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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: vadawg on July 20, 2011, 03:49:41 AM
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Edited on Wed Jul-20-11 03:18 AM by Snoutport
My dear small-town Aunt just passed. She was a lovely lady. She was the town librarian until she retired so she was well known and well respected and she was a very Christian woman. She was very active in her church and was one of the woman who always made sure, after an accident or a tragedy, that someone from the church showed up with a hot casserole and some hot cinnamon rolls. She was there for everyone in her family, she was there for everyone in her church. She was...wonderful. (Though, I will admit...not a very good cook. Sometimes those cinnamon rolls were as hard as hockey pucks...but the gesture was one of pure goodness).
Her only drawback in this tight-knit small town, was that her youngest son was gay. Not just gay, but super gay. We gays don't talk about it much, keeping up a united front, you know...but, yes, even we admit that some guys are not just gay... some are super gay. They can't hide it no matter how hard they try. They flit when they mean to run, the flap when they mean to wave and they giggle when they mean to laugh, HA HA HA like a barrel chested man. So, yeah, my very religious aunt had a super gay son and there was no hiding it. My poor super gay cousin grew up in one of the country's most religious towns and man-oh-man did he have the emotional scars to prove it.
He lived far away most of my life but he is a great older cousin. I came out to him young (it was the early 80s) in a letter (he lived in decadent West Hollywood!). A few days later I got a small packet in the mail. He sent a supportive letter, a birthday card with a smutty man on the cover (my heavens! he's naked for MY birthday!!) and every single piece of literature that had been printed on this new AIDS thing and some condoms. He wrote several pages just making sure that I understood that I had to have safe sex. He also told me that he had told his parents. I was horrified! My aunt and uncle just lived up the street and now my fate was in their hands!
They invited me down for lunch. They were quiet and prim and reserved and super supportive. They just wanted me to know that there were people in the family who didn't give a dang if I was gay or not. I was just super to them! (But not super gay...I was a macho young buck driving a farm truck and throwing 150 lb bales of hay all day).
And so this dear religious woman accepted the people God put in her life. She loved them and treated them well. When my mom was hurt my aunt was there with a pot of chicken and dumplings. Every time my dad was sick there was a batch of hockey pucks. Errrr...I mean cinnamon rolls. She never failed to be there for her family and church members.
As a widow in her mid 80s she realized she needed some help. She had three children. Two who lived nearby with grown children, and the gay son living the single life at the beach. Who invited her in? The gay son. He made room for her and they bounced between his house and hers. When the cancer hit he sold his house and moved to her home to be with her. He cared for her for several years. Got her to chemo, got her to church, took her to see her church friends, delivered God knows how many casseroles and cinnamon rolls with her.
And even though the religious people in her life did not approve of homosexuality they saw her gay son give up his gay life to return home and do what her other kids weren't willing to do. They saw him honor his mother with great care for several years.
And she passed. And the funeral was packed. And a sweet woman has moved on to her next adventure.
My mom and I weren't able to see my cousin in the week after so I invited him over for dinner the other night. He is a little lost and confused. Hurting. Lonely. Alone at 63. And I asked him if he had been inundated with casseroles and baked goods after my aunt passed. And he got this sad, small look on his face and in the deadest voice I've ever heard from him he squeaked out. "No. Nobody brought anything."
"I'm surprised," my mom said, "She was so active in the church and they took everybody food."
"Yes," he whispered. "I was surprised too."
It broke my heart. Here this guy had given up his whole life to help his mom. He had proved by his actions that even if he was super gay, he was as good a Christian as anyone at the church he took his mom to every week. And when the time came for the church to show just how Christian they are, they did. Even though every one of them probably owed my aunt a favor and a dozen baked dishes they repayed her kindness by snubbing her son. The gay guy didn't deserve a f**king macaroni and cheese in their eyes.
This has hurt him. The loss, the snub. He just bought a condo 1000 miles away sight-unseen he wants out of that place so bad.
I wish him Godspeed.
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and the winner from Dummie Aquart
What church? What town?
Don't protect them.
i bet $100 that he wont answer that question..
PS how the hell do you get quotes to go blue thingy
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Edited on Wed Jul-20-11 03:18 AM by Snoutport
My dear small-town Aunt just passed. She was a lovely lady. She was the town librarian until she retired so she was well known and well respected and she was a very Christian woman. She was very active in her church and was one of the woman who always made sure, after an accident or a tragedy, that someone from the church showed up with a hot casserole and some hot cinnamon rolls. She was there for everyone in her family, she was there for everyone in her church. She was...wonderful. (Though, I will admit...not a very good cook. Sometimes those cinnamon rolls were as hard as hockey pucks...but the gesture was one of pure goodness).
