I live in a nice neighbourhood, a place where wholesome american children ride their shiny new bicycles up and down the street past perfectly manicured lawns, a place where old glory sits out front in every yard blowing gently in the refreshing breeze of freedom.
Now I can hear you less patient readers saying "yeah so what?"
Well let me paint a little vision of this same street for you, if the gayasexuals are allowed to participate in sodomistic parodies of our sacred act of american marriage.
Firstly, there will be no nicely manicured lawns, ohhh no, its a well known fact that all brokebacks are extremely promiscuous and are constantly at it like knives. you think the "husband" will have the time or indeed the inclination to pull himself out of his "wife" and get out the mower?
secondly, do you think you will hear the carefree laughter of non gay children in this neighbourhood of the damned?
Let me tell you you won't, because my friends its been proven in medical textbooks that sperm bandits are medically incapable of producing children. medically incapable!!
And furthermore its a well known fact these assophiles are constantly petioning congress to allow children as young as six to be eligible for same sex unions!!
Now thirdly and I think more importantly, do you think you would see the stars and stripes sitting out proudly
on this street of Hilary's dreams?
Of course not and I'll tell you why dear reader, if you take any dictionary in the free world and look up the term gayasexual you will see as I did that the alternative meaning to this word is communist, that's right that "lovely" couple who run the local florists are dyed in the wool one hundred per cent card carrying reds.
So next time up pass by that quaint little florist shop and consider going in, just stop and think about what kinda neighbourhood you want to live in and if you like me prefer my street to mrs clintons, boycott those vile perverts and maybe even get a few friends together to raise a petition to remove this pink cancer from our streets.
cheerio, till next time readers.