The 20mm Deadbolt and the Hallucinating Emperor
Twenty years of medical neglect, sixteen days of catheter hell, and the institutional gaslighting of the biological truth
It is 1:00 PM. I am about to smoke a bowl and crawl into a bed that, for the first time since this ordeal began, does not feature a plastic bag of my own piss tethered to my leg like a morbid ball-and-chain.
But before I drift off into a “wireless” sleep, I need to talk about the Industrial-Scale Gaslighting of the modern world.
Whether it’s your local urologist or the UK Supreme Court, the people in charge are currently wagging their “truth” in our faces, and it’s smelling an awful lot like a hallucination.
The 20-Year Protection Racket
For two decades, I have been a “valued customer” of the Urology Industrial Complex. I have played the part of the “Stone Warrior,” battling a 20mm monster that felt like someone had shoved a jagged piece of the Berlin Wall into my plumbing. I’ve seen the specialists, I’ve endured the scans, and I’ve paid the bills.
And here is the kicker: In twenty years of consultations, not a single “expert” ever said, “Hey, maybe change your diet?”
They were perfectly happy to watch the stone grow. They were content to let the “deadbolt” lock my pipes.
Why? Because there’s no money in a four-liter lime seltzer habit. There’s a lot of money in a 20mm kidney stone emergency. They treated my body like a subscription service, waiting for the “renewal fee” that comes with a laser drill and a hospital gown.
They ignored the industrial reality of my biology until it nearly killed me.
December 17th: When the War Went Kinetic
On December 17th, the “protection racket” hit the wall. The stone didn’t just hurt; it staged a coup. At 2 AM, I wasn’t just a patient; I was a man in an existential crisis.
If you’ve never experienced the “Ketamine Ceiling,” consider yourself blessed. It is the point where the pain is so absolute that the nurses have to chemically disconnect your soul from your body just so they can work on the plumbing. I spent the next sixteen days in “Catheter Hell,” tethered to a “night bucket,” navigating the world with a plastic tube shoved up the very pipe that the “Beth” Uptons of the world claim is a “social construct.”
I met the “Rodeo Queen”—a nurse who didn’t care about my “gender identity.” She cared about the industrial reality of my prostatic urethra. She used skill, science, and an unflinching acknowledgment of my male anatomy to keep me from exploding. There was no “hallucination” in that hospital room—only the hard, jagged truth of biology and the competence required to fix it.
The Emperor’s New Anatomy
This medical silence is a perfect mirror for the “Google Archipelago” of gender ideology. While I was battling the reality of a male system, a nurse named Sandie Peggie was battling the “hallucinated” reality of a doctor named “Beth” Upton.
Sandie, a 30-year veteran nurse, saw “Beth” (a 6-foot biological male with a receding hairline) undressing in a female-only changing room. For the crime of noticing the anatomy, she was suspended for 18 months. The institutions are acting just like my urologists—ignoring the blatant truth to protect their own systems:
* The Supreme Court Spoke: In April 2025, the UK Supreme Court ruled unanimously that “sex” means biological sex. The law says “Beth” is a man.
* The Institutions Ignored It: NHS Fife spent £220,000 defending “Beth’s” right to be there, while dragging a veteran nurse through purgatory.
* The “Hallucinating” Judges: Just last month, the judge in the Peggie case had to issue a Certificate of Correction for 12 major errors. The judge literally “hallucinated” legal quotes to protect the Emperor.
The Darlington Victory: Turning the Stone to Dust
But the “Stone Warriors” are starting to win. On January 16, 2026, eight nurses in Darlington won a landmark victory. The tribunal ruled that forcing them to share a room with a biological male “violated their dignity” and created a “hostile environment.”
The Trust told those nurses they needed to be “educated” to “broaden their mindsets.”
Translation: “Stop believing your eyes and start believing our ideology.”
The court finally did what my surgeon did on December January 2nd: it turned the obstruction into dust. The tribunal confirmed that the hospital’s policy was unlawful and breached health and safety regulations.
“Sorry, You’re a Man”
The “Beths” of the world are currently demanding apologies for the “trauma” of being recognized as men. They want a confession for a crime that doesn’t exist.
My response? “Sorry, you’re a man.”
It isn’t an insult; it’s a medical, legal, and biological fact. It’s the same fact that dictated my surgery and the same fact that the Supreme Court has upheld. Whether it’s a 20mm stone or a 6-foot doctor in a bra, you can’t “identify” your way out of the plumbing.
The experts and the bureaucrats have spent twenty years trying to convince us that the “bag” they are spooning us isn’t full of what we think it is. They want us to ignore the diet that causes the stones and the biology that defines the spaces.
But the “Champ Flow” is back. The blockage has cleared. And as for the Emperor? We can all see exactly what he’s wagging.