We all know the children aren’t safe around the gays. Sadly, I’m starting to get nervous about their sexual safety when they’re in the company of non-gays as well. I’ve recently noticed heterosexual conditioning forced upon children with such blatant disregard for the innocence of youth that it made me a bit squirmy. In each instance, had a gay been involved in the conditioning – or, to step briefly into the vernacular of gay bashing, “recruiting” – the cries of child molestation would have been deafening. But since it was heterosexuals, I guess it’s just marketing.
MSN is my home page. It was the default on my computer so I’ve let it be. The stories MSN runs throughout the day at the top of the page provide a horrifying glance of what people want to know. The slide show rotation of stories a couple of weeks ago was interesting: First, the president of Egypt (he may resign, according to NBC). Then the congresswoman from Arizona (she asked for toast for breakfast and she may attend her husband’s blast-off ceremony). Then, something about American Idol. And then, this headline: Little Boy Snags Kiss from Cheerleader.
Just for the hell of it, I clicked on the “story,” which turned out to be not a story at all but a video. I didn’t watch it, but I do have a question or two. What’s up with the heterosexuals’ desire to sexualize the children? Why do they get off, clearly, on hearing or reading about children aping adults hungry for a little action? Anyhow, I did read the text that appeared below the video: This cute little guy is a future heartbreaker. See how he snags a kiss on the cheek from a cheerleader at a high school basketball game. There's something for everyone in that one: a high school cheerleader and a pre-pubescent boy. Early stage MILF inclinations, perhaps?
This sort of perversion must be popular, though, because MSN was at it again this week with another video, this one of a little girl. The headline: Watch: You want to marry this kid when she grows up? Your heart might be broken until she gets one thing first. Holy Lolita, I thought as I clicked on through and ended up at an even creepier headline: LITTLE GIRL NEEDS A JOB: This adorable 5-year-old girl sure seems to have her mind made up: She’s not getting married until she lands a job.
That’s some sick shit. Why are five-year-olds making up their minds about anything? Why are five-year-olds even able to articulate – even if they’re coached – the tired back-and-forth about career vs. family? Why are five-year-olds presented as potential marriage material? What on earth goes through the mind of someone who sees a story like that and posts it on her Facebook page because it’s “so cute”? And who is doing the coaching? The parents? Does encouraging a little girl to tart it up on video and then share it with the world via the Internet constitute child abuse? It’s a fair question, I think. And when do I get to vote to eradicate the heterosexual community’s agenda to inflict its lifestyle on me and my friends and neighbors? And my nieces, and my nephews? How long will it be before this sort of nonsense is forced down everyone’s throat – I love hearing conservatives use expressions like that so much that I cannot help using it myself – in the … schools?
When I was flying back to Oregon recently I sat behind a woman with an adorable baby. Before we took off she jostled him around a bit. He looked at me over the back of her seat and we smiled at each other for a few minutes. Then, as we took off, she nursed him and he slept in the empty seat beside her until we landed in Portland. As we were standing in the aisle waiting to get off the plane, he smiled at me again over his mother’s shoulder and I smiled back. I was flattered that he appeared to remember our smiley fest that happened before his nap – an eternity, I would think, in baby time. Then his mother held him up in the air a bit and I got a good look at the onezee he was wearing, which said, Mama’s New Man. Which made me wonder, of course, what had happened to the old man. And am I the only one who gets a bit queasy thinking about Mama not only trading in her husband – her sex partner, presumably – for an infant but for being so proud of it that she adorns her baby boy with what amounts to a banner announcement?
I immediately categorized the mother as trailer trash (I’m sorry, sort of, but really). Then I started wondering about the person who bought the outfit. Someone saw the words Mama’s New Man at a store or in a catalogue or on a Web site and thought, ahhhhh. I wonder what people said when it was held up for all to admire at the baby shower. “Oh honey,” I can imagine Trailer Granny crowing at the celebration of her daughter's ability to breed, “that’s adorable.” And what company would manufacture and sell such merchandise? Does it have to pay royalties to Freud’s people? But most disturbing, to me, what about the baby? What if at some point in his teen years – his early teen years, preferably, before the inevitability of body hair – he succumbs to the relentless gay agenda, rejects his role as Mama’s New Man and becomes, instead, Daddy’s New Man? Where do we go to find a t-shirt to commemorate that situation?
