The political tyrants and raving lunatics who think it’s their mission on Earth to tell people how to live their lives and only love certain people, dress a particular way and teach children their narrow-minded agenda with no thought given to reality, creativity, or individual rights of expression…I’ve had it with you.
Yes, this does have to do with a road race; trust me, I’m getting there.
A few months back, I signed up for a Pride 5K. It’s part of Pride Month festivities in a local city, and it was also a night race, which I had not done since my first race 40 years ago. It was also close by, so I figured it would be a good way to end the season. But did I know how much it would mean by the time the gun sounded?
My nephew came out this week. In front of TV cameras, at a school board meeting, doing what he does best; defending someone else, giving his voice to right a wrong caused by an ignoramus who thought it was just fine to impose their singular will on an entire school district. The horrible crime this person committed: the showing of a Disney film in class; a film this political peabrain had probably never seen and wouldn’t understand anyway, yet thought it was right to have an educator punished with the modern-day version of tar-and-feathers for showing it. For the record, the movie has an openly gay character in it; the teacher explained that it was not her reason for showing the film. She has since resigned and is one of 50 teachers in the district who left. The parent claimed the film was a form of indoctrination, and is facing serious backlash, with over 24,000 signatures on a petition to remove her from office.
I am proud of that young man. He will be one hell of an advocate for Pride Nation. I am afraid for him as a gay young man in a society that thinks it’s wrong to be who you are when who you are does not bother anyone else. I am afraid for him to be who he is when a so-called Christian nation tells him Jesus loves him but hates what he is. That makes no sense. How would any Bible-thumping, flag-waving, so-called God-fearing yahoo know if and how Jesus would and could discriminate? When did that conversation happen, and oh, by the way, did he have that meet-up with those dirty hands, eye-watering bad breath, and the T-shirt that reads, “Good, Bad, I’m The Guy With The Gun”?
Dearest nephew, I have your back. I will stand with Pride for you anytime. Fighting the demented denizens is everyone’s job. Because you never know who their next target will be.
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