[ Click above to embiggen: More change we can believe in…the new phenomenon of Muslim female beggars scaring off shoppers in Chicago, Illinois ]
TIME magazine has a profile of Chicago mayor Rahm Emanuel on its newest cover, with an article inside that wonders why Chicagoans don’t like having him as our Mayor. I’ve written before that this is a complicated matter, with no single answer as to why this guy is the wrong fit for running Chicago. He’s petulant, arrogant, and mean-spirited…but that hasn’t stopped others in the past from being good Chief Executives of this town. I think Emanuel is just incompetent in some ways (and purposefully subversive in others) and I believe he just doesn’t know how to prioritize well when it comes to things that are important to Chicagoans (but not part of the Left’s greater agenda). Perhaps energy that should be spent making this a truly great city is being rerouted into persecuting enemies and perpetuating old feuds (or laying the groundwork for the Left’s radical transformation of our country, using Chicago as an operational headquarters). Some other day, we can spend our time trying to come up with a Top Ten list for all the reasons that Rahm is bad at his current job…which is a worthy use of an afternoon indeed.
But, yesterday I was downtown and made a point to take pictures of every beggar I saw outside on the streets of Chicago. My rule was to just walk around town in all the places that tourists go (like Michigan Avenue, State Street, and along all the avenues that have nice shops, good restaurants, and shopping malls) and if I saw someone begging, I’d take his or her pic. I have about three dozen of these shots now…and it took me just about two hours to get them.
It was actually very surprising to see the results of this little photo safari, because in all the years I’ve lived in Chicago I have never seen a proliferation of beggars like this before. I expected maybe one or two, three tops, but the problem seemed endless.
Also surprising was that a lot of these people didn’t seem like there was much of anything wrong with them…in that they looked like they had recently been employed and didn’t appear to be severely mentally ill (like the beggars I’d seen in Chicago in the past). Everyone had hand-written signs on cardboard, either saying they had children at home in need of the money or they tried to be funny and say their girlfriends were kidnapped by ninjas (this one has been circulating in Chicago for at least 8 years now, since I’ve seen it for that amount of time in one variation of another).
What I’ve never seen before, however, were Muslim women begging all up and down Michigan Avenue, in front of the tony shops likes Tiffany’s, Burberry, Apple, etc. This is the part of town that’s called “The Magnificent Mile” and is heavily trafficked by tourists; sometimes, the crowds are so dense that there are traffic jams in the middle of the sidewalk, as people get stopped in bottlenecks while trying to walk down the street. Further hampering movement these days are the Muslim women (who appear to be Pakistani or Bangladeshi) who now are allowed to sit on the sidewalk, camp out, and beg like this in the nicest part of town.
Since these women appear to be from Pakistan, Bangladesh, or elsewhere overseas and describe themselves as immigrants to passers-by (also pretending they speak little or no English, as a means of winning sympathy), I also wonder why in this county people allow the Left to so aggressively import third world peasants. Instead of, say, doctors, education professionals, and other hardworking and respectable immigrants who would not be begging on sidewalks. Instead, Rahm Emanuel seems to have placed an urgent order for the importation of Muslim female beggars…and I think people need to ask WHY IS THAT?
Don’t think for a second it’s not part of the Left’s social engineering long-term strategies. Because, logically, the more third world peasants that Democrats import then the more people will be living in this country who accept the living conditions in third world Hell holes as the norm…with the added bonus that people like this depend on government handouts and are used to autocratic governments with one party rule. They are Democrats’ dream voters, and the Left is working hard (with the help of Marco Rubio we must note) to ensure that the importation of third world peasants to mooch welfare benefits (or just beg on the streets of Chicago) continues at breakneck pace.
I’m not sure how he did it, but Mayor Daley (our former mayor…and also a Democrat) seemed to find a way to keep these people away from the tourist hubs in town. If the Muslim female beggars were in Chicago when Daley was mayor, I never saw them…and believe me, I’d remember. Evidently, either there’s just a larger explosion of this phenomenon that has surged the ranks of ALL beggars in general…or Rahm Emanuel is possibly doing something to specifically import these people as part of some bigger political scheme.
