Because my hands are different from 99 percent of the population, I was given sagacious counsel when I left home for the first time and went to college:

Don’t hide your hands. Don’t flaunt them.

That advice returns every time I read about the latest gay community flaunting outburst.

The first anniversary of the slaughter of 49 gays by a Muslim extremist at the Pulse nightclub in Orlando was a fresh occasion for professional gays to celebrate their closely guarded permanent victim status.

Oddly, they choose to bathe in the soothing waters of perceived victimhood instead of honoring the extraordinary progress they have made.

Call it a pathetically calculated decision by people who choose to be victims.

They want to be noticed. They vigorously chase pity rather than reminding their fellow Americans of their astounding advancements – starting with same-sex marriage.

That victim attitude is what separates them from the mainstream American community, not the fact that they are gay.

Talk about a wasted opportunity.

A reliably embedded  data element in every story about self-ordained victims almost gleefully includes “the latest alarming increase” in crime against whatever group is the victim of the day.

More lesbians and bisexual women are raped, a gay group charged, than straight women.

Hate killings of gays, it was claimed, rose 17 percent last year.

Like climate change, it seems the violence numbers are not allowed to go down.