Jack Ass.
An Indiana resident didn't appreciate a recent article on gay pride: "How dare you print something in a family newspaper about these perverts! There's no pride in being gay. It's an oxymoron. These people are moral scum. They're not normal. We're normal, not them. They don't deserve a parade, let alone publicizing it." Classy! [Post-Tribune]
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Why even give this moron 15 more seconds of attention?
I am always looking for good examples to show people why gay people stay in the closet GOT ONE !!!
ew, who cares about Indiana. It's public knowledge that it's a bigoted shitty state.
It really is quite disgusting that he thinks that.
Sadly, hate is normal.
Indian - proof that hell is full and the dead are walking the Earth.
Ugh! Indiana of course.
Straights burn in hell
I think I slept with him…
Heh…"They don't deserve a parade!" sounds SO childish. Such a tantrum over other peoples' business, really!
Indiana is typical of all states. On June 5, 2008, fly from New York City to Indianapolis and arrive on
June 5, 1998. Drive from Indianapolis to say Richmond, Terre Haute, Ft. Wayne, or Evansville and
arrive June 5, 1988. Then drive to Brazil, Rushville, Valparaiso, St. Croix and arrive on June 5, 1978. You can keep doing this until your arrive in truly rural Indiana on June 5, 1888.
All states are alike, just change the place names !
That's my hometown. I guess I'm just surprised that living in NY for so long can make me forget how much hate is actually there. And as much as I would love to see a successful Pride Parade happen, I'm concerned that a gathering of gay people in Gary might attract some angry homophobes. I can't help but think it'll end in a rather large bashing. Sad.
Al, I've rewritten a song, just for you!
(To the tune of "Gary, Indiana" from THE MUSIC MAN)
REDNECK, Indiana!
What an appropriate name,
Named for some jerk of absolutely no fame.
REDNECK, Indiana, as a Shakespeare would say,
staggers along bluntly on the tongue this way–
REDNECK, Indiana, REDNECK Indiana, REDNECK, Indiana,
Let me say it once again.
REDNECK, Indiana, REDNECK, Indiana, REDNECK, Indiana,
That's the town from which you flew away when.
If you'd like to have a logical explanation
How I happened on this elegant syncopation,
I will say without a moment of hesitation
There is just one place
That DOES NOT LIGHT your face.
REDNECK, Indiana,
REDNECK, Indiana,
Not Louisiana, Paris, France, New York, or Rome, but–
REDNECK, Indiana,
REDNECK, Indiana,
REDNECK, Indiana,
The place you fled in order to find
a real home sweet home.
(Now before y'all yell at me for picking on poor people or something, I just want you to know that I am from a little crappy bit of nowhere in western pennsylvania (don't live there now), so I know rednecks, sadly.)