Crude Poetry
Sometimes, driftglass reads to me like some sort of stoked-up poetry, usually a good thing. Although this stanza comes from the middle of a longer epic about using deliberately crude language*, it seems to have more truth per word than mere prose.
Being gay is not a sin or a crime or any-damned-thing other that the business of the consenting adults involved. Is it my cuppa tea? No, but going after someone who is gay for being gay is just despicable. Profoundly un-American and un-Christian.
OTOH, in case you hadn’t noticed, our Adversaries seem positively obsessed with sex, especially gay sex. A shockingly high percentage of Republicans seem to be self-hating gay men, and a vast number of others are so paranoid about their manhood that they’re willing to go to war to prop up their limp dicks. Cruel, brittle, bitter egos barely papering over deep fears of impotence and inadequacy.
These people are bigots with public manners and private codes. It makes them schizophrenic, which gives us an opening. Remember how freaked out the Cheneys were during the campaign when Kerry referred to their openly lesbian daughter as…a lesbian?
These people think being gay, for example, is shameful and an abomination, but the dictates of the political world demands they pretend otherwise. To these people – to the people in power — I think we are frankly obligated to occasionally be as offensive and insulting as we can be without wandering over into libel and physical threats. To highlight the contradictions.
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*driftglass, "A priest, a rabbi and a Lenny Bruce walk into a bar.", 11 July 2005.