Mr. Richard Martineau: When the male accused calls himself “female accused” [“Quand l’accusé se dit “accusée”]

Merci/Thank you, Mr. Richard Martineau, for your column in the Journal de Montréal (https://shorturl.at/vZcOM) about the shocking triple murder of Ms. Synthia Bussieres and of her sons. May their souls rest in peace…

Below, and with the assistance of Mr. Google Translate, you can find a quick translation of Mr. Martineau’s article:

When the male accused calls himself “female accused”

I have a problem with self-identification…

Did you follow the trial of Mohamad Al Ballouz who is accused of killing his wife and two children?

All it took was for the accused to get up one day and identify himself as a woman for everyone, including the judge, the clerk and journalists, to refer to him as “she”.

Well, from today onwards, I would like that whenever there is mention of me in the newspapers, you would write “Richard Martineau the Africain”.

Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

On other days, it would be “Richard Martineau, King of Babylon.”

Because that’s how I feel now.

Respect my feelings, please.

WITH NO POPEYE

I’m not an expert of gender dysphoria, but it seems to me that there’s quite a difference between an individual who takes hormonal treatment and goes under the scalpel and an individual who gets up one morning and says, “Okay, that’s it, I changed gender!”

The first is a lot more serious, let’s say.

He thought about his business.

He even went so far as to sacrifice parts of his body to achieve his dream and feel good about himself.

The other just changed his hat.

Call a man who has undergone sex reassignment surgery “she”, no problem, I can live with that.

The guy had his balls removed! And the Popeye! He had breasts inserted!

You have to be determined!

Sure of your business!

But a man who just puts a wig on his head?

To be able to serve her sentence in a women’s penitentiary, where detention conditions are less harsh?

Please.

Ultimately, I would say that it is a lack of respect for people who have really changed their sex.

It’s not because you decide to walk on your knees that people will say that you suffer from dwarfism.

Do you want to be called a swimmer?

Well, start by jumping into the pool.

If you can’t do that, sorry, you can walk around in Speedos all day, I won’t get on your trip.

CALL ME LISE

This concept of self-identification is one of the most ridiculous things I have heard in my life.

In 20 years, when we will talk about this time when hyper-serious people called a 6-foot-5 bearded guy equipped to stay up late “ma’am,” we’re going to wonder if there wasn’t LSD in our water reserves.

So, “woman” now is just a noun, right?

Doesn’t that mean anything anymore?

I just have to say: “I am a woman” for the authorities to change my status on all my official papers?

Can I do this with my race?

My age?

In my head I feel like a 45 year old man, could you change my date of birth on my passport, please?

Even to change religion, you have to take courses for months and prove that you are “sincere” in your approach!

What strange times!”