I have nothing against any particular homosexual or transgendered person. I couldn’t care less who you sleep with, or what sex you claim to be. I have enough of my own sins to deal with. I really don’t even care who you marry… I just refuse to promote homosexual marriage as somehow being normal, because it goes against everything that I believe. So, stop saying that I hate you, because I don’t.
But you do tend to piss me off… a lot.
See, I don’t believe that your lifestyle is the way to go, and so you brand me as a “hater”. Hell, I am not even allowed to believe that your lifestyle IS a lifestyle.
Like all liberals, you’re all for “tolerance”, until someone doesn’t agree with you. That’s really why conservatives like me hold you in such low esteem. We’re going to keep on deciding for ourselves what we believe, and that just isn’t acceptable to you, is it?
And PLEASE… stop crying about the Boy Scouts not wanting to send a troop of boys off into the woods with a homosexual male troop leader. When you see the Girl Scouts send their kids off alone with a heterosexual male, then you can get back to me.
I’m also sick of you telling everyone that being homosexual is genetic. If I find my neighbor’s wife attractive, that doesn’t mean that I am genetically pre-disposed to be an adulterer. It is our actions that define us, not our temptations.
Worse yet is the old argument that I have heard time and time again; that being homosexual has to be genetic because no one would ever want to be that way. There is no end to the irony of self-loathing in that tired, old talking point. Honestly, that is really awful! You talk all the time about how Christianity is wrong in the belief that homosexuality is a sin, and what effect that has on young homosexuals… Can you imagine how devastating it must be when even other homosexuals tell them that no one would ever want to be like them?
Some homosexuals seem to be pretty happy (and yes, I know quite a few). Either it makes you happy, or it doesn’t. If it doesn’t make you happy, then stop doing it! And, if you are happy in your lifestyle… then OWN it–with REAL pride–instead of blaming everything you do on some recessive gene that was dormant until you came along.
Seriously, someone chanting about pride and then, without missing a beat, starts talking about how they never had a choice..? That’s a mind-numbing display of “logic” there!
You think that your happiness depends upon what I think about you, or what food chain I go to for lunch. Well, I am going to keep eating chicken, because I don’t care much about what you think, and if you ever want to be happy, then you need to stop caring so much about what everyone else thinks of you, too.
Your happiness depends on YOU.
Quit making me responsible for it.
That’s just… gay.
This was written because of a guy I ran into on Twitter the other night. He hated me… Because he thought that I hated him.
We all know how high tensions have been lately. The entire Chick-Fil-A episode, which I have written about several times, has upset the LGBT community, and, at the same time, it has energized and galvanized the conservative community.
Oddly enough, this time we aren’t really butting heads with each other… At least not directly.
The LGBT activists are making hay out of Dan Cathy’s recent comments about supporting traditional marriage. Conservatives would be likely to support Cathy’s statements, but what really upset us the most was the heavy-handedness of politicians like Rahm Emanuel and Thomas Menino.
So there I was, faced with this guy “screaming” at me over Twitter because of an article I had written in support of Chick-Fil-A.
Being the conservative that I am, I refused to block him or report him for “spam”.
Instead, I engaged him.
Ironically, I started to feel really bad for the guy that was calling me every name in the book, while claiming that I was the one full of hate. I went out of my way to tolerate his insults, and try to get him to relate to where I was coming from.
I could not have been more surprised when he started to actually listen to what I had to say, and maybe he even began to understand me. By the end of the conversation, he actually added me to his follow list.
He took me off of his list the next day.
I had been planning to write a piece about how we CAN resolve our differences… until I saw that he bailed on me.
It really pissed me off that he couldn’t even come halfway, and so I ended up writing the article above, instead of a “feel good” piece about how we all really can get along.
This isn’t the kind of piece that I normally write, so…
Make of it what you will.
Addendum: I also edited this while watching a marathon session of “Archer”… So, make of THAT what you will! =)