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After the recent massive electoral loss by the Republican Party, it is amusing to see a suddenly embattled battalion of apparent winners reeling because, in the midst of hoisting He Who Is Without Sin to his rightful throne, they lost an oh-by-the-way fight over Prop. 8 and traditional marriage.
Fueled by the darnedest amount of verbal and written hatred fired in public demonstrations since the last time the Klan rode, the bully boys from the gay community are violating the first commandment in emerging from a hole — stop digging.
Surely they will lose the public relations war, won’t they?
It is not a bulletin that 48 of the 50 states do not permit “gay marriages.” Only Connecticut and Massachusetts, politically incidental to America, approve of same-sex “marriage.” The bully boys are rioting because their attempt to cast it as a civil right in California blew up in their faces.
If you live in the neighborhood of my age, you may remember the early 1950s when California gays staged monthly sit-ins and riots because Sacramento did not allow gay marriage?
Bingo. I don’t remember them, either, because they never happened. Gay marriage? Are you kidding? This is another one of those phony social constructs, right alongside “Palestinian rights,” a hate-mongering construct dreamed up in the early ‘60s when certain Arab leaders correctly estimated this was an issue that would resonate with a world that has little use for Jews.
Aside from being unbelievably wrong to react as vulgarly as they have in the face of a square and fair democratic walloping, the bully boys of the gay community are pursuing a policy that only could have been thought up by someone who wants them to lose the race for public opinion.
Hatred Probably Not a Winner
Aiming vile rockets of hatred into the innocent, unsuspecting faces of sincerely religious people is tantamount to spitting on them, which is a public relations disaster unless the judge who thought up an exception last spring still has not been captured.
Indeed, the unemployed bully boys, without even trying, have nearly all major newspapers and every liberal politician in America mopping gay brows with their always-handy sympathy rags.
Just as with the runup to the Obama coronation, observing gays go berserk is like watching one of America’s most vicious thugs treated to a ticker-tape parade.
Which Crutch Are They Using?
Whether driven by alcohol, drugs or a lifetime of despising those who are different, the bully boys are committing self-flagellation.
In a way, I can hardly blame them.
Egged on by virtually all of the media gods, the bully boys must feel like the horrified robber emerging from a bank with a satchel full of stash, only to find a cheering crowd greeting him at the door.
The media gods are behaving as unprofessionally, as boorishly, as dishonestly, as incuriously as they did in steering the Obama horse to victory.
Crowd Falls Short? So What
Major gay demonstrations were scheduled across the land on Saturday to protest the victory for Prop. 8. As Saturday approached, the gay community of Los Angeles was excitedly tapping its anxious feet as if the election were going to be re-staged, as if the 52 percent to 48 percent victory of the affirmation of traditional marriage proposition were going to be flicked away like so much dust.
However, the crowd fell 75 percent short of gay community forecasts. Oops.
The Los Angeles Times and The New York Times and other newspapers are playing the daily protests as if a fresh war has been declared instead of these stale, tiresome, recycled and childish pranks.
Yesterday’s L.A. Times’ coverage of the deflated demonstration sounded as if the story had been essayed by protest organizers.
One scant, buried sentence was devoted to the badly shrunken crowd. In the next sentence, so as not to embarrass its gay constituents, the Times quotes a faceless protestor who triumphantly calls the crowd “pretty amazing.”
Three pictures accompany the story. A crowd shot is designed to impress readers with its massiveness. A photo of demonstrators portrays them as freshly scrubbed angelic boys and girls skipping along to a Sunday School picnic.
And then there is the third photo, the only one carrying an identity. The lone subject is of a traditional marriage counter-protestor. He is in a pose that would even embarrass his enemies., which seems to be the point of the Times’ breathless, hour-by-hour coverage. This is called managing the news.