Her only drawback in this tight-knit small town, was that her youngest son was gay. Not just gay, but super gay. We gays don't talk about it much, keeping up a united front, you know...but, yes, even we admit that some guys are not just gay... some are super gay. They can't hide it no matter how hard they try. They flit when they mean to run, the flap when they mean to wave and they giggle when they mean to laugh, HA HA HA like a barrel chested man. So, yeah, my very religious aunt had a super gay son and there was no hiding it. My poor super gay cousin grew up in one of the country's most religious towns and man-oh-man did he have the emotional scars to prove it.
He lived far away most of my life but he is a great older cousin. I came out to him young (it was the early 80s) in a letter (he lived in decadent West Hollywood!). A few days later I got a small packet in the mail. He sent a supportive letter, a birthday card with a smutty man on the cover (my heavens! he's naked for MY birthday!!) and every single piece of literature that had been printed on this new AIDS thing and some condoms. He wrote several pages just making sure that I understood that I had to have safe sex. He also told me that he had told his parents. I was horrified! My aunt and uncle just lived up the street and now my fate was in their hands!
They invited me down for lunch. They were quiet and prim and reserved and super supportive. They just wanted me to know that there were people in the family who didn't give a dang if I was gay or not. I was just super to them! (But not super gay...I was a macho young buck driving a farm truck and throwing 150 lb bales of hay all day).
And so this dear religious woman accepted the people God put in her life. She loved them and treated them well. When my mom was hurt my aunt was there with a pot of chicken and dumplings. Every time my dad was sick there was a batch of hockey pucks. Errrr...I mean cinnamon rolls. She never failed to be there for her family and church members.
As a widow in her mid 80s she realized she needed some help. She had three children. Two who lived nearby with grown children, and the gay son living the single life at the beach. Who invited her in? The gay son. He made room for her and they bounced between his house and hers. When the cancer hit he sold his house and moved to her home to be with her. He cared for her for several years. Got her to chemo, got her to church, took her to see her church friends, delivered God knows how many casseroles and cinnamon rolls with her.
And even though the religious people in her life did not approve of homosexuality they saw her gay son give up his gay life to return home and do what her other kids weren't willing to do. They saw him honor his mother with great care for several years.
And she passed. And the funeral was packed. And a sweet woman has moved on to her next adventure.
My mom and I weren't able to see my cousin in the week after so I invited him over for dinner the other night. He is a little lost and confused. Hurting. Lonely. Alone at 63. And I asked him if he had been inundated with casseroles and baked goods after my aunt passed. And he got this sad, small look on his face and in the deadest voice I've ever heard from him he squeaked out. "No. Nobody brought anything."
"I'm surprised," my mom said, "She was so active in the church and they took everybody food."
"Yes," he whispered. "I was surprised too."
It broke my heart. Here this guy had given up his whole life to help his mom. He had proved by his actions that even if he was super gay, he was as good a Christian as anyone at the church he took his mom to every week. And when the time came for the church to show just how Christian they are, they did. Even though every one of them probably owed my aunt a favor and a dozen baked dishes they repayed her kindness by snubbing her son. The gay guy didn't deserve a f**king macaroni and cheese in their eyes.
This has hurt him. The loss, the snub. He just bought a condo 1000 miles away sight-unseen he wants out of that place so bad.
I wish him Godspeed.
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150 lb bales of hay! :bs:
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What a puke.
Her only drawback in this tight-knit small town, was that her youngest son was gay. Not just gay, but super gay. We gays don't talk about it much, keeping up a united front, you know...but, yes, even we admit that some guys are not just gay... some are super gay. They can't hide it no matter how hard they try. They flit when they mean to run, the flap when they mean to wave and they giggle when they mean to laugh, HA HA HA like a barrel chested man. So, yeah, my very religious aunt had a super gay son and there was no hiding it. My poor super gay cousin grew up in one of the country's most religious towns and man-oh-man did he have the emotional scars to prove it.
