In the prison yard, we’re told, men who sexually abuse children are given special attention, and not the favorable kind.  In Euless, Texas, at a public school that bears the unlikely name Trinity, sexual abuse is a celebrated part of the program.

In late February, every major newspaper carried the story of Mack Beggs, a 17-year-old girl who thinks she’s a boy.  Rather than help her to seek counseling—and instead of protecting other students by warning them against the dangers of following suit by indulging delusional thought patterns—the school has validated and encouraged Mack’s psychological pathology.  So have her friends and family, including her legal guardian (her grandmother), as well as her mom and her stepdad.

The family is diverse, judging by their social-media posts.  Mom posts Bible verses, “Women for Trump” memes, pictures of food and her second wedding.  Like a typical American teenager, Mack regurgitates the left-wing propaganda she learns at school and on television—everyone’s racist, rainbow flags, f-this and f-that, female dress codes (no bra straps showing!) promote rape culture.  Nonetheless, mother and daughter agree on this: On the mat, Mack dominates.

Mack is a wrestler.  She has been involved in girls’ wrestling for years, from before she “identified as a boy.”  But now that her psychosis is affirmed by her community; Trinity; local, state, and federal law; the mainstream media; Hollywood; some of the Republican Party, including apparently Betsy DeVos; all of the Democratic Party; and an increasing number of churches, she is free to take hormone injections that poison her body and interrupt its natural functions—and, surprise, enhance her ability to dominate other girls on the wrestling mat.

Yes, “T therapy” is poison, a “harmful medicinal drink.”  No matter what the AMA or Chaz Bono says, ovaries are not malignant tumors or nonfunctioning islets of Langerhans.  Nor are ovaries perfectly healthy and therefore fine simply because a woman (or a girl’s legal guardian) decides they are.  Harming them with syringe-injected chemicals so that they no longer function according to design is no different from a quack surgeon severing the leg of a delusional man with “amputee identity disorder” (apotemnophilia, now more benignly referred to as “body integrity identity disorder”).  The medical community still allows itself to debate the ethics of elective leg mutilation, or the deliberate snuffing-out of normally functioning eyesight, but if you question the morality of aiding and abetting the delusions of the transgendered, you will be the one who receives a diagnosis, and it will end in -phobia.

This is because our modern libertine society cannot countenance any limitation on sex.  That includes both the biological reality (now falsely called “gender”) and the procreative act of marriage (now reduced to genital-based entertainment).  Such limitations, present from creation, suggest a duty to the Creator, and from time immemorial, traditional societies and their cultures have reflected, to varying degrees of fidelity and success, the preservation and promotion of such duty through traditions.  America and the West in general have been at war with those traditions for centuries now—at least since the utterance of the “tabula rasa.”  It has been the central mission of the liberal order to free man from nature and nature’s God by making marital fidelity and fecundity elective, and matrimony itself fungible.

Yet like Adam and Eve, we hide, because the reality of the created order can be ignored but cannot be denied.  Guilt can only be assuaged; its complete elimination, we still seem to recognize, is sociopathic.  We have no problem with the depiction of the bloodiest of murders and the raunchiest of sex—we give Oscars and Emmys to this.  But we still prefer not to depict the murder of children or incest in film and television, and we still prefer not to see the actual process of ritualized government-sponsored in utero baby dismemberment.

Yet when a girl is jacked up on testosterone and body slamming other girls, our moral fig leaves are ripped off.  For some reason, a number of parents of other competitors in the Texas state wrestling tournament for young ladies felt that putting their daughters up against a muscle-bound beneficiary of school-sanctioned doping was unfair, and withdrew their student athletes from the competition.  For some reason, when Mack pumped her fist in victory after winning the state championship, some members of the audience felt compelled to boo.

Chesterton said that insanity is a form of hyperrationality.  Within the closed system of nature-denying liberalism, it seemed reasonable for the aforementioned willing participants in ephebophilic sexual abuse to decry not their own wickedness but instead the state of Texas’s University Interscholastic League’s rule requiring high-school wrestlers to compete against members of the same sex, as identified on their birth certificates.  If only this girl would be afforded the opportunity to be held, taken down, and pinned by boys, all would be fair.

The question no one would dare ask is this: Should girls be wrestling to begin with?