Derp Roundup: Your Weekly Voyage To The Bottom Of The Sleaze
The owners of Lobo's were apparently wasting a lot of money on gay novels and works of gay history, when all the real money was in pornography. But the money spent on books wasn't wasted. It was used to purchase a commodity that is more precious than gold to the gay rights establishment. Respectability. Respectability and the appearance of normalcy. Without that investment, we would not now be engaged in a serious debate about the legalization of same-sex "marriage." By the time I lived in Austin, I had been thinking of myself as a gay man for almost 20 years. Based on the experience acquired during those years, I recognized in Lobo's a metaphor for the strategy used to sell gay rights to the American people, and for the sordid reality that strategy concealed.
And then he presents his careful explication of his metaphor: Straight people who look at the gay rights movement only support it because they can't see all the icky assfucking going on, because "It does not occur to them that they are seeing a carefully stage-managed effort to manipulate them, to distract them from a truth they would never condone." And for people thinking of becoming gay -- or as Lee puts it, "those who are tempted to engage in homosexual acts" -- the outward trappings of gay life, the politicking, the talk of "gay culture," the exquisitely restored antique furniture and all that, is a comforting fiction, but pretty soon, they'll end up in the porn section:
And, gentle reader, that is where most of them will spend the rest of their lives, until God or AIDS, drugs or alcohol, suicide or a lonely old age, intervenes.
After all, since Ronald G. Lee knows that God hates promiscuity and all gay sexing is promiscuous, there really are no such things as happy gay people or committed gay relationships, QED. And why would you want people like that to have the right to marry? And he goes on and on for over 7500 words about it. But now (or at least in 2008, when this thing was first published) he's happily not having sex with his best friend, a fellow chaste homosexual:
My best friend Mark (not his real name) is, like me, a refugee from the homosexual insane asylum. He is also a devout believer, though a Presbyterian (no one is perfect). From Mark I have learned that two men can love each other profoundly while remaining clothed the entire time.
We are told that the Church opposes same-sex love. Not true. The Church opposes homogenital sex, which in my experience is not about love, but about obsession, addiction, and compensation for a compromised masculinity.
Gosh, doesn't he sound happy and fulfilled now?
"can't have it both ways. Are women "hear me roar" Amazons, or are they fragile flowers who must be protected from "sexual harassment," encouraged to level the charge at the drop of the hat?"
Having thus put that bitch Helen Reddy in her place, the Washington Times then presumably asked why young people can't just listen to some nice music for a change.
You see the problem, right? Stamps that name "Hannukah" and "Kwanzaa" (which is not a thing that even exists in the real world),* but the word "Christmas" has been completely banned, by order of the U.S. Government. Of course, the USPS actually does sell religious-oriented stamps with the word "Christmas" on them -- several different designs, in fact -- but they are not in this particular ad, which means Barack Obama is Killing Jesus again, just like he did at Gettysburg.
*and also isn't a religious holiday anyway...
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