And on and on and on and on and...
Gays like me spend all our time waging a vicious and unending war of aggression, mutilation and gang rape against a tiny and powerless group of people who just happen to be some of the richest and most powerful born-again Christians in the
Though the conference topic was a broad one, (The War on Christians and the Values Voter in 2006), time and again gays were singled out as the biggest danger to America today – in fact, one speaker said that gays had even ‘invented’ irony. You see this dodgy young minx pictured right here (above)? He's going to RUIN the God-fearing American Way of Life!... just as as soon as he's found some clothes to put on.
There is so much one could write about these dangerous chumps, but I will stick to my own briefly-stated theory. The Bush Presidency and all that it represents has been buoyed along by the gay-hating whirling dervish maniacs of the radical Christian Right, but it represents a political and religious movement reaching splinter point, coming near to its own well-deserved end, and nearing the point in time when it will collapse in on its own incoherencies. People like this continue to spout the same incoherent speeches which state the following:
Always it comes down to the gays, for reasons I may mention some other time. One quote from the article I linked to:
My theory in brief, and I'm open to being challenged: they're hysterical weirdos who jumped the shark a long time ago; people will get sick of their shit and down into oblivion they'll go; before they do head for oblivion, some of them will move from their vicious verbal assaults on gays to actual physical attacks (Almighty God's AIDS virus has proved strangely easy to overcome with modern medical science working at full tilt), which sadly, may be the first time many Americans realize what a bunch of hypocrites and wankers hang out in hotels Washington, D.C.
But please note again, it's all the fault of the gays like me -- we should never have let them have a break from the butt-raping! What were we thinking? I guess we were sidetracked by a Gucci sale or something shiny and pink. And remember, next time you see me, and I'm late for an appointment or out of breath? It's because it was my shift in the sex den, working over Phylis Schlafly, Tom Delay and Rick Santorum.
Oh dear, now I feel sick...
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