The sad tale of LCDR Fitz-something illustrates the essential paradox of the Democrat Underground. You are what you
feel you are, not what you
really are- just so long as what you
feel you are is something they support.
If he (assuming the real-life person at the keyboard is male)
feels like a female, then he is one.
If he
feels like an award winning journo and veteran of the Sinaloa Donkey Wars, then he is one.
If he
feels like a lesbian cat, then he is one.
If he
feels like a wizard with magic powers, then he is one.
And, if he
feels like a 29 year veteran Coast Guard O-4***, who is set for promotion to O-5*** with command of his own boat, who killed a drug smuggler twenty five years ago and has been wracked with guilt ever since, while married to Morgan Fairchild - then he is one.
No matter what.
Unless he
feels like a self-sufficient straight male who believes in the sovereignty of the individual, personal freedom, personal responsibility, and small, constitutionally limited government- in which case they would point and screech like Donald Sutherland in
Invasion of the Body Snatchers.
"Troll!" ***Edited to correct pay grades. Sorry, puddle pirates!