The American Family Association has some bald-eagle eyes! We never would have noticed the Volvo C-30’s well-placed ad next to Tom Ford’s Out-sponsored tush!
As part of their never-ending mission to rundown Ford Motor’s sales, the AFA continues to highlight Ford’s protracted relationship with the gay glossy. Note how AFA toots their own horn:
Sales of Ford automobiles were flat in November, rising only 0.4 percent when compared to sales during November 2006. Since AFA began a boycott of Ford in March 2006, sales have dropped in 18 of the 21 months. Ford suffered a 12.1 percent loss for the year.
Ford continued to show support for the homosexual agenda, running a full page ad in the Dec. 07 – Jan. 08 homosexual publication Out! The ad, for Ford’s Volvo brand, was adjacent to a photo of three men taking a shower together.
The non-profit then provides a link to the “graphic and explicit” picture you see above. We hardly find that graphic or explicit. It’s pretty tame compared to a lot of the stuff that comes across our desk.
Can you imagine if the AFA saw Ford’s other work?
Bryan
I have no doubt in my mind that the AFA’s boycott of Ford is what has really hurt the automaker. It couldn’t have anything to do with international competition from Toyota or battles with unions, or the fact that automakers have banked on SUVs for so long and now they are no longer popular with rising gasoline costs. No, it MUST be the AFA boycott. Damn. We sure are a greedy bunch of gays.
Gregg
OUT was stupid to run nudity in their magazine and not tell Ford. That is just common sense. Thanks, OUT.
Dubwise
But…those rears are so cute…doesn’t that count for anything?!?!
Gregg
Yes, Dub – if they are on my face.
fanboi
what the hell is some prick from AFA reading Out for anyway? Its not like it was The Watchtower. Its a gay publication for a gay readership. Our money is as good as the straights and why shouldn’t any company market to us in our own forums? And how does that affect them at all? If its offensive, don’t buy the magazine and don’t read it.
I tire of ignorant hate mongering morons.
abelincoln
So does anyone have a copy of The Homosexual Agenda? I’ve never read it. Can anyone tell me what the plot is? Is it available in paperback yet?
Danny the Tranny
Who was the dixk sucker that noticed? Why was he reading a “fag” rag…..I suspect another closet case.
Bad Kitty
Probably a Republican.
hells kitchen guy
Gee, Gregg, I guess you have a problem with Michaelangelo’s David, too, huh? I consider a man’s ass about as controversial, erotic or naughty as a woman’s breast or a baby’s prick – which is to say, not.
spunkbox
I would much rather ride Tom Ford’s ass than the Volvo C-30
Jay
Peter Labarbera is the official gay porn reader for the Religious Wrong.
http://www.americansfortruth.com/
Rt. Rev. Dr. RES
In Canada, our society is not steeped in Calvinistic Puritanism as is the United States. Arses or mammary glands are not in themselves prurient.
There is a larger AFA agenda. Our response to the Religious Wrong was to highlight HETEROSEXUAL inappropriate content. Canadians got it !! Not all LGB and T individuals live in ghettoes, and live in bathclubs and bars and circuit parties with hundreds of sex partners a week. Not all heterosexuals live a similar straight lifestyle.
Let’s face it. For decades, before the APA “cured” us, and the courts and legislatures decriminalised “sodomy” and gave some of us full and equal civil rights, the gay and lesbian community was considered immoral, psychologically abnormal, and doomed to an early grave. The Mafia and organised criminal elements started the gay bars and bathclubs to give gays what the “pessonovante” would not allow openly.
Stonewall is not a revolutionary event. It was an evolutionary one. All the changes hinged on those early events. Our enemies want the het majority to stay focused on “sex in the streets, paedophilia, and stereotypes”.
Heather_L_James
Hey Abe, here is the homosexual agenda courtesy of the good people at Landover Baptist Church. Check out their site someday, http://www.landoverbaptist.org
The Homosexual Agenda:
8:00 a.m. Wake up. Wonder where you are.
8:01 a.m. Realize you are lying on 100 percent cotton sheets of at least a 300 count, so don’t panic; you’re not slumming.
