October 20, 2014
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As a person who truly believes in “live and let live” up until the point where someone shows no reciprocal respect for my wish to be left alone and unmolested, it matters not to me that Houston Mayor Annise Parker resembles anti-Islamist Dutch politician Geert Wilders in drag. It is none of my business that she once ran a gay/lesbian bookshop with an alleged woman who calls herself Pokey Anderson. I wouldn’t waste one T cell fretting over the fact that in January she finally married her “partner” of nearly 25 years, a decidedly uncomely specimen of the fairer sex named Kathy Hubbard. It is not mine to reason why this high-powered pair of white vagitarians adopted three children, all of them black.
But I do sense a pattern here. Both in her private practices and public actions, the stench of fanatical minoritarianism wafts so strongly from Annise Parker’s body, I can smell it all the way here in Georgia, and yea, it is an odor that exudes intolerance.
It is no little irony that a prominent, er, “alternatively sexualized” member of the Democratic Party”whose members currently scoff at the idea that voter fraud even exists”sits squatting at the helm of a situation where an alleged two-thirds of petition signatures were dismissed outright as fraudulent. It also sends uncomfortable burning sensations up and down my perineum to witness the specter of a lesbian activist prying into the spoken and written words of religious believers whose sacred scriptures dictate that lesbianism is an abomination before the Lord. In her quest to ensure that a microscopic minority of individuals don”t feel inconvenienced using restrooms that their biological equipment and DNA would suggest they should use, Annise Parker seems not to care one witless whit that she’s making large swaths of her constituency severely uncomfortable at having to share toilets with members of the opposite sex. Why, it’s almost as if Joseph Stalin and Sappho decided to put their differences aside and have a baby.
Until convinced otherwise, I will continue to believe that “rights” can only be taken and never given. I will also continue to suspect that the struggle over these illusory and unquantifiable “rights” has nothing to do with freedom and is instead a battle over power. I should be used to it by now, but it continues to depress me when I observe the formerly “oppressed” morphing into despots the moment they get their claws on the whip handle. In the person of Annise Parker, the new boss is once again the same as the old boss”only this time she has a hag-faced wife and three kids that aren”t her own.
