Some crazy Canadian women dropped some ink to rain on gay prides parades. The Right wing “Real Women of Canada” took to their Reality magazine to offer us this: “Gay Pride Parades are Past Their Prime”. It’s Grade-A!
Note that the gals adhere to American presidential candidate Mike Huckabee’s queer chronology. A taste:
Homosexual activists have played it both ways. On the one hand, they argue they are just like everyone else. They love deeply and permanently and want to marry and be parents, living out their lives just like heterosexuals do…Yet, on the other hand, they are “proud” of their subculture, which was established in the 1970’s and 1980’s, as exemplified by the gay pride parades where men dress like and pretend to be women and vice versa.
The unlady like ladies go on to call gays “vain and foolish” and also criticize parading politicians: “[They display] their lack of discernment: they fail to understand what the parade is really about – exhibitionism and narcissism promoting…a deadly form of sexuality.”
Lone Ranger and Tonto
When you live near the Hell-berta/Montana border, you get to realize that these fascists and shitkickers on both sides of the border are alike.
All the christofascist bastards have their Canadian offices in Alberta. Our guys have buddies in Canada who support the same bullshit.
The difference, though, is that in Montana, you have no rights, and in Alberta, those bastards HAVE to allow us to get married.
Oh, that all straights are married and stay that way, and that none of them live lives like Heffner is also another bullshit story these women have.
qjersey
Oh yeah the lesbians are just dropping like flies because of their sexuality. Same old tired argument with the same old holes you could drive a truck through.
kamasutrajones
Guess it’s not all as wonderful in Canada as most Americans looking to flee would like. Probably because all they see is Toronto, Montreal, and Vancouver, forgetting there’s a big huge country in between.
Ken
Speaking of old holes you’d like to drive a truck through . . .