They’re called private parts for a reason. No one should see them or know what you do with them.

Not so during “Pride Month” — or any of the other liturgical days on the LGBTQ++ad+nauseam calendar, for that matter. June is when everyone in the nation is supposed to focus on what a small minority of mentally ill people do with their genitals.

I’m sorry to be so crass, but I’m just calling a spade a spade. If that much offended you, best bow out before reading anymore. And certainly don’t watch any pride parades. Best not to do that in any case.

When you strip away all the high-minded garbage about diversity, equity, and inclusion, about “seeing” people and making them feel accepted, about how “love wins,” about making some kind of “identity” out of behavior, it’s all about focusing on the private parts of a small percentage of the population. The irony is that virtually none of the focus on reproductive organs has anything to do with reproduction.

You’re a man who likes to put your what in the other guy’s what? Let’s celebrate you. You’re a woman who will let anyone and everyone in on the fun, er, down there? Let’s affirm you. You’re a dude who has a fetish about tucking your package while dressing like a woman? Let’s make sure you feel welcome in the ladies’ room.

You’re a kid who’s confused and tormented? Let’s give you some hormones or lop off healthy body parts.

Let me correct that last one by saying that it is the adults in the lives of those kids who are the real villains. (See the sad and very public story of Jazz Jennings for reference.) The parents, counselors, and medical professionals who want to sexually exploit and experiment on children are among the worst people on the planet.

Because they are obsessed with the private parts of children, and they won’t rest until everyone is as obsessed with prepubescent genitals as they are.

Again, I apologize for being coarse, but we all need to understand what the leftists peddling this sick cult are really doing. To people who would cause a little one to sin, Jesus said, “It would be better for him if a millstone were hung around his neck and he were cast into the sea.” He didn’t take this lightly, either.

Joe “The Good Catholic” Biden is one of the worst offenders, but the Rainbow Mafia demands fealty from the highest corporate officers to the lowest retail employees, from sports leagues to the various departments of the federal government.

“To the entire LGBTQI+ community — especially young trans Americans — know that your president and my entire Administration have your back,” Biden’s handlers said on X. “We see you for who you are: made in the image of God and deserving of dignity, respect, and support.”

First, Biden is focused on the genitals of young Americans, as he demonstrated in this and other posts and remarks. He has a history of creepy behavior, of course, so perhaps that’s not surprising. Second, Biden is making the practically blasphemous claim that the “image of God” means changing your biological makeup. God created male and female. It’s right there in the book of Genesis. The image of God doesn’t require surgical mutilation.

God created order. Anything else is disordered and needs redemption, not affirmation or celebration.

Last year, Biden featured the garish transgender flag and a dude flashing his prosthetic breasts at the White House. What’s on tap this year? Biden or his surrogates will appear at more than 200 pride events this month. At one of them, First Lady Jill Biden told a Pittsburgh crowd, “This community is under attack.” How so? Because some of us don’t accept what everyone does with their sexual organs?

Pride Month is flamboyantly celebrated everywhere you look. The U.S. Department of Defense and even the Navy SEALs are less focused on fighting and winning wars than they are on a minority’s private parts. The federal judiciary should be concerned with the Rule of Law, not cultish submission to the Rainbow Mafia.

Local governments should focus on public safety, not defacing an intersection by painting a rainbow on it and then manhunting the driver who did donuts to make tire marks all over that rainbow. Don’t obsess over crotches, and that won’t happen.

The National Weather Service took a brief break from the climate cult to bow to the gender one.

Major League Baseball, which doesn’t have a single player who’s come out as LGBTQ, is busy celebrating what guys do with another kind of balls. NASCAR also got racy in the wrong way.

I mentioned children earlier. Well, children’s entertainers like Sesame Street and Ms. Rachel — programs that are targeted at very young kids — added their voices to the cacophony of people proclaiming pride in the aberrant use of private parts. “To those who are going to comment [that] they can’t watch this show anymore because of this support, no worries and much love your way,” a dismissive Ms. Rachel said. She wants you to boycott her propaganda. Please oblige.

Sometimes, you just want to buy groceries or a cup of coffee, not be assaulted with the visual reminder that some people are obsessed with their nether regions. If that describes you, they call you “homophobes” or “transphobes,” as if being normal and wanting normalcy is a “phobia.”

Modesty is a virtue. Pride is not, and maybe we shouldn’t celebrate it. Maybe we should help people who need it instead of accommodating this kind of sick obsession. And maybe — stay with me here — keep your private parts private.

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