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.
As stated, I seriously doubt anti-Christian MSM and their squawking heads will hold the queer nation’s fingers to flame for this. Why, you ask? They love it. Look, anything that will whiz on Christ, goof on God and barf on Christians is completely cool with them. Yes, my friend with Mellow Stream Media, as far as Christians go … there is no closed season and no bag limit for these buggers.
However, if anyone picks on, makes fun of, or tells the truth about a group the Left has decided to love, well you better buckle up, boy, because it’s going to get rough. I hope you have tough skin.
But this is nothing new. Everyone who loves traditional values and has a lick of common sense can see the biased, hypocritical, nonstop sputum that regularly flows from these loudmouths’ cake holes. That’s why their ratings are tanking and their newspaper sales are plummeting. Matter of fact, it’s been reported that 90% of those who purchase liberal newspapers now are parrot owners who use their rags only to catch Polly’s runny white sunflower-laden liquid stool.
Frankly, I don’t care if you Folsom guys have a good laugh at God’s expense. Personally I’d like to thank you for showing us all, once again, who you truly are. And in regard to me defending God, well, He’s big enough to take care of himself. He’ll sort things out, eternally, in the end. So…if you’re cool with mocking Christ, his sacrifice and his disciples, I’m cool with it too. Wasn’t that easy? Proceed on.
Oh, by the way—for my fellow beer drinking buddies who are equally fed up with egregious attacks on traditional values—you can hammer these guys and their sponsors right in their wallets by not buying Miller beer, one of the sponsors of the Folsom Street Fair. I say, given their attack on Jesus that we officially never purchase another Miller beer ever again until Christ returns to kick butt and take names. Does that sound cool?