GO FUCK YOURSELF
The following is not about rational discourse. It is about anger.
I am upset that religious zealots are seeking to control my life. I am
sharing the depths of my frustration and rage at being a 2nd class
citizen.
To the Proponents of Proposition 81,
You motherfuckers are pretty proud of yourselves, aren't you?
You beat up on the only minority it is still fashionable to hate. You
were united by the hatred of a common enemy, and you won. Your hatred
of us outshined our hatred of you, and we lost.
{Don't try to kid me with that "Love the sinner, hate the fact that he likes it in the
butt" nonsense, because I had a big breakfast this morning and I
don't want to vomit. You hate us. And we hate you. Because you are
all smug little assholes.}
A Dramatization
Happy, social responsible fags: Yay, we just got married!
Opressive Mouth-breather: STOP BEING HAPPY IT IS DESTROYING MY MARRIAGE.
Fag 1: Lady, what are you doing in our house? Terry, call the police, I think she is lost.
Oppressive mouth-breather: I wish to make my opinion known about your personal relationship!
Fag2: How is it any of your business?
OMB: I am the MAJORITY. Everything is my Business. I am tired of
being forced to acknowledge to my children that we don't ground you
people up as dog food. I resent that you won't ever accidentally get
pregnant. I want to make sure that the children I sired, which we
drive around in a yellow Humvee
{because fuck all of you, if there is an accident I want my family to be just fine while yours is crushed to death}
can continue to be the worthless, stupid jizz-stains their father and I have hoped for.
Fag1: How does our being happy and loving one another cause your family any harm?
OMB: IT JUST DOES!!! ALLOW ME TO MAKE UP STUPID EXCUSES FOR MY OWN BIGOTRY!!!
18,000 Marriages have been performed so far in
California. You let those people rent tuxedos, pay for
licenses, print invitations, and now you are telling them "sorry, a
bunch of people you've never met have decided that you are nasty
perverts and they don't like it, so knock it off you silly
queers".
I wish that your children would all I cannot bring myself to wish you anything too drastic, but here are my hopes for you:
- I hope you never win the lottery, not even a 1$ scratch off.
- I hope if you ever visit the Louvre, the Mona Lisa will be out for cleaning
- I hope your favorite cartoon, which is probably Family Circus, goes out of print
- I hope your next cake gives people diarrhea.
- I hope the prostitute you cheat on your wife with takes your wallet.
- I hope your letter openers all go dull after only a few uses.
- I hope you develop an agnosia that doesn't allow you to distinguish
your ass from a hole in the ground, not that that would change much.
- I hope you never get a good parking spot.
- I hope every bag of cornnuts you open is glued too tightly, so you accidently send little nutlets flying when you open it.
I hope that before you die that you see the depths of your own hatred.
*Proposition 8 was a ballot initiative that eliminated the rights of homosexual couples in California to marry.