A young woman who trusted the medical establishment with her future now bears the scars of its ideological zealotry. Claire Abernathy, subjected to a double mastectomy as a teenager, has written an unflinching open letter to the surgeon who performed it, declaring that he stole her girlhood and left her to live with the consequences.
Her damning indictment of a medical industry that rushed vulnerable children into irreversible procedures under the banner of “care” reveals the need for sanity.
Abernathy’s story begins in confusion and trauma. At just 14 years old, she was placed on testosterone after a fleeting consultation. Months later, she underwent the life-altering surgery. What should have been a time of innocent discovery and natural development became a conveyor belt of hormones and scalpels.
Today, she lives with a numb, scarred chest, nerve pain that zaps like constant reminders of betrayal, and the haunting realization that healthy parts of her body were amputated before she could even grasp the permanence.
In her letter, posted by Genspect, Abernathy addresses Dr. Alan Dulin directly and without deference. She refuses him the title of “doctor,” calling him instead a man who disfigured children for profit and ideology.
“You stole my girlhood. You killed the woman I was supposed to become,” she writes.
She describes watching grafted nipple tissue turn black and fall away, the disfiguring scars, and the daily agony that followed. These are not abstract regrets; they are the lived reality of experimental medicine imposed on minors.
Dulin, a plastic surgeon in the Dallas-Fort Worth area, performed high volumes of these procedures prior to Texas’s SB14 restrictions. Records placed his practice among top billers for pediatric transgender surgeries.
A 15-minute consultation preceded Abernathy’s mastectomy, between eighth and ninth grade. No deep exploration of underlying issues like trauma or mental health—just swift affirmation and surgery. This pattern echoes across the country, where ideology supplanted careful diagnostics and watchful waiting.
The broader “gender-affirming” enterprise has faced mounting scrutiny. European countries have pulled back on youth transitions after systematic reviews found weak evidence and significant risks. In the United States, lawsuits are proliferating.
Recent verdicts, including multimillion-dollar awards to detransitioners, signal that the house of cards is collapsing. Surgeons and clinics once celebrated for their “progressive” work now confront the human cost: sterilized young people, lifelong medical dependency, and profound regret.
Parents placed trust in experts who promised salvation through transition. Instead, many received a new trauma layered atop existing pain. Abernathy’s case highlights how social contagion, online influences, and institutional pressure funneled distressed girls—often those struggling with same-sex attraction, autism, or abuse—toward medicalization rather than therapy addressing root causes. The irony is stark: an industry claiming to fight “harm” inflicted profound, permanent harm while silencing dissenters as bigots.
This rush to intervene ignored basic biology and developmental reality. Puberty is not a disease to be blocked or surgically altered. It is the natural unfolding of God’s design for the human body—male and female, fearfully and wonderfully made. Young minds lack the maturity to consent to such mutilation, a truth now vindicated by growing numbers of detransitioners finding their voices.
Abernathy has testified before lawmakers and the FTC, naming those responsible. Her courage forces a reckoning. As more victims emerge, the medical establishment’s defense of these practices as “life-saving” rings hollow against the evidence of shattered lives. States restricting these interventions are not denying care but protecting children from predators wielding scalpels in service of delusion.
What does it profit a medical system to gain the approval of activists while losing the souls and bodies of the young? The Bible warns us of such false shepherds: “Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil” (Isaiah 5:20).
In the face of this cultural and medical deception, voices like Abernathy’s remind us that truth and protection of the innocent must prevail over fashionable lies.
Her letter is more than personal catharsis; it is a warning and a demand for justice. The whole world should know what happened in those operating rooms. Accountability for the surgeons, clinics, and ideologues who enabled this is not optional—it is essential to restoring trust in medicine and safeguarding the next generation.
The girlhood stolen from Claire Abernathy and others like her cannot be returned, but their testimony can prevent further theft.
Two Storms, One Harvest
Every food crisis in living memory has been a one-shock event. The 2008 price spike was a commodity bubble. The 2020 shortages were a logistics failure. The 2022 grain scare was a war on one exporter’s ports. Each time, the system bent, adjusted, and recovered, and each time the experts assured us afterward that global markets are simply too big and too diversified to fail.
What nobody in Washington seems eager to discuss is that 2026 is shaping up to be something the modern food system has never actually faced. Two independent shocks, one climatic and one geopolitical, are converging on the same harvest cycle at the same time. Not sequentially. Simultaneously.
Start with the weather. The Pacific Ocean is currently building toward what forecasters now openly call a record event. NOAA’s Climate Prediction Center puts the odds of at least a strong El Niño near 88 percent, with roughly two in three odds it reaches “very strong” status, the tier reserved for perhaps three or four events in the entire satellite era. Every major global model now projects a median peak in Super El Niño territory, and most of them project it exceeding the 2015-16 event, which until now held the modern record. Sea surface anomalies were already brushing the super threshold in mid-July, months before these events normally peak. The atmosphere has already shifted into El Niño mode, and the event is forecast to crest in late fall and early winter.
This is not about “climate change.” It’s about the standard cycles of weather, and the cycle we’re currently in is one that has likely devastated societies in the past. We’re better prepared as a society today, but not all Americans are equally prepared.
Serious households have started doing the quiet math on their own. Grocery bills tell part of the story, and the forecast maps tell the rest, which is why long-term food storage has moved from fringe hobby to mainstream line item in the family budget, with established suppliers like Heaven’s Harvest seeing demand from people who five years ago would have rolled their eyes at the idea. That instinct is not paranoia. It is pattern recognition, and the pattern is worth walking through carefully.
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The Fertilizer Clock Is Already Running
While the Pacific warms, the second shock has been unfolding in the Strait of Hormuz. The conflict with Iran turned the world’s most important energy chokepoint into a contested waterway, and the consequences reach far beyond the gas pump. Roughly a third of global fertilizer trade moves through Hormuz, and the disruption sent urea prices up 86 percent year over year by March, with a 53 percent jump in a single month.
The World Bank projects energy prices rising about 24 percent in 2026 and fertilizer about 31 percent. By its own accounting, fertilizer prices ran 35 percent higher in the first five months of this year than the same period last year.
Here is the mechanism the nightly news will not explain. Fertilizer is not a grocery item. It is a time-delayed input. The nitrogen a farmer in Iowa or Punjab could not afford to apply this spring does not show up as a problem this spring. It shows up as a thinner harvest six to twelve months later.
The World Bank’s own food security brief concedes that the effects of reduced applications earlier this season “are likely to become visible only later in harvest outcomes.” Translate that from institutional language into plain English and it means this. The damage is already done, it is already in the ground, and we are simply waiting for it to arrive on the shelf.
Now check the calendar. Six to twelve months from the spring planting season lands us squarely in late 2026 and early 2027. Which is precisely when the strongest El Niño in the instrumental record is forecast to peak, bringing its signature droughts to Southeast Asia, Australia, southern Africa, northern Brazil, and South Asia, the very regions that grow the world’s rice, sugar, and oilseeds.
The World Bank warns openly that a strong El Niño “could disrupt multiple crop belts simultaneously” on top of the conflict-driven input costs. Their baseline projection assumes the Middle East disruptions ease by autumn. What in the last two years of Middle East history suggests that assumption is safe?
The System Has No Slack Left
The comfortable answer is that global markets always adjust. But adjustment requires slack, and the slack is gone. Global cereal production is expected to decline from last year’s records even before El Niño does its work. The UN World Food Programme, hardly a den of right-wing preppers, is calling this the most significant disruption to its supply chains since Covid and the invasion of Ukraine, and its supply chain director put the stakes bluntly.
Today’s supply chain challenges are tomorrow’s hunger crisis.
There is also a political dimension that markets cannot price. When food gets scarce, governments do not behave like economists. They behave like politicians. Export bans, hoarding mandates, and panic buying at the national level turned the modest rice shortfall of 2008 into a global crisis, and analysts are already warning that import-dependent nations are the first dominoes.
The 2015-16 Super El Niño, a far weaker event than what is now forecast, threw tens of millions into food stress across Africa and Asia. This one is projected to be stronger, and it arrives with fertilizer already rationed by price and shipping lanes already contested by missiles.
What Joseph Knew
Scripture does not treat preparation for lean years as faithlessness. It treats it as wisdom delivered in advance to those willing to act on it.
Behold, there come seven years of great plenty throughout all the land of Egypt: And there shall arise after them seven years of famine; and all the plenty shall be forgotten in the land of Egypt.
Joseph did not respond to that warning with a hashtag or a committee. He stored grain during the years of abundance, and when the famine came, Egypt stood while its neighbors begged. The lesson is not that famine is certain. It is that the time to prepare is precisely when preparation still looks optional.
Nobody who filled a pantry in a year of plenty has ever regretted it, and nobody standing in an empty aisle has ever been glad he waited for certainty.
None of this calls for panic, and panic is the enemy of sound judgment anyway. It calls for the same unglamorous prudence our grandparents considered ordinary. Keep some cash margin, know your local growers, and put real food in deep storage while it is cheap and available, because the entire arc of this story is that cheap and available is a closing window.
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