Monday, April 06, 2026

What Gets Me Is...

... Is that she persecuted us!

I wrote about not criticized or comment on what the Noems' do in private but rather the unending attacks on the trans community.
New Yorker - Intellenger
By Margaret Hartmann,\


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So perhaps it’s no surprise that few people are expressing sympathy for Kristi Noem after the Daily Mail revealed that her husband, Bryon Noem, is “a secret crossdresser who dons gigantic fake breasts and pink hotpants to chat with online fetish models”:

[...]

Normally, you’d expect some public condemnation of the person whose secret online kink endangered their spouse’s career and maybe even national security. Especially if said spouse was shocked and “devastated” by this behavior. But incredibly, people actually feel sorry for Bryon Noem. And we’re not just talking about coastal elites who totally reject traditional family values (in the MAGA imagination, at least). The New York Times checked in with the Noems’ neighbors back in South Dakota and found that even in this very red state, no one had an unkind word for Bryon Noem.
I also feel sorry for her husband but not for her!

While governor she passed: Gender-Affirming Healthcare Ban, Transgender Athlete Bans, Bathroom and Legal Restrictions!
Regardless of what you think of Kristi Noem’s politics – or the job Trump hired her to do – this shouldn’t take away from a notable career.
Ingrid Jacques
USA TODAY
April 2, 2026


This may be an unpopular opinion, but I don’t care: I feel bad for Kristi Noem. And her husband. 

The recently fired Homeland Security secretary was already having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad month. 

Then this Daily Mail headline broke the internet ‒ “Secret double life of Kristi Noem’s cross-dressing husband Bryon: The pouting ‘busty bimbo’ photos and trove of explicit messages”

I would have assumed it was an April Fools’ joke, but it was posted on March 31, and the family has not denied its veracity.
Nope! How many trans children have been hurt and the pain and suffering will last a lifetime... all for votes while they had their fun and games!


That couldn’t be him, could it?

The cartoonishly large breasts. The pink spandex. The come-hither stare.

“Must be AI,” a burly cattle rancher named Kevin Ruesink said as he inspected pictures of his neighbor Bryon Noem that had been published by The Daily Mail on Tuesday morning. The rancher farmer was playing pinochle in the back of a convenience store with five other men in the tiny town of Castlewood, South Dakota, not far from the Noem family farm.

These men all knew Bryon Noem as the nice, tall insurance salesperson who married Kristi Arnold, the town beauty queen who grew up to be governor. But now there were these pictures.

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In interviews with locals and friends of the couple before and after The Daily Mail published its pictures, the prevailing sense that emerged was this: People can’t help feeling sorry for Bryon Noem.

His marriage had been the talk of the prairie since long before Tuesday.

Castlewood is part of a larger community with Watertown, a more sizable town about a 15-minute drive north. Many who live in these parts have known the Noems since they were high school sweethearts who got engaged on the Fourth of July in 1991, when Bryon proposed while they watched fireworks from aboard his Grandpa Mitchell’s boat out on Lake Kampeska. A lot of people here say they remember her when she was still Kristi Arnold, working in her mother’s coffee shop in Watertown. (It was called Past Times.) People still refer to Kristi Noem (often sarcastically) as “the Snow Queen,” after the state pageant she won when she was young.
While the Noem administration championed "traditional family values" and passed restrictive laws targeting transgender people's clothing and medical choices, her own husband was privately engaging in gender-bending and cross-dressing fetishes. Like I have said, I have not problems with what was done in private but attacking the community while hiding this in the closet is wrong! 

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