Yes friends, I’m afraid we’re going to have to talk about Gay Marriage again ! I thought I’d pretty well said my peace about the subject only a few weeks ago. But the head of the World’s Largest Pedophile Cult has issued his latest threat to same-sex loving citizens the world over, and closer to home the Unelected Fraud has been bleating, the better to please his Fundie Faithful. This in turn has inspired the “Newspaper of Record” to editorialize in a style that might best be described Abe Rosenthal Lite.
And there’s nothing that makes a taxpaying citizen more “welcome” than to be called an alien in his/her own country.
“Inclusiveness” being as meaningful a term as “Iranian Moderates” was in the Reagan era.
No Shit, Sherlock.
Apparently the Times feels Dubbya’s failure to invoke beastiality constitutes “care.”
We’re shit and he said so. The Times’ insistence that something other transpired is at best delusional. I shall leave you to guess the worst.
Actually he could have been a tiny bit braver and called for gays and lesbians to get the death penalty. It would have made a lot more sense in context.
And there is a fast-growing recognition, by the Heterosexual Dictatorship, that its power has been not just challenged, but seriously eroded. Therefore a line in the sand must be drawn: “Yes you can have hit TV shows, but WE still reserve the ability to say just how far you can go with winning our acceptance”
But of course he — and those who pull the strings on this grotesque puppet — won’t do anything of the sort. As anyone who seriously follows American politics knows, the “States Rights” Three-Card Monte game is a tired old con. Moreover, NOTHING is this culture is about “rights” It’s all about power — how it’s asserted, and how it’s challenged.
Meanwhile The Creature From the Blog Lagoon has little to flex his glutes about these days (save the delightful weather in P-Town) In defiance of sense, logic and Groucho Marx he persists in fealty to Two (Count ‘em) clubs that won’t have him for a member.
He is quite right, however, to declare that the push for Gay Marriage is Conservative in nature. While in practical terms it’s a simple contract, in cultural ones it marks a line of demarcation between those who “are” and those who “aren’t.”
Consequently it has nothing to do with gay and lesbian life as it’s been actually lived (and in some realms quite accurately described.), about which the Creature is deeply fearful — even as he slips on his latest leather harness. As you might expect I’ll have much to say in future blog entries about actual gay life as opposed to the paltry fantasies of the “mainstream” media’s much-treasured condom-free health menace.
The title of today’s blog is my favorite line in the entire history of the cinema. It’s from Sunday Bloody Sunday , a film written by Penelope Gilliat and directed by John Schlesinger — a great gay artist whose recent passing I deeply mourn.