December 11, 2008

Why Haven’t They Locked Sally Kern and Her Husband in a Cage Yet?

“We have to get rid of that and start curing those sinners. It’s past time that this nation stopped placating sin and start putting them in education programs. Courts can force drug offenders into treatment centers and violent people into anger management. There’s no reason our courts can’t do that with homos.”

And they call us Nazis?

That’s Crazy Sally’s husband, “Pastor” Steve Kern, who wants to be governor of Oklahoma. G-A-Y has all.

Y’know, folks, I was just saying to my lovely wife (on our lovely day off Wednesday) how the radical religionists — now completely and utterly out of control — are illustrating one of my favorite parts of Sun Tzu’s The Art of War — the part that says you should never surround your enemy completely, but always leave them an outlet. Or, if you like, you can think of a coyote — not too dangerous for a wild, meat-eating animal; coyotes really don’t want to challenge anything bigger than themselves (like you), but if you back one into a corner with no way out, some part of your anatomy is likely to become dinner.

I’ve been thinking about, and quoting, Sun Tzu a lot these part few months, only with us gay folks as the coyote — and rather relishing how taken aback the radical religionists have been since we finally charged forward and bit back. They pushed and pushed, and backed us further and further into a corner, and left us no outlet, and now they’re crying like bullies who think the coyote is a bad, bad dog for biting — without admitting that they’d been beating the poor animal with a stick every day.

Today, ‘though, I was thinking how the anti-gay brigades have turned themselves into the coyote. Having realized some time ago that there was no way they were going to get a Republican in the White House, we were their outlet. As usual, they beat us mercilessly (and I don’t mean “beat” as in “won an election”; I mean “beat” as in “told every lie, and pulled every rotten trick in the book to get their way”). You’d think they’d still be gloating about their glorious victory over — no, make that murder of — civil rights, but (as I’m sure you’ve noticed) they’re just getting crazier and more out of control than ever.

Yes, yes, a major part of their increased whackjobbiness is our refusal to lie down, spread our cheeks, and take it from them like we always have. These Daddy Authority Types — and the Mommy Authority Types who lead them around by a chain through their tender bits (Hiya, Maggie Gallagher!) are not accustomed to anyone challenging their self-ordained demi-god-dom. It angers them, but not half as much as it terrifies them.

But there’s another factor at work in their ramped-up hysterics of late: They’re going bat-guano nuts over our protests and our boycotts because they know it’s all working. Not a day goes by that Teh Gay Thang isn’t featured in some MSM outlet somewhere, and we’ve got high-visibility events planned through, what? March?

Just when they thought they’d beaten us down for the last time, they realized they had done nothing but awaken a sleeping giant.

And they know they ain’t seen nothin’ yet.

In other words, the whole thing backfired right into their pasty, twisted little faces. They invested a lot of time, money, and manpower into destroying us, and — well, you know the old saying: What doesn’t destroy us makes us stronger. And, folks, there is no question we are growing stronger every single day.

They’re not used to losing. They’re not used to being exposed in the harsh light of day. They’re not used to being reined in. They’re watching everything they built collapse around them like a house of cards. (Can I jam any more similes into a single paragraph?)

And they know they’ve left themselves no outlet. If they don’t destroy us, what (or who) is next? I guess they could start flogging “illegal immigration” again, but that hasn’t been their focus in a couple of years; they’d have to practically start over from scratch on that one. And they don’t have enough political capital left over from their imminent failure to destroy the gays. They’ve pretty well screwed the pooch.

Me, I take their over-the-top hysterics as a good sign. Those haters know their business, very, very well — and they wouldn’t be going quite this crazy if they weren’t scared. Scared as hell.

Me, I just want my civil rights — but I won’t lie: Seeing them run around like headless chickens is quite satisfying to me. As long as none of them goes completely overboard and kills any of us, I’m happy to hear the whackjobs talk about putting “homos” in “education camps” — every time they open their mouths, they only show the rest of the world that their “religion” is one of pure, unadulterated hatred.

And, Steve Kern? You keep talking, and you’re going to help us just as much as Fred Phelps has.

Posted by: Sapphocrat

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