April 16, 2010
The unrestrained depravity of man: totalitarianism in a nutshell
By Linda Kimball
. . All decent, right-thinking people will agree that child rape is evil. However, if it is evil when wicked priests do it, then it is evil always and everywhere without exception. However, wrong-thinking, morally insane Hitchens and his sorry ilk are not in agreement with decent, right-thinking people. …evil-minded wolves in sheepskins are busily subverting and perverting youth in the name of ‘gay’ rights, but Hitchens and Dawkins are strangely silent on this subject. And what does ‘gay’ behavior really encompass anyway? All of the following: sodomy, lesbianism, bestiality, pedophilia, pederasty, coprophilia, fetishism, sadomasochism, rape, and murder. In short, everything unnatural, socially destructive, bent, criminal, and abhorrent . .
And I should know. I used to be a gay prostitute.
” . . toma, and his trouser snake with glaucoma.” That was my street schtick. “Ooooh . . the swelling!” I’d coo and giggle. “Wanna take off my paaaannts? Or smoke some grraaaaasss? That’d make it all better . . ” Oh, the evil.
And I used to do it all. Sodomy, lesbianism, bestiality, pedophilia — my trick bag was full, sailor. But my real specialty was murder. Murderin’ bug-penis-eyed toma, that’s how everybody knew me. And did I make money killing my regulars, or what? No — not what — yes! I did!
“What’s it gonna be today, buddy?”
“I’d like some rape and some pederasty. Say, 50/50?”
“Oh yeah? Well, what about a little of THIS?!”
I’d reach over and murder them. Oh man, you should’ve seen the looks on their disembodied faces. They were always completely amazed: “. . that was AWESOME!” And then I’d get a big tip, ka-ching.
“Lesbianism for me, toma.” *WHACHA*, suffocated. “UNBELIEVABLE!” Ka-ching.
“I’m a big fan of sodomy — can you insert a lighthouse up my . . ” *WHA-CHA-CHA*, legs amputated, hanging from a shower rod. “KEEEWWL . .” Cha-ching.
“Here I am, tied up like a whimpering dog in the laundry room . . ” *WHA-CHOO-CHA*, pulmonary embolism. “I’M WEEPING, JUST SHEDDING TEARS . .” Cha-chaka-ching.
Let’s see your frigging Pope do that.