Why can’t liberals be like the majority of us instead of constantly stamping their patent leathers and fluffing their tu-tus?
They kvetch all day until their fatigued tongues threaten to go on strike. Strike? Ah, a liberal weapon of destruction.
Whenever you are exhausted from having been in a sunny mood longer than usual, randomly call up a Frankie Bruni essay in The New York Times. Recent or dated, matters not.
Frankie’s unremitting anger – because he came out gay — makes the Persian ayatollah du jour and P.U. Putin look like Middle Western cheerleaders for their hometown Optimist Club.
He started out furious at his native Catholic church for refusing to worship him as a symbol of gay superiority. Maybe he wanted to wed a priest.
Frankie is of an age where “mature years” is how he commonly is described.
As you know, the loudest mouths (but not the most representative) in the gay community preach that the gay lifestyle is the coolest membership card since Eve and Adam organized the predecessor to Culver City’s Garden Club.
It vexes Frankie’s unsoothable hot head that mature people who never have married usually – not always – should not be trusted with responsibilities. That is because they are newcomers to the game.
Frankie’s weekly outburst this time was to extend his overemployed tongue in the faces of smart Houston voters. These discerning Texans – is that a superfluity? — recently rejected a controversial initiative known as Ain’t Transgenders Just Like You and Me, Murgatroyd?
However, the measure was an underhanded attempt to seduce fellow liberals, America’s least informed, least attentive voters.
The typical Democrat seldom advances past the first 12 words in a ballot measure.
The greasy Ain’t Transgenders initiative looked reasonable if you read only the opening gambit – transgenders should be treated with meticulous fairness, as if they were mainstream Americans.
With victimology spreading faster than a grownup disease, the initiative seemed like a shrug — until you reached the part slippery liberals sought to slide through:
- Transgenders may use any public restroom they desire at the moment – men’s, women’s or oh, them’s.
Houstonians, being sensible, said no chance. The lifestyle they understand. Abuse of the lifestyle, however, is a no-fly zone.
Frankie, the gay embarrassment to serious lifestylers, stamped his patent leathers. Instinctively, he rolled his eyes and called traditional Houston voters naughty names. How mature.
