Archive for January, 2010

Gay marriage bans actually keeping Satan at bay?

Friday, January 22nd, 2010

What I’ve read in recent hours has taken my breath away.  After I got through the scotch-induced haze that ruined my afternoon, I stumbled across an article regarding the gay marriage issue in California.  Proposition 8, the voter-approved ban on gay marriage, has gathered numerous supporters across the state.  The article assembles a few key factoids that I thought I should share with you.  The first is that supporters of the gay marriage ban “insist they oppose same-sex marriage to preserve the traditional definition of heterosexual marriage, not to discriminate against the rights of gays and lesbians.”  You know how much sense that makes?  None.  At all.  I don’t know much about the supporters of Proposition 8, since I try to put as much distance between myself and ignorant crazies as I can, but I have determined that they have one hell of a comedian writing their material.  Who the fuck comes up with something like that?  If you translate that sentence from crazy-bullshit-political-jargon into modern English, it reads, “We don’t want to oppress you, but we’re going to do it anyway.”  I think this was paraphrased from the handbook on passive-aggressive bigotry, published under the title, How To Oppress People While Disguising The Fact That You Are A Complete Tool By Pretending You Have  A Boner For The Good Old Days, brought to us by Prejudiced Asshole Publishing.

I’ve heard all the arguments before, at least I thought I had.  I was shocked to discover that there is a man in California, William Tam is his name, who has gone on public record as saying that legalizing gay marriage is the first step in legalizing polygamy and pedophilia.  He actually likened sex between two consenting adults of the same gender to molesting a child.  Who the fuck is this guy, and how long has he been off medication?  Do the pod people know this guy is here?  Speaking of pod people, the reason we haven’t found life on other planets is because aliens take one look at this asshole and go, “Earth?  That place where everybody hates everybody for logically warped reasons?  Fuck that, man.  Let’s just have a kegger on Pluto.  Those Earth fuckers don’t even consider Pluto a planet anymore.”

That wasn’t the most frightening argument this pillar of ignorance had to offer.  He said, in open court, that lifting the ban on gay marriage would leave the state vulnerable to Satan.  If that is true, then I apologize to the gay community, but you can’t get married.  Your state already has its hands full with Lady Gaga, I don’t think allowing another evil goat-demon of a fallen angel to run amok would be a good idea.

You know what I think the Proposition 8 supporters should do?  I think they should start calling themselves a philanthropic organization.  They are already trying to masquerade under the guise of sanity, and that sure ain’t fucking working.  Why not try a new approach?  If they claim that they are looking out for the best interests of the gay community by saving them from the inevitable misery that marriage causes, they might actually get somewhere.  Seriously, all people talk about when they speak of marriage is fucking misery.  Why do gays want to sign up for that?

I don’t really get what the big deal is about this issue.  Then again, I don’t get a lot of things.  But of all things that are far beyond my reach, this one might just be the furthest.  What confuses the few brain cells I have remaining is how these people can actually say they aren’t trying to discriminate against gays and keep a straight face.  Imagine if the KKK thought of that argument during the civil rights movement.  Every time I read that fucking quote, my bullshit radar lights up like a goddamn Christmas tree.  In fact, when that quote is on my screen, the pungent odor of horse feces begins to emanate from my screen and offend my nostrils.  Being a heterosexual, this issue does not have any influence on how I live my life.  However, I don’t see how we can call ourselves a great nation when we still discriminate the way we do.

The Abominable Lady Gaga

Wednesday, January 20th, 2010

I have reached a point where I’ve almost snapped.  I’ve had it.  I can’t take any more of this “Gaga Law” shit.  This is a Facebook fan page for Lady Gaga (that singer who may or may not have a dick), or rather her latest “song”.  The first time I saw this page, I dismissed it as the latest thing all the kids are into these days.  the second time I saw it, I actually clicked the link to see what the hell it was.  I have to admit, since the title was written like a mathematical equation, I thought it might actually be something cool or interesting.  But I was fucking wrong, wasn’t I?  I saw this abomination to internet staring me in the eye.  I stared at the page, unable to remove my gaze from it.  It was only after about an hour of staring at my screen (without blinking) I got the feeling that I should go smoke a cigarette.  It’s probably for the best, because the ferocity of my gaze at this monument to human excrement might have caused my screen to either melt or explode if I had continued.

Just like that, it was gone.  I didn’t see it for nearly a month.  In retrospect, that was one of the most peaceful months of my life.  But, it would not last.  I started getting bombarded with requests to become a fan of this farce.  I stopped counting after the first two dozen.  I would like to think my friends would know me better than to suggest that to me, but apparently not.  This has led me to one conclusion: Lady Gaga is some kind of goat-demon, and must be stopped.

I had the unfortunate experience of actually hearing the song this refers to recently.  Good God, man.  That is worse than the song about all the girls standing in the line for the bathroom.  I can’t fault it for not making sense, because it is not words as I know them.  It is inane blather.  I don’t think that Lady Gaga is talented enough to come up with original gibberish, so I’m pretty sure she stole it from someone in a mental hospital, which I imagine she frequents.  If not of her own volition, then because it’s court-ordered.  If it is original, then I must congratulate all the fans of this song.  You have given up hope for anything meaningful in your lives, and no longer want to actually think about anything at all.  You want a song that sounds like it was written by a cheerleader strung out on heroin.  This is the saddest day in pop culture’s entire miserable existence.

Where the hell did she come from, and how the fuck do we send her back there?  Is is like some sort of demon-exorcism?  How did we get rid of Madonna?  Can we do that again?  Honestly, what the fuck did the rest of us do to deserve this?  This is a plague upon the land.  Here are some factoids that you should consider if you think I’m overreacting:

1.  When you play Lady Gaga’s music backwards, you can hear the first chapter of Dianetics by L. Ron Hubbard.  If that weren’t scary enough, here’s another.

2.  Every time you play a Lady Gaga song, a hungry alligator is fed.  With a live puppy.  So, if you like Lady Gaga’s music, you hate puppies.  What kind of sick bastard hates puppies?

So, before you chuck another helpless puppy into the gaping mouth of a starving alligator, think about what you’re doing, and remember the REAL Gaga Law:gaga law