I hate San Francisco to the depths of Hell on which it rests. The 8.5 Magnitude earthquake can’t come soon enough for me.
Hey San Francisco, YOU ARE BROKE! How about putting that queer parade money into the shattered streets I drove over for 7 years straight. How about putting that dyke parade money into removing the junkie bums from the beautiful parks and plazas I paid to build with my tax money — the children are too afraid to use them because the freely defecating junkie bums scare the children away.
A pox on San Francisco. Let it burn to the ground again. You are the Sodom and Gomorrah of modern America America. You should be razed and your fields sowed with salt.
And to top it off, I will NEVER get used to seeing two hairy backed faggots in leather butt open chaps kissing. NEVER.
If gay rights were put to a vote right now, I would put you queers back in the closet where you belong.
You asked not to be persecuted and we complied.
You asked not to be ridiculed and we complied.
You asked not to be discriminated and we complied.
But it wasn’t enough. You want preference. You demand acceptance. Today you want marriage and tomorrow you will demand preference in adoption.
Screw all of you demented degenerates. Crawl back to the rear of the closet you sick degenerate freaks. We gave you everything you asked for and I knew, I KNEW YOU WOULD NEVER BE SATISFIED, until you are put on a pedestal as the shining apex of man you think you deserve to be. You won’t be happy until each of you men has a harem of young boys to service you.
The 9.0 magnitude quake can’t come soon enough. Let San Francisco burn to the ground. You have it coming. You freaks disgust me.