Gay Wrath 2023

I cannot believe the nerve of some gays. So a couple days ago, scumbag Pat Robertson finally fucking died, doing us all a favor. I re-posted the meme above on my Facebook and some of the gays on my friend list immediately poo poo’d on the sentiment.

So I guess you’re all fine with being blamed, daily, by that man for all the wrongs in the world? Being lumped in with murderers and pedophiles? Being blamed for 9/11 and climate change? I guess you are. One of the three that had something to say removed himself from my friends list and I said I was toasting the wretch’s death (which was funny considering he has “annoyed by your sensitivity” in his bio line) and the other two were removed by me. So much for trying to be friends with conservative gays.

From this point forward I’ll remove anyone else that has anything to say about me “celebrating” the death of an enemy of the gay community. One of them had the unmitigated gall to comment “never celebrate the death of anyone. It can come to your doorstep.” Considering I was orphaned at 18 and have lost quite a few friends over the years, I do not live with the naiveté that death isn’t going to happen to me or anyone else I know. I’m not stupid. Death is the fundamental aspect of the human condition, it is eventually going to happen to everyone and everything. The only unknown variables are ‘when’ and ‘how’ so maybe think before you comment such superstition. I will not apologize for the way I feel.

I’m also not naïve enough to think that people won’t have something shitty to say about me when I die. Unlike the rest of you, I expect it. Do I care? No. Let them talk.

It also pisses me off that other gays have posted the same meme or different memes with similar sentiments and not a word was posted on theirs. Guess that means I’m doing something right if these faggots think they can step to me.

Happy Pride bitches.