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What would you do if you took your child to a place of amusment, entered the women's bathroom with your daughter, and saw a person whom you weren't totally sure was a female? How would you react, and how would it make you a feel?
An aquaintance recently approached Bobby wanting to know how to deal with a situation in which a customer had recently had a sex change operation. At first the person used a private restroom in the building, but then began using the women's bathroom. Other customers are very uncomfortable and have complained. He wanted to know if he would be guilty of discrimination for telling him to steer clear of the women's bathroom.
Personally, I think if "it" refuses to wear a wig and dress like a woman, then there should be no question about which restroom to use. And I would most certainly be complaining if someone who appeared to be a man was in the same restroom as me.
The saddest thing of all, is that if Obama gets his way, Christian business owners will have no choice but to allow such practices to happen. Should a homosexual apply for a job, they couldn't not hire him or her based on the immorality. It will be interesting to see whether or not our Constitutional right that prohibits government from stopping us exercising our religious faith will be enforced or if it will be squashed like a bug.
I never dreamed in my lifetime we would be faced with such situations and dilemmas, but they are occurring more every day. Some days I feel like digging in my heels and fighting. Other days I long for a cave in the mountains where I can live out my days alone. Unfortunately for me I'm not much of an outdoorsman.

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