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. And yet, now that they have received our acceptance, many of them also demand our full admiration. There are many homosexuals whom I admire for their intellect — Oscar Wilde, Robert Dessaix, and Stephen Fry immediately spring to my mind, not because they have pointed out their sexuality but others — and who don't demand from us that we admire them for their sexuality, unlike those who are prancing down Oxford Street.
Those who are prancing down Oxford Street advertise their behaviour as "normal" and demand that we accept it, all in the name of political correctness, a doctrine, fostered by a delusional, illogical minority, and promoted by mainstream media, which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a piece of shit by the clean end.
So, 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."
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