Pride 2008
Well, it is Pride 2008 here in Toronto, the city of Light, here in Canada, racist shithole and second most homophobic country on earth (Jamaica holds that dubious honour).
As the Global Warming caused cold rain drips down on the city (at 10:00 am when I write this), it is good to pause and reflect on the situation.
Not since the pagan Roman Empire has homosexuality been so tolerated. And, as we are constantly told, it is not tolerated enough. And, as we are constantly told, the only way to show toleration is to give over more tax money to fund activists, programs, events, and advertising. Refraining from burning your faggot neighbour to death is no longer enough.
The gay agenda peaked right around the time that the mysterious disease of AIDS appeared. Yellow science agrees that mad Christian scientists concocted this plague to kill off everybody who belongs to a profile able group that is disproportionately represented in collecting social assistance.
If you remember Toronto in those years (and as more than half of Toronto residents were not Canadians at the time; nor do they speak English well enough to read historical records about the 1980’s) it was a happening place. Men could have sex with men in a variety of bath houses, bars, clubs, and parks. And, only now, in 2008, has the ability of left minded men to have sex with strangers returned, as any person who has tasted the night life of Babylon on the Humber knows.
Now, as Pierre Elliot Trudeau said, what people do in the bedroom is not the business of the state, and, by extension, what agreeable folks do in the darkness with strangers is ok, too. And that is ok. Gays are a peaceful lot. They do not shoot each other in the head. They do not rob flower shops or slit the throats of used car salesmen. Pride week will not turn into an ugly riot. The only issue gays have with police is how to get them to take off their uniforms and play with the handcuffs and baton.
As activist faction turns on activist faction, as Hillaryites seethe against Obamoids with the outrage they once reserved for the John Birch Society, as Union Stalinists discover that Welfare State Trotskyites really do not give a damn about their jobs, one can only sit back and, like a well fed pagan Roman Emperor, wonder which activist groups will survive the coming games in the arena of life.
Indeed, social change is a’ coming. And, as we follow Darwin and not Christ, we celebrate selection. It is Gaia’s way.
My money is on the gays surviving the coming mass extinction of the activists. The survival of the homosexuals is not dependent on the inconsistent tap of state money. Other groups that celebrate a 25% ‘does not feed the children’, or a 50% ‘does not go to school’ culture will not be so lucky.
Regardless of which ecological disaster you hope for, be it Global Warming, Peak Oil, or George Bush staging a Coup, the resources of the State will be called upon to spend upon other things than activists writing reports for each other to read. If you cannot fill a sand bag, drive a truck loaded with sand bags, or fix the engine of the truck that hauls the sand bags, then you are a useless mouth.
The feeding of useless mouths has been raised to an art form by those activists who make a good, pension able living making propaganda about feeding useless mouths. But with the money to fund useless mouth activists drying up, useless mouth activists are turning to early retirement as an adaptive strategy. As for their plantations of illiterate, violent, and diseased charges, well, nobody except for those paid to care really much cares about them.
Gays, however, are different. They are not in a symbiotic relationship with anyone. Unlike the ants that abandon their aphids when winter comes, or the tapeworm that crawls out of its sickly host, Gays require no external source of nourishment. And, as Darwin will tell you, that bodes well for survival. People who do not feed their own children: not so good.
And now we approach the time when people who do feed their children are being bullied into taking more food from their childrens mouths so that those that don’t, can. Without Christ, Darwin’s logic will apply. Having survived the AIDS crisis, the Gays are in good shape. They have jobs, support those that support them, and only attack those that attack them.
Pride week will be a lot of fun. There will be many more of them in years to come, even if Toronto becomes a Global Warming desert, using horses for public transit, under the jackboot of George Bush the Third.
The apostle Paul said that we are just visitors to this place. Indeed, this life is just a preparation for the next. So, I encourage you to travel downtown Toronto, spend some tourist dollars, and see how the people we used to burn alive at the stake are really just really gay.
Vale Victis!
I, Fenris Badwulf, connoisseur of debauchery, wrote this in a moment of whore and drug free clarity.
