[See Update at tghe foot of this post.]
I can’t help it. Although I am often moody, curmudgeonly and downright snappish, just as often I am gay. To steal from Joe Sobran’s manifesto against the trope of homosexual/Mass Media Podpeople cultural propaganda,
…I am gay. It’s just my nature. I’ve been this way as long as I remember. Even as a boy, when I watched the dapper, suave comedy of Cary Grant or Fred Astaire, I felt I was looking into a mirror of my soul. Life should be taken lightly — that’s my philosophy. My favorite writer is P.G. Wodehouse. When I hear a Rossini overture on the radio, I can’t bear to turn it off. These are my gay brethren. I’ve learned to spot them across a crowded room.
I never thought Bob Hope was all that funny, but he was infectiously gay. He and Bing Crosby made some of the most popular movies ever to star a pair of gay men. More recently the fashion has favored black comedy, which can be hilarious too; but comedy is best when light and gay, without malice and aggression, but that tone is much harder to achieve and sustain than most people realize.
The reason the present age is difficult for gay people is that the word gay has been appropriated by homosexual activists. So real gay men have been driven into the closet, afraid to admit they’re gay for fear of being misunderstood.
A large part of my gaiety is no doubt due to my wife’s choice of a mate. My Wonder Woman is infectuously gay, happy, optimistic in her outlook and behavior. To know her is to love her… and to be infected with her gay nature.
Another contributing factor is my inate propensity to take myself with a grain of salt, to laugh at my own foibles (the dark side of that is that I sometimes brood over them, as well *sigh* So sometimes my self-mocking is dark humor).
But, by and large, life is a lark. Oh, sure, I sometimes skate to the edge of despair when I view the passing scene–Mass Media Podpeople, Academia Nuts, Loony Left Moonbats, non-conservative soi disant “Conservatives,” pop “music” so-called “artists” being manufactured by Sony (and other organs of “tastes-like sawdust–Yum!” production) and politicians of darned near any stripe.
But.
I am saved from despair by the ludicrous nature of them all, the silliness of their vain pronouncements, productions and all other efforts, and the fact that life is by and large a big suck on a sweet orange.
So, I am gay.
Too bad all the crop of weeping, wailing, teeth-gnashing homosexual activists and their brainwashed, neurotic, love hungry, approval-seeking disciples can’t seem to be gay, but that’s their problem. I’ll just smile, shake my head and give a chuckle. They just can’t seem to get the point that life’s a lark.
Oh. Well. The sun’s shining, the damned trees are budding (oops! Little dark disappreciation of allergens… but hey! I can still smell the flowers! :-)), God’s in His heaven and all’s right with the world, sorta. So lighten up, chill.
Be gay.
Swishing the light fantastic at Sam’s OTA Weekend Time, The Real Ugly American and Camelot Destra Ideale (Hey, I don’t read Italian well, but I’m sure someone does :-)).
UPDATE: Oh! When will the evidence that Muslims are stupid stop rolling in? See comments, where “AnumsTruth” whose email address points to “IslamicThinkers.com” (an oxymoron if ever there was one!) begins his comment with, “Is this site for real? It is very pathetic. I think you should keep your sexuality
to yourself.”
What. A. Maroon. This brings to a total of, oh, 100% of all Islamic commenters I have read on every single blog where I have seen Muslim commenters demonstrating that they are complete idiots. Just once, I’d like to read a comment by even ONE Muslim blog commenter that wasn’t a perfect example of subliterate stupidity.
Waiting. But not gonna hold my breath.
