Yes.
I suppose I could and should go on and on and on citing various citations and quoting various quotes, but I'm tired and I still have to calibrate my chain sharpener so that I can stay warm this coming winter so that I can mind my own business and not tell people what they should and should not do with their bodies, and, yes, their love.
And while my telling Bryan Fischer what he should do with his own body, or, rather, what should be done with his own body, and, yes, frankly, to it, is, indeed, ironic, when you think about it, it's pretty a priori,* and a posteriori.**
"Yeah, so if you guys would like to be treated less like idiots, you should probably think about behaving less like idiots."
-Jesus (as told to us by our dad, through his actions and attitudes, rather than anything he said, ever)
*Latin for "high priority"
** Latin for "up the ass"
[And a classical education is yet again... VINDICATED!!!]
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I'm guessing you don't mean Bryan Fisher, who plays Jason McNamara, Carmen's boyfriend in George Lopez, but rather Bryan Fischer, the so incredibly not-gay evangelist who was on NPR talking about how he forced Richard Grenell out of Romney's campaign staff because he's gay (Grenell, not Fischer, I can just tell from his picture that, like Dr. Marcus Bachmann, Fischer would never suck a dick or gently caress another man's firm taught bottom.) I'd never heard of either of them, and accidentally googled Fisher rather than Fischer.
I'm almost certain he means well. Sure. But it would probably be better if he were meaning well while being dead.
He teaches bottoms? Whoa. Sick. He could be defensive coordinator at Penn State.
I may have been inordinately harsh on the man. And it says a lot about Mitt and his campaign that they're maintaining the largest distance possible while sucking his cock. Admirable, really. It's just that when you're trying to mind your own business by listening to Terry interview a writer at The New Yorker who I'm sure is exaggerating both his influence and his pure evil hatred of "the other", whatever that is anymore these days, and all you're trying to do is make your tiny little piece of land just a tiny little bit better, when you're starting to feel like you're living in it instead of being trapped on it...
Never mind. I may never have my dad's patience with complete dunderheadedness, but I think I've perfected his bigotry against people who can no longer contain their hatred for themselves that they have to vomit it all over the radio.
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