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Me Tarzan. You Equal Wrongs

                                Always mind your surroundings. Play the track: read the blog. Pax



The human capacity for spotting the truth is uncanny. Even if one denies the existence of it, when truth speaks we know it is real. Especially when it comes from the mouths of our leaders. You may clap louder, hoping that the noise will drown it out, but once you get that feeling… you know you’ve been hit by truth. For example, when your leaders say, that they are disturbed by crime, you know they’re saying it to satiate you; or when a they join the Muslim community in prayer – kneeling ‘respectfully’ et al [when you’ve NEVER seen them do so before] –  you feel they’re being just a little disingenuous.  BUT… when a leader in public life, a holder of political office no less, says to you that [in essence] his way of life is threatened by gays, in fact HETEROSEXUALS [and their way of life] are being  threatened [if I’m quoting TV6 correctly], YOU KNOW that he’s telling the truth. There is no guile in the bile. 

Sad isn’t it? Truth can only be measured by the asinine comments our leaders make.

When I first saw the news report that night, there was a laugh bubbling within me. It was one of those must-contain-the-urge-to-burst-into-sketallion-laughter kind of reactions. After all, who doesn’t recognise that Heterosexuals have the moral, religious and even economic  high ground? And I’ve split religious and moral because even if you don’t subscribe to an organised [or else unorganised] religion, most still feel umbrage because let’s face it, bad man doh play number two. In fact bad man doh do nutten. And I say economic, because – lest we forget – if a heterosexual dies today, his estate will be divided between his ex-wife [that he detests] and the nine children [that he never took care of]; a gay person dies and the living partner gets to face hell because… these are not the benefits you are looking for [waves hand].

But… I am being a hypocrite. Truth is, Mr. Minister, gays scare me too. When I see those beautiful, sweaty gym obsessed bodies sauntering around, I KNOW it’s only a matter of time before one of them steals my girlfriend right under my white flour consuming arse. ...  Wait a minute…

And perhaps this is where I should say, I am a Heterosexual. I choose to be. I think my mother always knew I liked girls.  Although, growing up I sincerely wanted to be Catwoman [have you not SEEN Michelle Marie Pfeiffer] and I DO have these tendencies to say, “I am… Adora.” BUT if I can resist the urge to get a bunch of steel nail files, stick them to my fingers and cry, “I am Catwoman, hear me roar!” surely these oppressive gays can do the same.

Yes, Mr. Minister, sadly I too have had, "sympathetic views on the matter". But, like you I also worry that we’ll end up with "ten different genders". I can see the day coming when a form will say; male, female, centaur. Even now, people find it hard to define ME with only two sexes, far more ten.

Side Bar: Once, my grandfather’s brother and his charming wife wondered if I “lived an alternative lifestyle”. She, because I spoke well and was bubbly [I dunno] and he because I wasn’t out drinking and smoking and doing girls as they in his age did. Yes, grandpa uncle, I DO lead an alternative lifestyle, I go to church.

And on that note, let me say, yes… I am a Christian. I am a contradicting, Monotheist of Judeo-Christian Heritage [did I say that right?]. And I still think heterosexuals are going about “the agenda” thing wrong. Agenda. iChuckle.
Of course… Catwoman. *shrugs*

But I wonder… this sudden bout of truth from our leaders, this Local Limbaughism... that has nothing to do with American Propaganda Politics happening now, right? You know, like how EVERY BODY HERE [trade unionists et al] were terrorists after 9/11 [or my personal favourite line “weapons of mass distraction”] or how we all did RISE after the Obama victory. I sense yet another copycat scene at work within us. 
And that is the truth [feel it – whispers].

Pax
Tracy j H

P.S: Don’t tell anyone but I have a gay agenda book. It’s predominantly pink with other colours.
HERE is the LINK to the article

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