I ate breakfast this morning, I didn’t eat a gay breakfast. I parked my truck, I didn’t gay park it. I picked pomegranates, I didn’t fag pick them. Apparently I’m in a “gay” relationship, or as I like to call it – a relationship. You people are the worst. Worse than all the sinners, have fun living a life of fear.
Or, as God likes to call it – abomination.
Sodomy.
Uncleanness.
A vile affection.
That which is unseemly.
Filthiness.
A reprobate mind.
God never said breakfast was an abomination, silly man.
Nor a truck.
Nor a pomegranate.
But you? You voluntarily engage in conduct so sinful that it is known to have caused the destruction of whole cities. And the act itself was named specifically to call people to remembrance of that solemn fact, to wit: sodomy. It will destroy the soul and damn the culture that embraces it.
So, while your musings are rather folksy, they add nothing of weight to what should be a grave, moral dialogue. But then, you weren’t really looking to clarify, were you? Yeah.
Repent or perish.
Thanks for writing.