I’ve been exchanging e-mails with a pastor from the midwest. He started writing after I called Belmont to the carpet for firing its gay women’s soccer coach. We’ve gone back and forth, and it’s reached the point where I’m blotting down nonsense just to irk him. He’s really a pesky guy. Like a gnat in the ear. I know … I know—look who’s talking.
Anyhow, he doesn’t have much tolerance for the gays, so tonight I asked—earnestly—what he would do were one of his kids gay. This was his response: “As for if one of my kids were to tell me he is gay, it would never happen in a million years. We raised them right.”
I agree with the pastor, it is quite unfortunate that so many millions of poor parents have turned their kids into The Gay. If only we had better mothers and fathers in this country … damn! Why! Why! Why!
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