Why do we have to hear he’s gay? Why do we have to hear every time somebody farts if it’s a gay fart or a straight fart? Why do we have to hear whether or not a person is GAY no matter what situation? I guess it’s part of the movement to yell from the mountain top so as not to forget they’re here and proud of it! Just damn and just shut up already!!
TELL us about it.
If he was ambidextrous, would we be hearing about this?
The “love” that won’t shut up, indeed.
It is funny in my case. I am your ordinary boring virtuous (at least I try to be) bachelor, but the other day I checked my name on Google, wondering if prospective employers were seeing the songs I wrote about rednecks and thinking me some bigot (actually I am very broad minded about it, asserting that rednecks come in many colors). I needn’t have worried! It’s all hidden by the entries for a certain tranny person who is a Canadian born actor.
I think the answer to the “love” that won’t shut up is going to be the faith that won’t shut up, once it screws up its courage and tries and finds out that, shock horror, it wins more and better than it loses! People — even properly morally outspoken Christians — are so afraid of the Cross. But they are short sighted. They only see the bleeding and don’t see the souls bought, let alone the resurrection that follows.
But about the rednecks.
Funny story how I came to care. I got an email from Monster from some farm themed insurance company (not Farmers) that wanted to know if I wanted to be an agent (though circumlocuting).
I went to the web site indicated. Job not available.
So I did a little digging and found the email of the author and emailed him. I laid it on the line. I said I had had troubles with another “conservative cause” themed insurance company and I don’t consider it compassion or any such rot when the agent doesn’t even care enough to give a valid job listing, or as in the case of the other company, parked in my neighbor’s marked space leaving my neighbor to bitch at me, or forgot an important promise he made on the phone.
I let it hang out. I said I wrote the redneck song.
Well I might as well have shot the guy with a howitzer. He was nowhere to be found after that. Called up... no answer.
WHERE ARE ALL THE STAND UP PEOPLE?!?!?
Come on, rednecks. We need you. Don’t shy away at your own names!