I love a good nap. Sometimes it's the only thing that gets me out of bed in the morning. This afternoon I fell asleep on the old sofa on the verandah with the radio still playing. Then I woke up again and heard four people discussing their messed-up family affairs.
A woman's voice said, "My parents came to visit. My partner told them that she ..." I didn't care about what she said; all I heard was the personal pronoun. Then a male voice chipped in, "It was the same with my partner. He said ..." Again, all I heard was the personal pronoun.
That was two out of four participants in a family discussion on ABC Radio National being queer! Surely, that is not representative of our nation, so why push it down our throats? They are, like Muslims, only a tiny percentage of our population, and yet, like with Muslims, we are expected to adjust our lives to their totally different way of life.
Homosexuality is not normal. A man kissing another man is not normal. A man wanting to be treated like a woman is not normal. Before their professional associations were taken over by outside pressure and internal subversion, every psychiatrist treated it as a mental illness which comes from early childhood sexual or emotional trauma.
And it's all shoved down our throats in the name of political correctness, a doctrine, fostered by a delusional, illogical minority, and promoted by mainstream media, including the ABC, which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a piece of shit by the clean end.
And to all those shining wits who wouldn't recognise a spoonerism if it hit them in the face, I say, "Get a life" or, better still, "Get a job". And to the ABC, I say, "Please be more representative of Australian society."
