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This was in response to a pretty well-written response to the first letter. I'll let you guess what it was about.
I just have no idea what to feel about a country this person still lives in. :(
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Dear editor,
I want to personally thank Mr. XXXXX for his venomous attack on my
wife, XXXXXX, in last week’s paper. In doing so, he fell
into the trap that that “simple minded” (as he put it) lady prepared for
him. I will explain this in due course, but first I will go back in time
and open up a part of my life that has been shut off for many, many years.
Nobody, absolutely nobody has ever heard this, but the time is appropriate
to bring it to light (Outing, as Mr. XXXX's friends would call it).
In the mid 50’s I was attending a private high school in Baltimore,
Maryland. It was located about fifteen miles from my home in the suburbs
and I commuted on the local transit bus. During the winter of my sophomore
year the bus company went on strike and I had to forage for rides. One
evening I was left stranded and had to walk home. After walking about ten
miles, I was very tired and cold, when a light blue 55 Chevy coupe pulled
up and a man rolled down the window and asked if I needed a ride. Despite
all the warnings from my parents, I said yes and got into the warm car.
Needless to say, it only took a few minutes until the smooth talking
started and the man’s hand was on my thigh. I panicked, but we were
traveling too fast to get out. The advances continued, the hand kept
stroking, until finally the traffic slowed. With the car still moving, I
bailed out, rolling toward the curb. Then I got up and ran. For over an
hour, I was forced to hide while the man in the light blue Chevy slowly
cruised back and forth in the darkness, looking for me. When I got home,
my parents asked why I was bleeding and had torn clothes. Fearing
retribution for having accepted a ride from a stranger, I told them I fell
after being chased by a big dog.
Fast forward about thirty five years. I had accepted a position as Head of
Production for a business segment of a major aerospace company. This
included a number of departments, one of which I was soon to discover, was
partly staffed by a contingent of lesbians. At the center of this group
were three hard core bull dykes who had controlled the shop for years. In
due course we had to add staff, and one of the new employees was an
attractive young lady who was immediately targeted by the bulls as “their
property”. Rebuffing their overtures, the employee spoke to her supervisor
about the incidents. The supervisor had a meeting with the group and told
them to knock it off immediately or they would be liable for sexual
harassment. The harassment then turned to sabotage of the employee’s work.
When the supervisor came to me for help, I went to HR to initiate
disciplinary action, but they went spineless and did nothing. In
frustration, I transferred the employee out of the department.
There was a third incident that I will not discuss in this forum, or
anywhere else, but which added to the body of perceptions and opinions on
this lifestyle group by both my wife and myself.
What is the common denominator in these situations? Unbridled, perverted
lust by deviates. It justifies my wife's comment about a “wellspring of
perversion”, though I suspect she has her own personal list of experiences
to draw from. These are the people that Mr. XXXXXX considers so wonderful
and worthy of his protection. Predator perverts trolling parks and
playgrounds for fresh thrills must be normal in his world, or he would not
be so vehement in excoriating anyone opposed to his personal vision of
diversity.
This brings us up to the present, and Mr. XXXXXXX’s comments. Before
she submitted her letter, I told my wife that this letter would bring out
the wackos and that it could get ugly. She said she understood this, that
she really believed in what she wrote, and that it’s use of hyperbole
(exaggeration to make a point) in the “Yes, I am a bigot” declaration would
flush them out and show them for what they are. Congratulations, XXXX –
you played your role perfectly.
As for myself, I served eight years in the service, surviving three tours
in Viet Nam and a spitting incident upon at arrival in uniform at LAX by a
rabid, stringy haired female hatemonger who sounded a lot like good old
XXXXXX. I did my service to defend the Constitution, which provides the
right for people like Mr. XXXXXX to speak as they please. That being
said, I am calling Mr. XXXXXXX a fraud. He would deny others the same
right of free speech that he so venomously uses himself. His way or
nothing. Does he have a right to his opinion? Of course. Does he have the
right to deny freedom of expression to someone else? Never! Am I afraid
of you Mr. XXXXXX, and your lies? No, I stopped running from
perverts and their protectors in 1956.
If you believe that propaganda died with Joseph Goebbels in Hitler’s bunker
in 1945, think again. It is alive and strong. Mr. XXXXXX's diatribe is
typical of the militant gay-lesbian propaganda that unendingly spews from
the mouths of the liberals to further their agenda. Sounding like the
bellowing of a drag queen in heat, XXXXX parrots the lines frequently heard
in liberal oriented colleges and universities. I remember in grad school,
the student motto was ‘cooperate and graduate’. We were forced to salute
the personal views of the cloistered, elitist intellectual professors,
because to disagree was to fail. Mr. XXXXXX takes this brainwashing,
thought control process a step further, in the manner of a skilled
propagandist. He does this by attribution, accusing his victim of things
they never said or did, and clothing his rhetoric in the robes of
respectability. This is untruthful. It is a lie. Beware of the demagogue
who would hand you a turd and tell you it is candy. My professional career
was spent in engineering and management, where I was trained to seek and
use data and make fact based decisions. Mr. XXXXXX offers no data or
fact, just his word. (Un)surprisingly, people like Mr. XXXXXX always
attract a gullible entourage, because it is easier to follow than to think.
Be careful of the candy he offers, and give it the sniff test before you
swallow. Mr. XXXXXX would have you believe that anyone who did not share
his point of view was a yellow dog and a pariah (What did you say XXXXX, we
should wear conical white hats?). If you don’t believe this, just re-read
his letter. Pay special attention to his rantings about my wife’s alleged
homophobic fears. People who know either of us recognize it for the lie it
is. She and I both subscribe to the ”don’t ask, don’t tell” approach.
Neither of us freak out when dealing or interfacing a gay or lesbian person
who keeps his/her personal life private. Militants of any persuasion,
however, raise red flags.
Mr. XXXXXXX asked if my wife would be paralyzed with fear at the thought of
a gay president signing some hypothetical environmental legislation into
law. Not likely, but again, Mr. XXXXXX missed the point completely. The
primary concerns were that such a president would fall victim to the
pressures of the groups that engineered his/her ascent to power and would
support legislation supportive of their narrow views to the detriment of
the broader base of society, or even worse, have people like Mr. XXXXXX
serving in positions of power, creating public policy.
Another thing in my wife’s brief letter that really seemed to upset Mr.
XXXXXXX was the phrase “so-called ‘gays’”. The simple fact is that
this group hijacked the word to whitewash their lifestyle. I went to the
Websters New 20th Century Dictionary (Unabridged) and looked up a couple of
words. This book is a monstrous tome weighing in at about 20 pounds.
Anyway, it defines Gay as 1)joyous and lively, 2)bright, brilliant, 3)given
to social pleasures, 4)wanton, licentious. The second word I looked up
also had a variety of definitions, including “homosexual”. At the risk of
incurring Mr. XXXXXXX's displeasure, I will only hint that the second word
has five letters, begins with a ‘Q’ and ends with an ’R’. The reader can
decide which is more accurate in describing this group.
Just so you know, Mr. XXXXXXX, others share the view that my wife
courageously put her name to. We had phone calls from complete strangers
and were stopped on the street by people telling us “thank you for saying
what you did, I would never have had the guts to do it”.
I did not particularly enjoy having to write this letter, but it was one of
those dirty jobs in life that had to be done, like taking out the garbage,
in this case, Mr. XXXXXX's garbage. And, as when taking out the garbage,
I will wash my hands and forget about it. It is time to do better things.
XXXXXXXX
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