Remember his personal motto: never let a good crisis go to waste…and never miss an opportunity to subversively undermine the rule of law and social stability in this country. One female Muslim beggar at a time, evidently.
QUESTION FOR COMMENTS: Do you notice more beggars where you live? Does the mayor in your town or city do anything to curb this?
Have you seen Muslim women in your city begging like this on the sidewalk…and where do you think this started and why is this happening in American cities now?
[ Click above to embiggen: What will 2013's entry look like in the future? ]
I’m sure you’re aware of singer Adam Levine’s recent comments that he hates this country, because audiences on his NBC show “The Voice” keep sending contestants he sponsors home (apparently because people don’t like Levine and find him to be pretentious). Most people don’t realize that Levine grew up wealthy and spoiled in Los Angeles (his father founded a large chain of retail shops)…but became famous as a tattooed hipster who purposefully hides his silver-spoon upbringing to make himself more marketable to his fan base…which is decidedly to the Left and Venn-diagrams well with a good many Occupy Wall Street sympathizers.
Adam Levine is a classic Hollywood poser of the “do as I say and not as I do” variety…who whines and lashes out in childlike ways when he doesn’t get what he wants and feels entitled to. I think 90% of the celebrities pushed on us by the media are very much like Levine.
I’m happy today that this guy is receiving very loud blowback to his “I hate this country” remark. One of the most fascinating things you can do as a student of politics is to study the public relations damage control of famous people. Levine at first was very tone-deaf when people instantly reacted negatively to his “I hate this country” remark…and actually took to Twitter to lambast his critics with a barrage of sarcastic tweets mocking people who had a problem with what he said. Today, however, his PR team is in full-spin…feeling the need to state that Levine really loves this country and that he was just misunderstood.
Have you noticed that people on the Left are always “misunderstood” when their true colors show…but any conservative person who makes a comment that is taken negatively by the public is just permanently exposed as evil incarnate? Celebrities adored by the Left are always given a pass, protected, and assisted with damage control…but anyone on the Democrats’ enemies list is pilloried for much smaller offenses than the one Levine just made.
Aren’t you tired of this double standard?
I’ve never watch an episode of “The Voice” but understand it to be essentially a ripoff of American Idol, but with the judges serving as coaches. I intend to start paying attention to the show in the future and calling in/texting to vote for whomever is up against Adam Levine’s constants…just so that I can do my small part in making sure the people he picks for his team keep getting sent home. I hope other people who love their country do this too…so that Levine can continue to feel slighted and so very upset that he never gets his way in this country he hates so much.
I think it’s time for an Occupy Hollywood spirit like this…where Americans fed up with the way Leftist celebrities constantly mock, malign, and attack America. People need to realize that though these celebrities consider themselves to be aristocrats, they are more like fairies and sprites in children’s stories who obtain their power because people believe in them and award them that power.
It’s time to creatively start undermining people like Adam Levine in the celebrity pantheon…because doing so will give future iterations of fame pause before they decide to become such vocal mouthpieces of the Left. I’m of the belief that singers, dancers, musicians, models, and actors should stay out of politics completely. Just be beautiful talking mannequins who entertain…and don’t presume to either dictate how the rest of us in the audience should live our lives or disparage the country we love so much.
My goal today is to start thinking of fun ways that conservative people can erode the power and influence of the Left’s stable of celebrities…since Hollywood is such an effective weapon that Leftists wield against the best interests of our nation. Isn’t it time we tried to remedy that?
QUESTION FOR COMMENTS: What are some creative ways that you think conservatives could start to undermine Hollywood…and either put less money into the hands of Democrats there or curtail the power that individual celebrities have in our national dialogue?
What else is on your mind in your part of the country on this Thursday May 30th, 2013?
