These people contend that the soldiers dying in Iraq are paying the price of homosexual acceptance in America.
It's hard to fathom undiluted hate, monolithic and inarguable. Imagine growing up with a massive stone hate tablet chained to your ankle. When you are exposed to hate such as that, you end up hating. Resist and the hateful people around you probably have an idea or two about how to deal with that.
I'm unsure what to do about such people. Throwing more hate at them only makes their hate bigger. But I do feel bad. I feel bad for the soldiers who have died and their families. I feel bad about our warmongering president. All of this is wrong and I feel helpless before it.
To the mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers and aunts and uncles and grandparents and friends and sweethearts and old middle school teachers and everyone else at those funerals that the"godhatesfags" people are targeting (and you will find a listing of them if you poke around their link), I am sorry. I am sorry you have to deal with hate. I am sorry that people would hurt you when you are most vulnerable.
I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry.
I wish I was giving you guys my totally excellent garlic bread recipe instead of writing something that includes the words soldier and hate and funeral, but this is all I can do about the helpless feeling I mentioned before.
Later this week, an essay I've written about pornography will run in my "Rainy Day Woman" column. It was a difficult column to write. I watched a great deal of pornography in its making, much of which might be called filthy or obscene or indecent.
But if I took the ocean of pornography that washes over the Internet every day, it is a droplet next to the offense shown in the picture above. It is invisible next to George W. Bush's war.