This strawman has been set up and smashed to compost 100 times - "Why are you so interested in my position on fruits pretending to be people, when ISIS is executing them!"
May I paraphrase how I, as a commie faggot-lover poor-person-feeder, read your statement, and correct me if I'm reading you wrong, (I ain'tn't.)? We can beat on, spit on, criminalize, and drive homosexuals out of our communities, out of our families, as long as we don't go all Hank Aaron with a sword?
Into the breach, one more damn time:
Mr. 'Murkin Exceptionalism, you are saying the bar, that we must cross to prove we are a fine, upstanding people, when it comes to the rights of LGBTQ folk, has been set by ISIS. Gotcha, peachy. Way to strive for the betterment of the human race.
Wasn't it your rose-colored-glasses-throughwich-observed St. Ronaldo Reaganski who called us to be a, ummm, 'Shining City On A Hill'? The man who all men wanted to be, and at least one woman wanted to shoe-fuck?
Dear Foot Fetish Magazine, I never thought this would happen to me
before he was done he had his brown cordovan so deep betwixt my nethers that my fallopians were a size 10 1/2 and my ovaries were slathered in Kiwi polish
there's now this horrible servant trying to Occupy my Ronnie's orthopedic inserts *hic*
Nancy's an unappreciative twat, leave him alone you bitch!! *whips empty gin bottle into the mirror*And now our goal has simply become leapfrogging the bloodthirsty Middle Eastern version of Southern Baptists that former
Jumping the second breach one more damn time:
I'm intelligent. Well, I can find my worksite every morning, and annoy my wife on average less than once per week. I can say a bunch of big wordish thingies, and spell a lot of them too. What I'm getting at, is that I can hold two thoughts at once. I can insist that you shut your piehole about buttsex and 13.6kV vibrators, and at the same time, think ISIS is a bunch of criminal yahoos, who desperately need a sabot between the eyes, and yet are not setting up bases in Guadalajara.
I realize the 90% of your grey matter not actively involved in keeping you upright and reminding you to blink has atrophied to pudding and bile. But you are a senator. Clearly, a senator with an overwhelming habit of marking Teabagger's teabags with as much saliva as your 226+ daily urges allow you to generate, but nevertheless, a member of a very small club.
Would you act like it, you rodent-rapist?