8:02 a.m. Realize you are actually in your own bed for a change. Wake stranger next to you and tell them you are late for work so won’t be able to cook breakfast for them. Mutter “sorry” as you help him look for his far-flung underwear. You find out that you tore his boxers while ripping them off him last night, so you “loan” him a pair of boxer-briefs, but not the new ones because you never intend to see him again.
8:05 a.m. Tell the stranger, whose name eludes you, “It was fun. I’ll give you a call,” as you usher him out the door, avoiding his egregious morning-breath.
8:06 a.m. Crumple and dispose of the piece of paper with his telephone number on it when you get to the kitchen.
8:07 a.m. Make a high protein breakfast while watching the Today show. Wonder if the stories you’ve heard about Matt Lauer are true. Decide they must be.
8:30 a.m. Italian or domestic? Decide to go with three-button Italian and the only shirt that is clean.
8:45 a.m. Climb into red Z4 and try not to look too much like Barbie driving one of her accessories as you pull out of your underground parking. Revos or Armanis? Go with Revos.
9:35 a.m. Stroll into office.
9:36 a.m. Close door to office and call best friend and laugh about the guy who spent the night at your condo. Point out something annoying about best friend’s boyfriend but quickly add “It doesn’t matter what everyone else thinks, just as long as you love him.”
10:15 a.m. Leave office, telling your secretary you are “meeting with a client.” Pretend not to notice her insubordinate roll of her eyes (or the cloying “poem” she has tacked to her cubicle wall).
10:30 a.m. Hair appointment for lowlights and cut. Purchase of Aveda anti-humectant pomade.
11:30 a.m. Run into personal trainer at gym. Pester him about getting you Human Growth Hormone. Spend 30 minutes talking to friends on your cell phone while using Hammer Strength machines, preparing a mental-matrix of which circuit parties everyone is going to and which are now passe.
12:00pm Tan. Schedule back-waxing in time for Saturday party where you know you will end up shirtless.
12:30 p.m. Pay trainer for anabolic steroids and schedule a workout. Shower, taking ten minutes to knot your tie while you check-out your best friend’s boyfriend undress with the calculation of someone used to wearing a t-back and having dollars stuffed in their crotch.
1:00 p.m. Meet someone for whom you only know his waist, chest and penis size from AOL M4M chat for lunch at a hot, new restaurant. Because the maître d’ recognizes you from a gay bar, you are whisked past the Christian heterosexual couples who have been waiting patiently for a table since 12:30.
2:30 p.m. “Dessert at your place.” Find out, once again, people lie on AOL.
3:33 p.m. Assume complete control of the U.S., state, and local governments (in addition to other nations’ governments); destroy all healthy Christian marriages; recruit all children grades Kindergarten through 12 into your amoral, filthy lifestyle; secure complete control of the media, starting with sitcoms; molest innocent children; give AIDS to as many people as you can; host a pornographic “art” exhibit at your local art museum; and turn people away from Jesus, causing them to burn forever in Hell.
4:10 p.m. Time permitting, bring about the general decline of Western Civilization and look like you are having way too much fun doing it.
4:30 p.m. Take a disco-nap to prevent facial wrinkles from the stress of world conquest and being so terribly witty.
6:00 p.m. Open a fabulous new bottle of Malbec.
6:47 P.M. Bake Ketamine for weekend. Test recipe.
7:00 P.M. Go to Abercrombie & Fitch and announce in a loud voice, “Over!”
7:40 P.M. Stop looking at the photographic displays at Abercrombie & Fitch and go to a cool store to begin shopping.
8:30 p.m. Light dinner with catty homosexual friends at a restaurant you will be “over” by the time it gets its first review in the local paper.
10:30 p.m. Cocktails at a debauched gay bar, trying to avoid alcoholic queens who can’t navigate a crowd with a lit cigarette in one hand and a Stoli in a cheap plastic cup in the other. Make audible remark about how “trashy” people who still think smoking is acceptable are.
12:00 a.m. “Nightcap at your place.” Find out that people lie in bars, too.