In the first WND article he wrote:

“I’d developed a growing relationship with God, thanks to a debilitating bout with intestinal cramps caused by the upset stomach-inducing behaviors I’d been engaged in.”

Then in the letter to Edge he wrote:

“I was diagnosed with Celiac disease,” he confides…I was anemic, and my heart was palpitating, and my Dad had died of a heart condition that was genetic, and I thought I had inherited that…When I figured out I just had Celiac disease, I sort of laid back on my bed and stared at the ceiling and said, thank God.”

In the first article he makes it seem like he picked up something from having sex with men, then he states it was celiac disease that made him question his sexuality and become “straight”?

I drove myself to the ER with a racing heart, palpitations, fever and a crushing chest pain. Turns out I wasn’t having a heart attack, I had GERD. I’m still gay. I didn’t blame my reflux on my homosexuality. I didn’t go bellyaching to god to save me.

The only religious experience I had that night, was a dream of walking down the beach with Jesus Christ, who was Jeff Spicoli from “Fast Times at Ridgemont High,” who was admonishing me for not calling a guy I had a crush on.

Clearly this guy was a few bricks short of a load and no amount of reality will save him.

Although Michale Glatze is clearly proud of himself for breaking up his relationship and turning his back on his friends and family, if I ever hear him use the word “queer” around me I will cave his head in. He has no right to use that word and he will be treated like I’d treat any other anti-gay prick.

If he and people like him are so addlebrained that they need to leave their family and friends to pursue an invisible cloud being, then let them go, we don’t need them.