It's not love, and man—is it ever not free!
It's fun exploding liberal euphemisms. That's Chesterton for you: genius in his every comma.
‘Gay’ people are the most miserable people I’ve ever met.
Excellent post. Thanks!
I love Chesterton and consider him the Catholic C.S. Lewis. Or is Lewis the Protestant Chesterton? Either way, they were both brilliant and can say more in a single quip than most authors can in an entire book.
At Christmas, when we sing "Don we now our gay apparel," does that mean we're going in drag?
When Stephen Foster wrote "'Tis summer, the darkies are gay," did he mean that in winter they were straight?
If we're we're to "all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home," how are we supposed to feel the rest of the time?
It may be too late to salvage a good English word for which there is no real alternative, but we don't have to cooperate in the hijacking.