You want a magic doctor. That doesn't exist. It isn't that complicated. The person is being faced with reality and trying so hard to keep the blinders on.

It’s like someone who has wildly uncontrolled diabetes shopping around for a doctor that will tell them it’s fine for them to be two-fisting Ben & Jerry’s with a side of M&M’s and washing it all down with Coca-Cola.

The doctor that tells you that will be explaining that advice in the coroner’s court inquest into your death, and then again in front of his licensing board.

No one wants to be told that they’re living in cloud cuckoo land, but damn these troons and especially the troonettes are off with the fucking fairies.

I think we should stop calling what the troonettes have “social contagion” and start calling “socially contagious psychosis”.