Re: It\'s OK Ozarkjeep, we\'re fine.
The last time I looked, this was still America, and every single soul here has the God given right to think... and say exactly what they think.
I spent six years in the military protecting that right, and all of the other rights you have here in America.
If you don't like some, or all of the current political structure, vote. If you don't vote, you have no right to bitch.
There is no accounting for taste, or in many cases, the lack of taste.
I don't care what adults do in their homes. I don't care what opinions others might have.
They have the right to spout any thing that comes to mind.
I have the right NOT to have to listen to it.
In 1995, I was trying to find a house in the Fla. Keys for a reasonable price
(reasonable price is an oxymoron in the Keys).
My girlfriend and I went to a restaurant to have Thanksgiving dinner.
Four Queers came in and set down behind us just about the time our food came. They were obviously two 'couples'.
Their conversation almost immediately rolled around to bleeding rectal infections.
I asked them to find another topic of conversation while we ate.
All four started screaming that I was a homophonic Nazi, and they had free speech rights.
One of them grabbed the front of my shirt, and I knocked him out. Not violently, just a pressure point tap under the chin. The last thing I want to do is trade blood with an obvious high risk person for aids, hepatitis, and a thousand other things.
The owner of the restaurant, a stout older woman, boxed our meals up immediately, and gave us gift certificates to come back with, but told us the queers had already called the police.
We left, and went back about a week later. The owner said that is how they keep the 'straight' people from coming there, we just happened to stumble in the latest restaurant the militant queers wanted to take over.
She said she told the sheriff's deputy that they laid hands on me first, and no warrant was issued, and the guy wasn't seriously injured, but had a migraine headache when he left. (normal after effects of a pressure point knock out)
She gave us free food a couple of times a week for two months just to have us, and some people I had been diving with hang around.
The so called 'Men' wanted nothing to do with someone that won't tolerate having his rights violated.
(We became friends with the owner, and we still get Christmas cards from her)
I have no political view on being queer, or having a communicable disease, or being a junkie, I just don't choose to associate with them, and I will not tolerate having a hand laid on me. That is my right.
I don't do it to others, and I won't have it done to me.
I do have an objection to the use of the word 'Gay'.
Gay means happy, carefree, child like, not being queer.
'Queer', coincidentally, means strange, odd, unusual, not normal.
You decide.
The way I have it figured, for every queer couple, that means there are two more potential women out there for me....
(anybody seen the extra 8.8 million women I'm supposed to have dibs on?)
I don't argue Religion, Politics, Sports or what a woman might be thinking.... (sic)
I will argue Budwiser or Coors on Sunday when I'm getting free beer!
I will argue Memphis style Bar-B-Que over St. Louis style Bar-B-Que, and both over Texas style Bar-B-Que...
(Texas Bar-B-Que, Tomato Ketchup, Coca-Cola, Beer and Pepper... Not my favorite)
I will argue live bait over plastic worms if there is free beer involved on a Sunday.
Later on, Aaron
So many cats.... So few recipes...
The last time I looked, this was still America, and every single soul here has the God given right to think... and say exactly what they think.
I spent six years in the military protecting that right, and all of the other rights you have here in America.
If you don't like some, or all of the current political structure, vote. If you don't vote, you have no right to bitch.
There is no accounting for taste, or in many cases, the lack of taste.
I don't care what adults do in their homes. I don't care what opinions others might have.
They have the right to spout any thing that comes to mind.
I have the right NOT to have to listen to it.
In 1995, I was trying to find a house in the Fla. Keys for a reasonable price
(reasonable price is an oxymoron in the Keys).
My girlfriend and I went to a restaurant to have Thanksgiving dinner.
Four Queers came in and set down behind us just about the time our food came. They were obviously two 'couples'.
Their conversation almost immediately rolled around to bleeding rectal infections.
I asked them to find another topic of conversation while we ate.
All four started screaming that I was a homophonic Nazi, and they had free speech rights.
One of them grabbed the front of my shirt, and I knocked him out. Not violently, just a pressure point tap under the chin. The last thing I want to do is trade blood with an obvious high risk person for aids, hepatitis, and a thousand other things.
The owner of the restaurant, a stout older woman, boxed our meals up immediately, and gave us gift certificates to come back with, but told us the queers had already called the police.
We left, and went back about a week later. The owner said that is how they keep the 'straight' people from coming there, we just happened to stumble in the latest restaurant the militant queers wanted to take over.
She said she told the sheriff's deputy that they laid hands on me first, and no warrant was issued, and the guy wasn't seriously injured, but had a migraine headache when he left. (normal after effects of a pressure point knock out)
She gave us free food a couple of times a week for two months just to have us, and some people I had been diving with hang around.
The so called 'Men' wanted nothing to do with someone that won't tolerate having his rights violated.
(We became friends with the owner, and we still get Christmas cards from her)
I have no political view on being queer, or having a communicable disease, or being a junkie, I just don't choose to associate with them, and I will not tolerate having a hand laid on me. That is my right.
I don't do it to others, and I won't have it done to me.
I do have an objection to the use of the word 'Gay'.
Gay means happy, carefree, child like, not being queer.
'Queer', coincidentally, means strange, odd, unusual, not normal.
You decide.
The way I have it figured, for every queer couple, that means there are two more potential women out there for me....
(anybody seen the extra 8.8 million women I'm supposed to have dibs on?)
I don't argue Religion, Politics, Sports or what a woman might be thinking.... (sic)
I will argue Budwiser or Coors on Sunday when I'm getting free beer!
I will argue Memphis style Bar-B-Que over St. Louis style Bar-B-Que, and both over Texas style Bar-B-Que...
(Texas Bar-B-Que, Tomato Ketchup, Coca-Cola, Beer and Pepper... Not my favorite)
I will argue live bait over plastic worms if there is free beer involved on a Sunday.
Later on, Aaron
So many cats.... So few recipes...