A Nice Respectible Quiet Library's Notice-Board

How does it come about where a nice respectible quiet library in a little coastal town feels compelled to have posters up on their notice-boards of Trans Task Force activities? Please wake me up somebody. I have stumbled into a hallucengenic hades I can't get out of, or the real world has become so strange a Salvadore Dali painting would seem like a mega-dose of mundane reality. How have we come down such a road which can only lead to the abyss? Were there no signs? No priests or ministers of the Gospel waving their arms for our vehicles to stop? Was there no one who could deduce a terrible danger in the twisting of the word "Discrimination"?