He lived far away most of my life but he is a great older cousin. I came out to him young (it was the early 80s) in a letter (he lived in decadent West Hollywood!). A few days later I got a small packet in the mail. He sent a supportive letter, a birthday card with a smutty man on the cover (my heavens! he's naked for MY birthday!!) and every single piece of literature that had been printed on this new AIDS thing and some condoms. He wrote several pages just making sure that I understood that I had to have safe sex. He also told me that he had told his parents. I was horrified! My aunt and uncle just lived up the street and now my fate was in their hands!
His aunt lived up the street? So this little putz and his parents lived in the same tight-knit small town?
WTF didn't his mother and this putz himself coordinate with the church the dinner parade (which is what we call it in my small close-knit town -- everyone signs up for a night to make and bring dinner to the family over a two week period)?
I think the EXCEPTIONALLY selfish people here is his own family. :loser:
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Edited on Wed Jul-20-11 03:18 AM by Snoutport
I was a macho young buck driving a farm truck and throwing 150 lb bales of hay all day).
No DUmmie has called him out for racism yet?
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Link to DUmp thread? :panic:
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No DUmmie has called him out for racism yet?
We could make a buck here at CC for all the unnoted dog whistles emanating from the DUmp. They're a bunch of hypocrites.
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PS how the hell do you get quotes to go blue thingy
I see you corrected it, sir.
But we still need a link.
HOWEVER.
HOWEVER.
HOWEVER.
Don't worry overmuch about it; the more campfires one brings over here, the better of a hang one gets on how to do it. You'll have it, sooner or later.
I always post the link before I start the post, just to be certain I've included it. I don't think I've missed a single link, doing that. I always keep in mind "link first.....and then everything else."
You do good work, sir.
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I see among the church members who did NOT bring Supergaydude anything was snotport and his own mother, themselves.
People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones...
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He is using this made up death to promote his fagginess and debase Christianity. It's not a unique or original concept.
They never miss a chance, whether real or made up, to denounce all things decent.
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http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_mesg&forum=439&topic_id=1528412&mesg_id=1528412
oops sorry guys, was in the middle of reports when i posted and i missed my error, i guess ill learn as i go along.
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http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_mesg&forum=439&topic_id=1528412&mesg_id=1528412
oops sorry guys, was in the middle of reports when i posted and i missed my error, i guess ill learn as i go along.
No problem, we all had to learn to remember the link when we first started DUmpster diving too. :cheersmate:
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My only excuse is that i was distracted by Dummie level stupidity in the report i was working on, thanks
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So was this guy the only gay in the village?
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rofl, with that statement you need to watch a show called Little Britain, theres a welsh guy who insists he is the only gay in the village, and lo and behold eryone is gay
http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/littlebritain/characters/
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1st of all I thought this guy was going to stop revealing so much info on the internet?
2nd of all, where are all these intolerant Christians they always speak about? how come the ones I know don't give a hoot what anyone does in their private lives?
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So anyway, this Snotspout homo, who is banned from the school cafeteria for whining about nuts and granola, grew up as a bareback Brokeback cowboy.
Not only that, but he had the strength of a half-dozen queers, tossing square bales heavier than any others known to mankind all day long.
He went, in a few short years, from being a super queer cowboy with superhuman strength, king of the leather bars, to a whining, effeminate "bottom", ogling little boys at an elementary school.
Something in his story just doesn't carry the ring of truth.
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rofl, with that statement you need to watch a show called Little Britain, theres a welsh guy who insists he is the only gay in the village, and lo and behold eryone is gay
http://www.bbc.co.uk/comedy/littlebritain/characters/
:rotf:
That's EXACTLY who I thought of when I read laughingman's post - "Daffyd" on Little Britain!
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:rotf:
That's EXACTLY who I thought of when I read laughingman's post - "Daffyd" on Little Britain!
lol yup i so love that character, it is totally genius, its a character you would love to actually have as a friend just for the insanity of it.
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Will this guy EVER shut up? Does he really work with special-needs kids like he says here?:
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=439x1273075
That's one of his recurrent themes, that mean religious people won't help him:
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=439x1187051
DAW.
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Will this guy EVER shut up? Does he really work with special-needs kids like he says here?:
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=439x1273075
That's one of his recurrent themes, that mean religious people won't help him:
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=439x1187051
DAW.
Have you ever known a flamboyantly-gay DUer to shut up about anything? It's just not in their damaged little natures.
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Have you ever known a flamboyantly-gay DUer to shut up about anything? It's just not in their damaged little natures.
Andy's a queer and he isn't talking.
They should strive to be just like Andy.
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Seriously, guys. Duh! What else was I referring to? :loser: :naughty: :cheersmate: