Like Ann And Gays: He, Too, Was All About The Fashion

White Power. Black Power. Grrrl Power. Gay Power. Whatever's next. It doesn't matter what they put before the word "power," they're all striving hypocritical assholes to me, slithering around, trying to exploit anyone they can. I've been watching it my whole life:

These post-'70s Eldridge Cleaver types will say anything, but in the end, have always stood for nothing more than the power to con the naive and idiotic into focusing on their privates.

We compare football, which women are especially fond of watching. The big shoulders, the tight pants (bulge-enhancing,...)...Basketball players are dressed like very unattractive women or horribly oversized children..."It's completely not sexy."

Sigh. "Sexy". Yes, that's what professor and gay rights activist Ann Althouse finds important in a discussion about sports, people.

Trying to have a discussion with these people is like living with Janet Jackson's nipple slip at the Super Bowl - completely unprompted - all the time.

(I know, I re-used this photo, but it worked,...)

That switch - turning every topic of conversation into a reason to reference (and something to be subject to) that itch in their pants - is how you know who's "spiritual" today.

Or stupid.

Whichever it is, they make me stop caring about, pretty much, anything - and pretty fast.

See, what I'm thinking is, I could be writing "Kill Whitey!" for you to read. And that would be no different from me reading a certain twice-"married" white feminist, with a gay son, discussing the worth and role of men and tradition in society. 

Of course, if anyone did see me "go black" and write "Kill Whitey!" every day, the twice-"married" white feminist with a gay son would think I was a "bad man".

(Is it just me, or do those women, above, look like three dudes in drag?)

At least, I'd be less than a "good man" like San Francisco Mayor Gavin Newsom, who is another of these *reasonable* defenders of "gay" marriage. Like Ann, he, too, is divorced (and twice "married") but was also busted for adultery with his best friend and campaign manager's wife - making him an even bigger (and better!) authority on the subject of how things should go than even Ann Althouse, who is incredulous anybody but someone like she and good ol' Gavin and her gay kid (with their hair, and pants, perpetually on fire) should call the shots:

"What a nutty set of things we're asked to believe! Who the hell is this stereotypical married man, constrained by what other people are forbidden to do? And why should his ridiculous, tenuous connection to norms carry the day? And how can obsessing over what makes him tick work to keep marriage focused on the raising of children and not on the emotional needs and desires of adults? It seems to be all about the needs and desires of adults — really ridiculous heterosexual male adults. 

Who are these people?!"

I don't know, but I do know it's impossible to have anything resembling a reasonable conversation, or a true debate, with someone who is so fucked up - so steeped in portraying any form of deviancy as anything but - the entire concept of straight upstanding men as a focus, and standard, of normalcy can seem "ridiculous" because (as the divorced, and supposedly-twice-married mother of a gay son) it centers around nothing they have cultivated.

Just like the racists of the 50s and 60s hadn't cultivated a relationship with blacks.

And, just as before, good and normal folks are trapped between the extremists. 

No, there's nothing wrong with you, Miss Ann, or "spiritual" gays - and your constant "search" for something "sexy" - it's the rest of "normal" society that has the problem:

It's been this way since the day Martin Luther King died - that's when people started listening to you Eldridge Cleaver "power" types, trying to get your little (very little) revenge on everybody for who-knows-what:

That was the point of the cod piece, all along,...