"I don't belong to an organized political party – I'm a Democrat." – Will Rogers
John Fugelsang has an easy 5-step process to determine if you’re a fundamentalist. I like it, I can dance to it, I give it a 42.
You might be a fundamentalist if:
Pop quiz: what do you see here first? Ovaries and a uterus? A “holy” couple? Or discrimination, ignorance, and misguided theology?
Many letters have been sent to the Valley News concerning the homosexual menace in Vermont. I am the mother of a gay son and I’ve taken enough from you good people.
I’m tired of your foolish rhetoric about the “homosexual agenda” and your allegations that accepting homosexuality is the same thing as advocating sex with children. You are cruel and ignorant. You have been robbing me of the joys of motherhood ever since my children were tiny.
My firstborn son started suffering at the hands of the moral little thugs from your moral, upright families from the time he was in the first grade. He was physically and verbally abused from first grade straight through high school because he was perceived to be gay.
You simply must read the full text of this letter to the editor. Sharon Underwood from Vermont penned this wonderful response to homophobes back in 2000 in the Valley News out of White River Junction, VT.
This is a fascinating bit of investigative journalism. Writer Ted Cox masquerades as gay to see what goes on at a gay “conversion” camp. He finds – as any sane person might expect – that it’s a farce, as there is nothing to be “cured.” It infuriates me that these sick bastards feed on obviously troubled people who have been made to feel as if there is something wrong with them.
An excerpt:
It was the first night of “Journey into Manhood,†a 48-hour weekend retreat designed to help gay men become straight. In that room, about fifty men — some thirty “Journeyers†and fifteen staff members — sat on the carpeted floor of a ranch lodge two hours outside of Phoenix, Arizona. Most of the men, except for a few of the staff members, struggled to overcome their attraction to other men.
Sometime during all that holding and touching and singing, while I was cradled in the Motorcycle position, I felt it: the unmistakable bulge pressing through his tight jeans. It was the first time in my life I had a felt another man’s erection.