Dancing with Myself

Asshole of the Day, Week and Month

Rod Dreher. Why?  In East Texas, a family is horrifically murdered by the boyfriend of the daughter in the family murdered.  The Mother's throat is cut with a sword that almost decapitates her.  The father is shot multiple times.  The 13-year-old son is murdered.  What point of the story does Dreher focus on?  In recounting the story of his family's drama, the father mentions that when his children first began school in this little town, another girl had a crush on his daughter and the father was somewhat shocked.

"I guess you'd call it culture shock," Caffey said. "Emory has a lot of bisexual kids; it's like it was almost cool to be bisexual. One of the first things that happened was some girl wanted to be Erin's little girlfriend. And I was like, 'That ain't happenin'.' "

That's it.  No lurid details.  No story that the girl persisted.  In fact, daughter went on to develop an inappropriate relationship with a heterosexual young man who ultimately murders two members of the family and seriously injures the father.

So, what shocks Dreher about this horrible crime?  That bi-sexuality exists in small towns in East Texas.  Bi-sexuality is more shocking to him that the murders.  Talk about low-life creeps obsessed by homosexuality?  Jeez!  Dreher is a sick, sick, person.  (Courtesy of Andrew Sullivan.)

 

Heretics and Cretins, Welcome!

I notice that ol Tupperwear Two Feathers, that pseudo Indian, is attacking me again on his blog.  Both of his readers ran over here to see a picture of me in a dress.  Oh, my!  What a fucking bunch of idiots, beginning with ol' Two Feathers.  He is truly a psychotic mother fucking son-of-a-bitch.  That's right, Two Feathers, on this blog, I use strong language.  It's too bad your dick doesn't work any better than your brain:  you'd be less bitter.  As for that cow you hang with, I thought the sow was going to sue me for slander.  Oh, that's right:  truth is an absolute defense against slander.  Too bad.  I was looking forward to wiping my ass with your court papers.  A former friend of hers sent me her rap sheet.  Jeez!  The bitch has a rap sheet longer than my arm.

That asshole thought he would use my being Gay against me.  He sent a picture of me from Halloween several years ago (that I published here on this blog) to everyone whose email address he had stolen from the emails of others.  Oh-my-fucking-god!  I was wearing a dress!  You may remember it, it's the one where I looked like Tony Curtis in Some Like it Hot.  I thought I looked pretty damn good.  Better than the cow, that's for sure.  And hey, Two Feathers, in  the words of a famous dragqueen, I'm more man than you'll ever be and more woman that you'll ever have!  Eat shit and die, mother fucker.  I don't have time for morons.