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Archive for February 11th, 2010

The Ballad of Reading Fail

Posted by scott on February 11th, 2010

You may remember RenewAmerica mainstay Bryan Fischer, who’s been ranting about sodomites and Musselmen for far longer than this blog has been in business. But in today’s wingnut world, quality, craftsmanship, and experience don’t mean much, not when a hungry young up-and-coming crank like Tom Tancredo can publicly demand a return to literacy tests and the poll tax, forcing an established tradesman like Bryan to match the rhetorical mark-up by calling for the mass imprisonment of gay men and lesbians.

Or as Bill S. put it in a message, “Shorter Bryan Fischer: We could eliminate a whole bunch of pesky civil rights laws by simply putting the people they’re supposed to protect in prison.”

Fortunately, this isn’t some wild eliminationist scheme pulled out of the pasty white, but pure and Adamic ass of some preacher in an Aryan Nations or Christian Identity compound in Idaho. No, according to his official bio:

Bryan Fischer is the director of Issue Analysis for Government and Public Policy at American Family Association, where he provides expertise on a range of public policy topics.

By “public policy topics” he means teh gayz! and by “expertise” he means “a willingness to fantasize on the internet about reviving Martin Sherman’s play Bent, but this time as a reality series.”

Bryan has been married to his bride, Debbie, for 32 years

And as you can imagine, she’s dying to get out of that wedding dress.

…and they have lived in Idaho since 1980.

And how nice for Bryan that he got in on the ground floor of that whole “relocate to Idaho” movement that was so popular with certain white Christians in the 80s and 90s, since I imagine the fortified compounds were still reasonable.

I guess the only other biographical items we should note before going on is that Bryan is the host of an American Family Association-sponsored talk radio program for various down-market and low wattage AM stations, and he bears an eerie resemblance to Peter Graves in Airplane!

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“Have you ever seen a grown man naked?”

Laws proscribing homosexual conduct can be found in the Middle Assyrian Law Codes dating back to 1075 BC. To my knowledge, the Middle Assyrians have never been part of the vast, right-wing conspiracy, which gives the lie to the myth that only blue-nosed prudes who believe in the Judeo-Christian tradition have ever found fault with sodomy.

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Yes, the Assyrians of 3000 years ago were known for their leftist politics, and their surviving steles and tablets are littered with feminist boilerplate like “a man may strike his wife, pull her hair, her ear he may bruise or pierce. He commits no misdeed thereby.” Still, I’m a little confused; usually folks like Bryan insist that the Ten Commandments are the only body of laws we ought to heed, since they’re the basis for all Western jurisprudence; unfortunately, they don’t have anything to say about homosexuality, so the American Family Association is forced to bring in a ringer from the pagan league.

“Justice Pazuzu issues a well-argued dissent from the Court’s ruling in Lawrence v. Texas, and condemns you all to be devoured by locusts!”

Every state in the Union at the time of the Founding had laws which made homosexual behavior illegal. In fact, that noted icon of the left, Thomas Jefferson, wrote a law for the state of Virginia that mandated castration as punishment for two men apprehended for male-to-male friskiness.

By a strange coincidence, that’s the same punishment the Assyrian penal code called for in the 10th century B.C. We’ve come a long way, Baby.

Sodomy was a felony offense in all 50 states as recently as 1962, and was still a felony in the other 49 states ten years later.

Meanwhile, miscegenation was still outlawed in only 22 states, meaning that while blacks could marry white people in over half the country, they couldn’t legally ass fuck them.

Still today, 12 states have sodomy statutes on the books, although our meek acquiescence to judicially activist rulings from the Supreme Court have rendered those unenforceable.

Sixteen states had anti-miscegenation laws on the books which were rendered unenforceable by Loving v. Virginia and your meek acquiescence. Just when are you going to get around to lynching the corpse of Earl Warren, anyway? People are beginning to talk.

By the way, it’s silly to criticize a law just because it’s old and antiquated. The First Amendment has been around for 219 years, and I don’t hear anybody saying we’ve got to get rid of it because it’s so out of date. The issue is not how old a law is but how right it is.

