Commenter A said:
In the real world, you can see it for yourself at the so-called Gay Pride events and demonstrations.To which Commenter B (who happened to be RobertaX) replied:
...but tell me, what would be our opinion of Americans of Irish descent if we judged them on the basis of participants in St. Paddy’s Day parades?...which for some reason just kicked my gigglebox over.
Damn Irish! You've seen what they do, shoving their Irishness up in my face at those parades! Pouring green beer in the river and peeing on lamp posts. Dyeing their hair green! And I've seen 'em infiltrating the schools, too! Hanging up their harmless little "St. Patrick's Day" decorations so that our children will grow up thinking it's normal to believe in leprechauns and vomit in the street. Why, last March, little Freddy came home from school and actually said "Faith and Begorrah!" Now, I don't have anything against the Irish myself, mind you. But they should keep it to themselves. I mean, even my husband and I enjoy a Guinness every now and again, but we wait 'til the kids are asleep!..And yes, I was cackling like mad as I typed that.
If you want to see some sick and depraved crap, a public party is the place to go see it, be it a gay pride parade, Freaknik in Atlanta, St. Paddy's day in Boston, Mardi Gras, Sturgis, or spring break in Panama City Beach. Which is why I generally stay away from places like that.
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I was going to chime in over there, but it just got way to crazy.
I do love people who quote "statistics" without any reference.
Generally?
I've gotten stuck in Freaknik traffic more than once back in the day.
The rest are a lot easier to avoid.
In SF, try the Bay to Breakers Race or the "How-Berkeley-Can-You-Be" festival.
see www.zombietime.com
I wouldn't let myself get marched into SF at gunpoint. It is the very nexus of evil on this planet, at least since Moscow got a Starbucks.
And alll that kerfuffle still doesn't change my conviction that 80% of the homophobes in this country just use the Bible as a handy justification for being grossed out at the idea of buttsecks.
However, they sell way more lesbian porn than the market would bear if that stuff was only bought by actual lesbians, so make of that what you will.
My grandmother was Irish, Recall that Civil War epic, Gone With The Wind? Remember Scarlett O'Hara, and her burning plantation, 'Tara'?
Tara was the seat of the Irish High Arl (high king) during the golden age of Ireland (according to one history book I read). At the time it was the largest wooden hall in Europe, and rotted to the ground about 400 A.D. Tara 'ruled' from 800 B.C. to 400 A.D. Not bad, for a continuous, stable government, 1200 years.
I stumbled on this while looking for lyrics in a kid's recorder book, "The Harp That Once Through Tara's Halls". The song turned out to be a rabble-rouser, written to make the Irish rebel against the British in the 19th century. Some past for a kid's tune, huh?
And Ireland gave us Anne McCaffrey, a favored author of mine. And James Stewart, he was a pretty good guy.
I dare you to look at the and then try to compare that to green dye in the river and pissing on a lampost.
Give the homos an inch and they'll shove it up their ass. In public.
Just remember. 97.3% of unreferenced statistics are complete bullshit.
Yup. I had my fingers aallll ready for a really wordy "what the fuck?", and then that little voice in the back of my head said You'll be sorry if you do.
The voice has a really annoying "I told you so" tone, so I decided to pay heed for once.
Envisioning the gay people I know plotting to tear down society from the bottom up is just way too funny a vision to contemplate without spoiling, anyway.
Reno Sepulveda,
looks like pictures from Mardi Gras, only with guys.
Of course, if those pictures showed girls going down on guys, you'd be standing in line to pay your $19.99 to Girls Gone Wild to take a look...
The world is populated by a lot of people doing some pretty wierd things to one another/hairbrushes/goats/lamp posts, and I frankly, don't care. Even if you do so in public, asd long as I don't have to actually watch.
Do any ofthe above to a child, on the other hand, and I'll introduce you to Mr Fry Daddy.
Brad,
Ard Righ actually is High King, not Arl. Yep Tara in County Meath was the seat of the Ard Righ.
Though sadly the Hill of Tara is now covered in sheep poop.
The best part about the Irish?
Stealing their Lucky Charms.
(More seriously, occasionally here in Portland some Red idiots will decide that the best way (?) to drum up public support for their cause is to make downtown grind to a halt.
Sometimes they even deliberately try to stop traffic on Interstate 5.
Evidently nobody's pointed out to them that all this does is make ordinary folk hate them with incendiary fury - even those who would otherwise be sympathetic.)
OK, let's play Guess the Venue:
"Excuse me. I know we're strangers, but I couldn't help noticing your engorged penis on this public street, it being noon and all. Do you mind if I suck your exposed penis in the middle of this street in broad daylight until you ejaculate on my face?"
A gay pride parade means naked men, spontaneous public masturbation, anal sex, oral sex, and live bondage shows. I can't see comparing that to green beer and some guy pissing on a lamp post, or a drunk chick flashing a crowd of guys.
...Look, ya go to a freak show, you're going to see freaks. The Irish aren't all loud, sloppy, marching drunks, either; and that was my point.
Do creepy people do creepy things? They do; and it's a shame when they do it in public. But when you judge a quiet spinster (lesbian) accountant or my former neighbors (hearty men, who worked on cars in their back yard and never lounged about naked; at least not outdoors and they kept their shades drawn) by what they people in one of the most sexually-explicit of cities do at one of the most ranchy, wide-open events, well, gee, I have to wonder: would you have us thinking all Christians are like Maranist monks or Jerry Falwell?
Dude. I used to live in New Orleans, which, for the South, had a pretty big gay population. So much so that for parts of downtown, we had a Lavender Line, and beyond that was Oz.
During Mardi Gras, the ONLY difference between Oz and the rest of the Quarter- and every available outlying area- was which arrangement of genders was doing the offering and the sucking. By the numbers, the vast majority of the cocksuckers were straight women.
Hetero, homo, and bi look pretty much the same behaving badly or behaving well, once you've watched enough of it.
I'm just against public nudity. Whatever happens behind closed doors isn't my business.
San Francisco's problem is the number of mentally deranged people living in the city.
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