Can you imagine if a group of Christians got together and made a photograph advertising their upcoming rally, and in that photo they deliberately went out of their way to tick off homosexuals?
What do you think would happen? Do you think the mainstream media would cover it? Do you think Katie Couric, Chris Matthews, Swill Maher and the other liberal curmudgeons would wade in and condemn the Christians and call ‘em haters…meanies…or…or…something?
You and I both know these darling duplicitous Christophobic thugs would be on their TV shows screaming anathemas at Christians louder than Yoko Ono would yell if she accidentally knelt on her own breast. They would be on the church like a dog on a June bug. Like Rosie on a case of Twinkies. Like Bill Clinton on Hustler’s 2007 Chunky Intern Issue. We would never hear the end of it.
However, what does the Main Stream Media do when the tables are turned and the queer crowd spits on the Christian community by showing a bunch of S&M/B&D mooks as Christ and his disciples in an advertisement for the foul end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it Folsom Street Fair this weekend? Probably nothing.
Yep, the MSM will, most likely, defend Folsom’s unwholesome flotsam as freedom of expression, artistic creativity and a progressive step away from the puritanical social mores that have for too, too long frowned upon their dream of an annual Tommy and Timmy Testicle Pageant.
For the uninitiated, what exactly did the way-too-creepy gay crew at Folsom do? Here’s the poop (literally).
You remember Da Vinci’s painting of Christ, The Last Supper, don’t cha? Well the Wizards of Odd, yes the marketing crew at Freaks-R-Us, decided it would be cool to market their “Street Fair” by replacing Jesus with some black/gay/S&M dude and then…then…swap the disciples out for a bunch of randy bondage boys and…and…(they weren’t finished)…switch the bread and wine—which represents Christ’s sacrificial body and blood given as a ransom for man’s sin—with a bunch of rubber-fisted dildos, together with a broad selection of other fetish crap made only for the fetid critter.
Unreal stuff, right here folks.
Y’know…even in my drunkest and drugged-out partying pre-Christ days when I was a very bad guy, I was always afraid, as messed up as I was, of personally attacking God, Christ and sincere Christians. But that was just me. Hardcore blasphemy doesn’t seem to bother this gay bunch much. But I digress.
Back to the media.