I went out for lunch last week, and in the parking lot was a car plastered in all kinds of LGBT crap, with a particular bumper sticker standing out - "I'm proud of my gay daughter". I go inside the restaurant, and immediately spot who I think the owner is (disheveled red-headed hag with two teens in tow) - I was right.
I really wanted to ask her if the boy with her was her son, and if so, whether or not he was gay or straight, and if straight, why no bumper sticker on her car celebrating his straightness.
I also wanted to ask if the girl with her was the gay daughter mentioned, or another daughter, and if she was not the gay daughter, why no bumper sticker of her being proud of her straight daughter.
At the same time, I didn't want to deal with a screeching harpy at my lunch time, so I kept to myself.
>At the same time, I didn’t want to deal with a screeching harpy at my lunch time, so I kept to myself.<
You’re right, of course.
The screeching harpies have done two things.
They screech and society condones it.
They screech and turns our society into sick, emasculated sheep.
The Eagle has molted, and in its place we see beings with fleece.