Truly, if one wishes to entertain their young ones these days, no longer can they flip on the TV or traipse over to the multiplex for wholesome, Godly entertainment. While my children, husband and I (all proud members of the National Rifle Association) do enjoy loading our assault rifles and practicing on targets made to resemble our local Democratic politicians (my six-year-old son blew the wig off a Tom Daschle effigy from fifty yards last week!), we also used to enjoy being able to watch films filled not with harlotry, nakedness and filth but true Old Testament values (such as revenge). What happened to men like John Wayne who portrayed God's Avenging Angel in those glorious old films where local hoodlums and unsaved cowboys were mowed down with a slew of bullets after failing to heed Mr. Wayne's warning shot to the groin? Why can't our children be left alone to watch the wonderful display of blood-letting and ear biting that is professional boxing without being subjected to ads for cures for men's erectile dysfunction in between rounds? What's a Christian mother to do??
I can no longer prop my children in front of the TV whilst I pick out one of my fabulous Chanel outfits to wear for the day. I used to turn on TBN with Paul and Jan Crouch, except I am no longer certain that with Jan's 40-pound lavendar wigs and Tammy Faye makeup and Paul's white suits and gauche gold set designs that this isn't some campy team of homosexuals looking to poison my child's mind with saucy irony and satire. Not even our cartoons are free from the creeping influence of perverts: both the Teletubbies and SpongeBob Squarepants have clearly been infiltrated by homosexuals. Verily, what heterosexual sponge would live in an underwater pineapple? Not one I know, that is for certain.
So we have thrown out the televisions and are content to entertain the youngsters with the Good Book: it's filled to the brim with Godly stonings, mass genocides and the slaughter of heathens, but blessedly free of tawdry tales of perversion (except for when Lot impregnated his daughters while in a drunken stupor after attempting to pimp them off to an angry mob).
May I ask what your sarcastic post full of ludicrous stereotyping has to do with my comment? I don't recall mentioning a word regarding religion, or children's programming, or guns or anything else you were rambling on about.
I'm not all that religious, nor do I belong to the NRA or even own a gun (though I certainly support my constitutional right to own one if I so choose). I personally couldn't care less if two men want to have sex with each other, it is a free country after all, but personally I have no desire to watch it, and that has nothing to do with moral values or biblical teachings. I just find it icky, and I suspect that most who are honest with themselves (and are not themselves homosexual men) would admit that they feel the same way.
So you can pretend that anyone who doesn't embrace homosexual sex as a beautiful natural part of life is some sort of stereotypical Al Franken-invented right wing conservative gun totin' Christian extremist if you like. The fact of the matter is most people feel that way, whether we want to admit it or not, Hollywood's lame attempts at mainstreaming homosexuality and your lame attempt at marginalizing anyone who doesn't go along with it notwithstanding.