Archive for February 13th, 2011

Roger: Wilco


It’s A Wonderful Life

is flowing
like ketchup
on a prune

—Garrison Keillor

Fear Of A Gay Pirate

Living in fear is a terrible thing. Sometimes, as with this fellow, it is justified—one is placed, either temporarily or for a sustained period, in a situation where fear is the natural response. And fear is natural: the life force on this particular planet has programmed we creatures to experience fear when confronted with something that might vacate us from the corporeal container. This is why all animals, from mice to men, instinctively flinch at a sudden loud noise: it could be a Doom, that means we might Die.

The trouble comes when people fear things that are not fearsome. When they create and maintain fear that is not at all necessary. In the US, this is particularly a problem with wingers. Too many of them live their lives consumed by fears that are vaporous. This is of course not solely a failing of wingers: the Shriek Shack, for instance, is infested with loud and unruly purported “progressives” (they won’t call themselves “liberals” anymore, fearful of what wingers have done with the word) who live in fear of a black planet. But, most often, it is wingers who win, place, and show, in the Unnecessary Fear Sweepstakes.

Many wingers, as an example, are possessed by the most peculiar fear of non-heterosexuals. They fear non-heterosexuals as a sort of demon—unnatural, predatory, voracious, probably Satanic, hell-bent on converting all and sundry to non-heterosexualism. Why this should be so: beats me. Except it is said, at least in cliché, that we fear what we do not understand. And the Prime Directive of wingerism is to refuse to understand anything at all that is not winger.

And so we have Eugene Delgaudio, a winger from out of Loudon County in Virginia, where he serves on the Board of Supervisors, who has quite publicly Gone Mad, insisting that lust-crazed gay pirates are rampaging through the streets of Tampa, Florida, wantonly non-heterosexualizing everyone in their path.


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