s absurd!
Mark Milley and his pals are furious.
They opt for conflict – representing us.

–Tom Riley

How to Beat Russian Orcs after Goatfuckers Give You Swirlies

How to Beat Russian Orcs after Goatfuckers Give You Swirlies

Fag generals who took it up the ass
In far Afghanistan grow critical.
The Russian military cannot pass
Their tests. Those Russky orcs are terrible
At soldiering – whereas the wonderful
Ukrainians are trained by us to show
Respect for every gender and give skull
To every tranny officer they know.
It isn’t how you fight: it’s whom you blow!
Austin and Milley promulgate this rule—
For Pentagonians would have it so.
Wokeness is not a waste: it’s super cool!
Cisgendered males are nowadays old news.
That is why Putin’s men are sure to lose.

–Tom Riley

What They Fought For

What They Fought For

The Union boys at Gettysburg weren’t told
That they were backing global drag queen shows.
In such a cause they wouldn’t have enrolled.
Instead, they would have joined their Southern foes.
Even the Union generals, God knows,
Were not informed what victory would do.
But here at last we are. We reach new lows.
The tyrant Federals are trannies, too—
And they’re requiring such as me and you
To say that boys are girls, that girls are boys,
That all society must change on cue,
That switcheroos are what the Lord enjoys.
Thus, blue-clad Northern ghosts at last agree:
“We should have joined the Last of Heroes, Lee!”

–Tom Riley

Liberation

Liberation

Until the weirdest freaks are liberated,
The smiles of normal folk are all in vain.
That’s why tranquillity is cursed and hated
Until the weirdest freaks are liberated
From standards ill conceived and calibrated.
Oh, have a heart – and cease to have a brain!
Until the weirdest freaks are liberated,
The smiles of normal folk are all in vain.

–Tom Riley

Remarkable Journey of Frederick Wilson

The Remarkable Journey of Frederick Wilson

Frederick was abbreviated “Rick”
Instead of “Fred.” That truly was step one.
But, when in bathroom stall he first sucked dick,
Rick Wilson then advanced his course – a ton!
Yes, polishing another sort of gun
Affected him in ways that went real deep:
It was transformative, not simply fun.
Calling that thrill to mind, he couldn’t sleep.
Transition surgery is far from cheap.
The Lincoln Project, though, made money fast.
Rick sowed indeed, so now he gets to reap:
He’ll cease to be bald-headed, hairy-assed.
Instead, he’ll be George Conway’s little chickie.
Hey, world: be positive! Say hi to Rikki!

–Tom Riley

(This is the before picture. Rikki owns the copyright on all the after pictures.)

De Matribus Heroicis Federationis Russianae

De Matribus Heroicis Federationis Russianae

Putin’s rewarding moms for having kids.
Back here, we’re hot to change our children’s sex.
To loony boxes we have lost the lids.
Putin’s rewarding moms for having kids—
While perverts over here are making bids
On boys dressed up as girls. Clear disconnects:
Putin’s rewarding moms for having kids;
Back here, we’re hot to change our children’s sex.

–Tom Riley

New Papal Pastoral Priority

A New Papal Pastoral Priority

Of course this pope would opt to meet with trannies.
Did he wear lipstick, though, for the occasion?
Granddads who have remade themselves as grannies
Would be impressed – and that’s called moral suasion.
Of papal duties there is no evasion—
And preaching in support of such perversion
Is, much like slapping every little Asian,
A vital duty. Cast no dark aspersion!
Trannies and queers aren’t making an incursion!
Instead, they’re joyfully exemplifying
A bright new age of unrestrained immersion
In cool baptismal waters. Pope ain’t lying!
This meeting was both glorious and nice.
On fashion, too, the pope got great advice.

–Tom Riley

Rules-Based Order Crowd

The Rules-Based Order Crowd

The rules-based order which these pricks defend
Is such a load of shit, the smell would choke
A goat. As they quite visibly descend
Into a state inspired by meth or coke
Or both, their solemn speeches are a joke—
And all their threats as vain as tranny tits.
Touting their wealth, they’ll soon learn they are broke.
Touting their strength, they’ll soon prove helpless shits.
Right now it’s evident they’ve lost their wits.
Their spokesmouth, who was formerly a fool,
Is now a senile fool. He snorts, and spits,
And then insists he’s competent and cool.
How can such hopeless boneheads cast a spell?
Believe them and they’ll drag you down as well.

–Tom Riley

I Love a Girl in Uniform

I Love a Girl in Uniform

Lesbians used to find a happy place
In military life – but now it’s trannies.
That is a fact the dykes will have to face.
Now chicks with dicks will ogle female fannies.
Now former girls who’ve sacrificed their tits
Will be in charge, aloof, at renamed bases.
Don’t dare complain the brass have lost their wits!
The cards are dealt. You just don’t hold the aces.
Come over here with me. I saved a seat
For every one of you. I’m pouring whiskey.
You can have rocks – although I drink it neat.
Too much sobriety is also risky.
There might be more to do than drink and talk.
On the wild side, why don’t you take a walk?

–Tom Riley