Very true, which is why we should seek guidance from the ancient Assyrians about modern abortion policy, too. Under the old law, if a man punched a married woman and caused her to lose her fetus, he was forced to pay “two talents of lead,” but if a woman merely experienced a miscarriage, she was crucified and her corpse left out to picked at by vultures. And since, as we will shortly see, Bryan believes that any law that was once a law is still a law, there’s no reason we can’t immediately adopt the same common sense approach to social issues as practiced by our polytheistic, Bronze Age forefathers.

The fact remains, however, that in nearly 25% of the states in the Union, sodomy is still in the criminal code as illegal behavior.

And puppet shows and oral sex are illegal in Indiana, especially when you combine them. What’s your point?

This raises the question, then, as to whether sodomy laws should be, or legitimately have been, repealed just because they are rarely enforced.

The answer to this is a clear and unequivocal “No.”

Hopefully Doghouse Riley can flush those marionettes before the cops break down his door.

Think for a moment of the current social controversies that could potentially be avoided if homosexual conduct was still against the law.

Exactly! Global climate change — well, no. But health care reform…Hm. What about the budget deficit? Financial sector bonuses? Clean energy? Mountaintop mining regulations? How about “shovel-ready stimulus?” C’mon, that sounds a little gay…!

Gays in the military: problem solved. We shouldn’t make a place for habitual felons in the armed forces.

Well, it’s a bit late, since 12% of new Army recruits in 2007 had criminal records (presumably for sodomy, since most young people have had oral sex, or gone parachuting with an unmarried woman on a Sunday). But while I’m not actually surprised that military life is so attractive to homosexuals — it certainly worked for the Macedonians and the Janissaries — I am wondering where, with so many gay men in the Army, the next generation of Catholic priests is going to come from.

End of discussion, end of controversy.

Except not everyone would agree with your assertion that simply because an overturned law remains on the books, it remains a law. Perhaps you could lead by example, and hunt down a few fugitive slaves.

If someone objects, ask them which other felonies the military ought to overlook in screening recruits.

Nowadays? Not many.

Gay marriage: problem solved. We should never legalize unions between any two people when the union is forged specifically to engage in felony behavior.

Dude, even before Lawrence, gay sex was only a misdemeanor. In Texas.
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“Do you like movies about gladiators?”

Would we sanction, for instance, the formation of a corporation whose stated purpose was to import illegal drugs?

No, I’m pretty sure the CIA would object to the competition.

Gay indoctrination in the schools: problem solved. We don’t want to raise a generation of schoolchildren to believe that felony behavior is perfectly appropriate. That’s why we spend so much money warning students about the danger of drugs.

But what do we do about those people who claim they were born drug users?

Q: When did you first suspect you were a heroin addict, Bobby?

A: Oh, I’ve known since I was five. I remember, whenever my mother would leave the house, I’d dress up in tie-dye and sing Janis Joplin songs into a hairbrush in front of the mirror.

Hate crimes laws: problem solved.

We just legalize hate!

We wouldn’t throw a pastor in jail for saying that illegal behavior is not only illegal but also immoral.

Although throwing him into a prison shower room full of gay men is not only fair but also funny.

For instance, he’s free to say that murder is not only contrary to man’s law but also to God’s law. End of the threat to freedom of religion and speech.

If we can just get him to shut up about the Negroes…

Special rights for homosexuals in the workplace: problem solved. No employer should be forced to hire admitted felons to work for him. End of the threat to freedom of religion and freedom of association in the marketplace.

I used to work for a English woman who was married to a Jamaican, but under your innovative theory of jurisprudence she wasn’t technically my boss, so I made all those photocopies for nothing!

This list could actually be extended…

I’m looking at you, Brown v. Board of Education

The promos for the old movie “American Graffiti” asked the question, “Where were you in ’62?”

I’m guessing your answer is, “under a conical hood.”

If the same question were asked about the United States, we’d have to answer: in a much better, saner and healthier place when it comes to criminal sexual conduct.

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“Joey…Have you ever been in a Turkish prison?”

I’ve Been To Paradise, But I’ve Never Been To Meme

Posted by Maryc on February 11th, 2010

There are many hazards to living in West Hollywood. Traffic, marauding hordes of paparazzi trying to catch Paris Hilton driving around with no panties in an effort, one presumes, to let her vagina air dry (less chapping — are you with me, ladies?). And then there’s neighbors who blast the gayest songs ever made (I actually think that’s title of a KTel album), making the hallway sound like Danceteria in 1982; which would be fine, if I was better supplied with amyl nitrate.

