Why has gassing about gaydom become all the rage?
I heard Willie Nelson’s gay cowboy song on Sirius radio Tuesday night as I was driving to dinner at the Karaoke Queen’s house. I’m a big Willie Nelson fan. Willie, not Bob Dylan, is the great songwriter of our generation.
The song is OK. It’s a story. I’ve never been much interested in Willie’s politics. Why in the hell would I be interested in the politics of any musician? At one point in the song, Willie asserts that cowboys who show an interest in other cowboys are likely to get shot. No, Willie, they’re not. That’s a load of crap. Listening to Willie don his halo and accuse other men... well, we all act like assholes sometimes, don’t we? Even Willie Nelson.
I am bored to death with the gay worship. Have been for a long time. This crap has degenerated down to the level of a junior high school clique drowning in self congratulation. No, gays aren’t more interesting than straights. No, gay life isn’t incredibly witty, clever, campy and sainted. Well, not any more so than straight life.
I found Ann Coulter’s Oscar predictions just about on point. I also haven’t seen a single one of the movies nominated for the Oscars. Why bother? I won’t pay ten bucks to sit through an evening of politically correct propaganda. Maybe I’ll watch these leftist agit-prop tracts when I can see them for free on TV.
The status war over who’s more tearfully tolerant of gays is an atrocious bore. Isn’t it about time to move on to something else? Readers, are you tired of the gay worship?
UPDATE: For a good laugh, read this Mark Steyn lampoon of trendy, politically correct Hollywood foolishness.
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