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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. :(
--- 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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