Recently, our fabulous neighbor has been spinning one song in particular, and lustily belting along to it: Charlene’s I’ve Been To Paradise (But I’ve Never Been To Me).

Facing this early 80’s earworm day after day finally forced me to do something drastic–I googled it and found the complete lyrics to the song, which couldn’t be released in full at the time of it’s recording, because the spoken word bridge was considered “too feminist.”.

Let me tell you, if this song is “too feminist”, then Phyllis Schafly is another Sojourner Truth.

I bring you:

I’ve Been To Paradise (But I’ve Never Been To Me)

Hey lady, you lady
cursing at your life
you’re a discontented mother
and a regimented wife
I have no doubt
you dream about the things you never do
but I wish someone had talked to me like I wanna talk to you

Yes, I wish someone had stopped me and crushed my dreams of independence as I am about to do for you right now.

Oh, I’ve been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run
Took the hand of a preacher man
and we made love in the sun

Okay. Is the “Paradise” thing coming up pretty soon? Because I’ve seen some “preacher” men, and I don’t think making love to them would be anywhere close to paradise, especially if you end up with a sunburn on your naughty parts.

But I ran out of places and friendly faces
Because I had to be free

And because I was run out of town for having sex with Jimmy Swaggart in the sun.


I’ve been to paradise but I’ve never been to me…

I’ve been to paradise and I’ve been to me. Paradise was much nicer. I would stick with that.

Please lady please lady
don’t just walk away
Cause I have this need to tell you
why I’m all alone today

Oh, man! I hate when hobos follow you!*

I can see so much of me
still living in your eyes
won’t you share a part
of a weary heart that has lived a million lives

Yes, I can still see a spark of life in your eyes. Let me extinguish it now!

Oh, I’ve been to Nice and the isle of Greece
when I sipped champagne on a yacht
I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo
and showed them what I’ve got

Okay. So far, this paradise thing seems pretty darn good. If she’s trying to dissuade this poor woman, she’s doing a terrible job at it.

I’ve been undressed by kings
and I’ve seen some things that a woman ain’t s’pose to see
I’ve been to paradise but I’ve never been to me…

Ah. The woman who’s been undressed by kings is gettin’ all folksy on us. And what are these things that a “woman ain’t s’pose to see”? The inside of a voting booth? A job application? The sun?

Now, this next part is the part that was cut out of the original song when it was released, because it was “too feminist”:

(spoken) Hey, you know what paradise is?
It’s a lie
a fantasy we created about people and places
as we like them to be
but you know what truth is?
it’s that little baby you’re holding
and it’s that man you fought with this morning
the same one you are gonna make love to tonight
that’s truth that’s love

First of all, I didn’t realize Sarah Palin was a song writer. Seriously, this entire part makes no sense. And on whose planet is holding a baby and arguing (then making up) with your husband considered “too feminist”?

sometimes I’ve been to crying for unborn children
that might have made me complete
but I, I took the sweet life
I never knew I’d be bitter from the sweet

You’ve “been to crying for unborn children”? Where is that on a map? Oh! I see! It’s on I-95, just past the Stuckey’s and the Preemie Outlet Mall.

I spent my life exploring
the subtle whoreing
that cost to much to be free
hey lady I’ve been to paradise
but I’ve never been to me…

And now the truth of the matter comes out. She was a whore. A “subtle” one, but a whore all the same. This “too feminist” song has just equated being unmarried and free as the same thing as being a prostitute. I feel so empowered, now.

I’ve been to paradise but I’ve never been to me…

Yeah, well, lady. You know what? I’ve been to paradise, too. Several times in the same night, in fact, but I’ve never wanted to sing about it to a random, depressed housewife on the street. Hey! I guess that means I really haven’t been to me! And I never will. You’re welcome, random depressed housewife on the street. You’re welcome.

 

*fasciniating song tidbit-this song was originally intended for a male singer, who sang it from the point of view of a homeless man begging for a dime for a cup of coffee, addressing a younger man who is “raising hell” the way the old man “used to do” I would pay money to see the original lyrics as written for a man.