The World Wide Rant


Click Here

December 2006
Sun Mon Tue Wed Thu Fri Sat
          1 2
3 4 5 6 7 8 9
10 11 12 13 14 15 16
17 18 19 20 21 22 23
24 25 26 27 28 29 30


December 2006
November 2006
October 2006
September 2006
August 2006
July 2006
June 2006
May 2006
April 2006
March 2006
February 2006
January 2006
December 2005
November 2005
October 2005
September 2005
August 2005
July 2005
June 2005
May 2005
April 2005
March 2005
February 2005
January 2005
December 2004
November 2004
October 2004
September 2004
August 2004
July 2004
June 2004
May 2004
April 2004
March 2004
February 2004
January 2004
December 2003
November 2003
October 2003
September 2003
August 2003
July 2003
June 2003
May 2003
April 2003
March 2003
February 2003
January 2003
December 2002
November 2002
October 2002
September 2002
August 2002
July 2002
May 2002
March 2002


Change of Tone
Cognitive Dissonance
Hyvää Itsenäisyyspäivää!
Light a Match, Would Ya?
Apparently the War in Iraq is Going "Fair to Middlin', Pass The Collards"
One of These Days, NASA
Stardust to Stardust
No, I am Not Tempting Google, Why do You ask?
Pushin' Forward Back*

« Hey, Hey, I'm an Uncle | Main | Buddy, Can You Spare a Grand? »

May 30, 2006

Fear of a Gay Planet

National Review's John Derbyshire sees a bleak future:

I tell you, it's war. The end point of this, if people like Mr. De Witte win, will be a situation like that in Charles Beaumont's story "The Crooked Man," about a future world where homosexuality was the norm and heterosexuality is illegal. The hero gets arrested for a secret tryst with a woman. That's where we're headed. You heard it here first. (Unless you read the Beaumont story, which was circa 1955.)
This was Derbyshire's response to an ad campaign that wanted heterosexuals to see what it's like to be called the kinds of names that homosexuals put up with on a regular basis. Nothing indicates that the people behind the program actually think heterosexuals are awful or dirty, just that maybe, sometimes, there's value in walking at least a couple of inches in someone else's shoes.

Completely missing the point, Derbyshire, desperate to maintain his hetero street cred (since Lord knows his fascination with homosexuality isn't doing it any favors - which might also lead one to think that alessandra is a self-loathing lesbian, but nevermind...), portrays it as an all out Logan's Run world in which heterosexuals are vaporized by big laser dome things that look like disco gear gone bad.

I don't know John's schedule (although there may very well be secret trysts in steamy Turkish baths involved*), but I'm willing to bet it takes a serious daily regimen of dumb to say such idiotic things.

* Not that I think all gay men engage in such things, of course, but so long as we're dealing on the level of outlandish known as "Derbyshire...."

Posted by Andy at 09:36 PM