Arcadia Jane Berger

 Let's try announcing a big anti-trans conference, including a prominent notice that there will be restrooms organized to ensure the safety and privacy of "biological women and biological men" (use the TERFs' own made-up terms to help sell the impression that this is actually being organized by TERFs). Then when they get there, everyone gets a flyer announcing that the conference is carrying out a "complete simulation" of the proposed legislation they're sending to the state legislature. A copy of the model bill will be included, explaining it will make it a legal mandate that all public accommodations create a tiny single-seat restroom for every building. Accompanying text explains that "after all, "one should be sufficient. Even a modest restaurant should be able to pay the rent on a port-a-can, after all." That will make the TERFs positively giddy. Only when they are actually inside the conference facility do they learn that the port-a-...

 This is the only "a Priest, a Minister and a Rabbi..." story I actually enjoy telling, because it turns on actual aspects of Catholicism, Protestantism and Judaism, and because it provides me with opportunities to add in accent and dialect. A Catholic Priest, an Evangelical Minister and an Orthodox Rabbi were taking a break from a multifaith conference, refreshing themselves in a nearby forest. "It was in a forest much like this one," the Priest said, a trace of an Irish accent in his voice, "when I startled a very fierce bear who reared up taller than myself by about as much as my arm can reach, and raised his monstrous paws, with his claws extended quite terrifyingly. I knew at once I was beyond any Earthly hope, and only Divine aid could save me, so I fished out the vial of holy water I always carry around my neck and dashed it in his hairy face and cried, ' In nomine Pater, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti! ', and I give you my word as a man of the clo...