Welcome to the era of “gender seasonality,” where common sense, science, and basic biology are tossed out the window in favor of a new dogma, one that insists you can change your gender as easily as you change your shoes.

For the uninitiated, “gender seasonality,” the latest installment of gender confusion, is the latest craze among the intellectually vacant, a trend that claims your gender is as malleable as putty, shifting from day to day, season to season.

I ran across this headline posted on social media, and as much as I follow the news, and as little as what surprises me in this climate, this one was a new one even for me.

Imagine that—a biological reality as eternal as the sunrise is now up for daily negotiation. It’s as if a collective psychosis has gripped a segment of our society, deluding them into believing that reality itself is as fluid as their imagination.

The danger here isn’t just that these delusions are being entertained in some backwater corner of the internet. No, these ideas are being institutionalized, codified into laws, and preached as gospel in our public schools. And if you think the gender fluidity movement is wild, wait until you see what’s next on the horizon if Kamala Harris and her cronies on the left take full control.

The left, after all, has turned gender fluidity into one of its many grotesque social experiments—another brick in their grand utopian project where confusion reigns supreme, and truth is a relic of the past.

Kamala Harris, the heir to Biden’s throne if the Democratic machine has its way this November, is a darling of the left precisely because she embodies their brand of “leadership”—a mix of smug self-righteousness, unapologetic incompetence, and a relentless drive to push every insane agenda imaginable. Harris, who once claimed that “equity” was the goal above all else, is perfectly positioned to amplify the chaos that the left is sowing across this nation.

If you thought we were in trouble now, just wait until this crazy queer theory movement—this anti-science, anti-God, and anti-reality crusade—gains even more ground under her watch.

The left has long been engaged in a series of reckless social experiments, with our children as the unwitting guinea pigs. Remember when schools were places where kids learned to read, write, and do basic math? How quaint. Today, public schools have become indoctrination centers where children are taught that gender is nothing more than a social construct, where boys can be girls, girls can be boys, and anything in between or outside that is perfectly normal—nah, celebrated.

It’s a topsy-turvy world they’re creating, where the basic human realities are disregarded and an instinctual understanding of human biology is up for grabs. And they want Kamala Harris at the helm to ensure that this madness is institutionalized, protected, and proliferated.

Do you really want to live in a world where your child comes home from school confused about their own identity, all because some leftist teacher told them that gender is like a favorite color—it can change whenever you feel like it?

This is the unfortunate reality we’re facing. It’s not just a few fringe activists pushing this nonsense—it’s being baked into the curriculum, with the blessing of Democratic leaders and progressive activists who see these children not as future adults who need guidance, but as pawns in their social engineering experiments.

Make no mistake, a vote for Kamala Harris is a vote for more chaos and confusion. It’s a vote for a future where reality becomes so blurred that it ceases to exist altogether. Under Harris, the foolish will become the normal, and the bizarre will be the standard.

The left’s obsession with gender fluidity is just the beginning of their broader agenda to dismantle every last vestige of truth, logic, and order in this country.

What kind of society will we become if this lunacy continues unchecked? A society where up is down, and black is white—where a man can wake up one day and decide he’s a woman because the weather’s warm, and the world will applaud him for his “bravery.” Do we really want to entrust the future of our nation to someone who would encourage this chaos?

Kamala Harris has shown us exactly who she is. She’s the politician who will nod along with the drivel of the left, guaranteeing that their radical ideas take root in every corner of society. Her administration will be a breeding ground for more of the same gender confusion that’s already corrupting the minds of our youth.

And let’s not pretend that this is where it ends. The left’s appetite for destruction is insatiable. Today it’s gender fluidity, tomorrow it’s who knows what? Maybe they’ll tell us that age is just a number, and 40-year-olds can identify as teenagers. Or perhaps they’ll decide that species is a social construct too, and it’s perfectly reasonable for someone to identify as a cat. With the left, there’s no bottom to the rabbit hole.

We’ve seen the left’s agenda play out in real-time. We’ve watched as their social experiments have torn apart the very fabric of our society, leaving a trail of broken families, confused children, and chaos in their wake. And now, they want to double down. They want Kamala in the White House, overseeing the continued unraveling of our nation.

If Harris is elected, brace yourself for a future where the ridiculous becomes policy, where confusion is celebrated, and where the left’s anti-God, anti-science, and anti-reality agenda is the law of the land. They’ve already shown us their hand, and we should most definitely take them at their word. A vote for Kamala Harris is a vote for more of this—more chaos, more confusion, more gender madness.

Are you ready for that? Are you ready for a world where truth is whatever the left says it is, where reality bends to the sexual impulses of the mob, and where the future of this nation is sacrificed on the altar of political correctness?

If not, it’s time to wake up and reject the madness before it’s too late. Because if Kamala Harris is elected, you’d better get your summerself, or your fallself, or your-whatever-season-it-is-self, ready for more of this—much, much more.