I’m losing patience with people like the troubled freak on the right harassing my daughter– and it’s not for the obvious reasons. Our country, after all, allows folks to be idiots; we all have embarrassing friends, and if Al Gore and Harry Reid are any guides, being a half-wit is not yet a felony. Certainly, in this big, cosmopolitan expanse called post modern America you can always find some weirdo turned on by mutton chops and mascara. Memo to the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence: Yes, we’re all disgusted by your types, (even the ones claiming tolerance), but, fine — do your thing. You ride the small bus to school, orientation speaking, and no one will tell you that, but that’s really what we think about you. You give normal people the willies. Your great grandparents, if such things be allowed, are retching in Heaven over your spiritual and physical ugliness. But that was your point, right?
You should, however, understand something: if you mess with the First Amendment, with freedom of expression, with “live and let live,” with — in other words — the very principle that allows you the freedom to invite the Avon Lady over for tea without a Yemeni mob demanding your head — then you are going to have to confront real men, and real women, the ones who actually care about freedom — and you might get your foundation smeared.
That’s my patient, beautiful, daughter on the left, holding up a picture of a 10 week abortion. She’s smiling, because she knows she has the real King on her side. She also tells the truth, and that seems to throw you into a demonic rage.
This picture was taken at the 2014 San Diego “Earth Day” celebration where gay performance artists actually tried to block any message that didn’t meet with their approval.