Mitchieville, DustMyBroom
As the Global Warming caused cold rain drips down on the city (at 10:00 am when I write this), it is good to pause and reflect on the situation.
Not since the pagan Roman Empire has homosexuality been so tolerated. And, as we are constantly told, it is not tolerated enough. And, as we are constantly told, the only way to show toleration is to give over more tax money to fund activists, programs, events, and advertising. Refraining from burning your faggot neighbour to death is no longer enough.
The gay agenda peaked right around the time that the mysterious disease of AIDS appeared. Yellow science agrees that mad Christian scientists concocted this plague to kill off everybody who belongs to a profile able group that is disproportionately represented in collecting social assistance.
If you remember Toronto in those years (and as more than half of Toronto residents were not Canadians at the time; nor do they speak English well enough to read historical records about the 1980’s) it was a happening place. Men could have sex with men in a variety of bath houses, bars, clubs, and parks. And, only now, in 2008, has the ability of left minded men to have sex with strangers returned, as any person who has tasted the night life of Babylon on the Humber knows.
Now, as Pierre Elliot Trudeau said, what people do in the bedroom is not the business of the state, and, by extension, what agreeable folks do in the darkness with strangers is ok, too. And that is ok. Gays are a peaceful lot. They do not shoot each other in the head. They do not rob flower shops or slit the throats of used car salesmen. Pride week will not turn into an ugly riot. The only issue gays have with police is how to get them to take off their uniforms and play with the handcuffs and baton.
As activist faction turns on activist faction, as Hillaryites seethe against Obamoids with the outrage they once reserved for the John Birch Society, as Union Stalinists discover that Welfare State Trotskyites really do not give a damn about their jobs, one can only sit back and, like a well fed pagan Roman Emperor, wonder which activist groups will survive the coming games in the arena of life.
Indeed, social change is a’ coming. And, as we follow Darwin and not Christ, we celebrate selection. It is Gaia’s way.
My money is on the gays surviving the coming mass extinction of the activists. The survival of the homosexuals is not dependent on the inconsistent tap of state money. Other groups that celebrate a 25% ‘does not feed the children’, or a 50% ‘does not go to school’ culture will not be so lucky.
Regardless of which ecological disaster you hope for, be it Global Warming, Peak Oil, or George Bush staging a Coup, the resources of the State will be called upon to spend upon other things than activists writing reports for each other to read. If you cannot fill a sand bag, drive a truck loaded with sand bags, or fix the engine of the truck that hauls the sand bags, then you are a useless mouth.
The feeding of useless mouths has been raised to an art form by those activists who make a good, pension able living making propaganda about feeding useless mouths. But with the money to fund useless mouth activists drying up, useless mouth activists are turning to early retirement as an adaptive strategy. As for their plantations of illiterate, violent, and diseased charges, well, nobody except for those paid to care really much cares about them.
Gays, however, are different. They are not in a symbiotic relationship with anyone. Unlike the ants that abandon their aphids when winter comes, or the tapeworm that crawls out of its sickly host, Gays require no external source of nourishment. And, as Darwin will tell you, that bodes well for survival. People who do not feed their own children: not so good.
And now we approach the time when people who do feed their children are being bullied into taking more food from their childrens mouths so that those that don’t, can. Without Christ, Darwin’s logic will apply. Having survived the AIDS crisis, the Gays are in good shape. They have jobs, support those that support them, and only attack those that attack them.
Pride week will be a lot of fun. There will be many more of them in years to come, even if Toronto becomes a Global Warming desert, using horses for public transit, under the jackboot of George Bush the Third.
The apostle Paul said that we are just visitors to this place. Indeed, this life is just a preparation for the next. So, I encourage you to travel downtown Toronto, spend some tourist dollars, and see how the people we used to burn alive at the stake are really just really gay.
Vale Victis!
I, Fenris Badwulf, connoisseur of debauchery, wrote this in a moment of whore and drug free clarity.
Mitchieville, DustMyBroom
posted by Fenris Badwulf at 11:06 AM
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