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[ Click above to embiggen: What will go down as important today in history for 2013? ]
Today’s going to be a very busy day for me, as I’m headed out into the field to get the principal of Joseph Stockton Elementary School (in the Uptown neighborhood) and members of the Illinois State Board of Education to comment on why there’s a gay porn actor and male stripper teaching sixth grade in a Chicago Public School (since the guy in question also makes fun of his black students when doing “comedy” standup routines, I’d additionally like to know why that seems to be perfectly appropriate with the Board members too). These people won’t comment on the phone, won’t answer any questions I’ve so far asked of them, and they don’t return email or faxes. Next up: I guess I’ll be investing in carrier pigeons or logs for smoke signals in my expanding effort to get their attention.
The Board can’t ignore me forever, though, because it’s actually really hard for people in the government to refuse to talk to you in person if you go to their offices in your best suit coat and setup an appointment to discuss a pressing matter. I’m sure no one will be sitting down for an interview with me today…but I expect to at least score that appointment. If not, I’ll attend the very next meeting the Board has scheduled and I’ll sign up to speak on this matter in the “public comments” section at the end of the meeting that Illinois law mandates every state agency provide.
What’s interesting to me about “The Case of the School-Teaching Stripper” is that I seem to have a lot of friends (and strangers who enjoy emailing me) who feel it’s no big deal at all for a public school teacher to appear nearly-nude in
pubic public on a regular basis (or to have made erotic videos in the past under a thinly-disgusied stage name that is just his first and middle name with his last name left off)…but people do have a problem with a public school teacher making fun of his black students in racial terms during standup comedy routines. THAT, at least, is not okay with everyone even if people believe a teacher on the city payroll should be allowed to moonlight as an erotic entertainer if he wants.
I wonder if I should try to get a meeting with Jesse Jackson and talk to him about what’s going on at Joseph Stockton Elementary in terms of that racist “comedy”, since poor black children who are just trying to learn are providing the fodder for their teacher’s late-night comedy stylings; if I can’t catch him at Rainbow Push then maybe I can just stakeout King Spa out in Niles, where the most famous non-musical Jackson enjoys hanging out naked on random Wednesdays and eating big bowls of Korean food (as there’s a restaurant in this spa…not like he just happens to magically have Korean food on him at all times or it appears when he undresses or something, which would also be magic, come to think of it). It’s just so surreal to see America’s foremost racial huckster and shameless opportunist chillin’ with a few of his villains (what I like to call the Jackson entourage), as conspicuous as possible when surrounded by mostly Asian families out in the Chicago suburbs. I’m not sure what he’s still mad at me about, but whenever I’ve gone out to King Spa with friends and have run into Jackson there he just sort of glares at me for a while…but that could just be him hating white people. What else is new?
If I don’t make it out to Niles in my adventures this afternoon, I’m still going to pay special attention to businesses that have closed or are closing in Chicago and look for clues into just how bad the economy really is in this Golden Age of Hope and Change (brought to us by my friend Jesse’s good friend Barack Obama). Between going Uptown to try to talk to that principal and heading downtown to see the Board of Education, I’m sure to pass all sorts of abandoned shops and buildings that were proposed but never rose from demolition sites. An idea I’ve been kicking around for a while is to document things like this on a personal level, in the different parts of the city, and try to connect it to what other people are seeing on the ground where they live. Maybe you could chime in with the status of storefronts and shops wherever you are, too.
Just as a quick and extemporaneous update on life in Chicago, I’ve noticed the homeless people who beg throughout the city being more aggressive than I’ve ever seen them here. Now, they’ve started standing right outside the doors of the grocery store and Walgreens (our drugstores here) on the store’s property…instead of staying on the sidewalk like they used to do. The store security seems either afraid of making them go back to the sidewalk or is scared to say anything to them…and the end result is that when you’re coming out of a store they really bully and intimidate people and get right up in their faces since shoppers just aren’t used to someone panhandling right outside the door of a store and into the parking lot. That never used to happen here in Chicago. The homeless have never been this aggressive before and only the really rundown neighborhoods on the South or West sides ever felt truly dangerous. But, there’s a sense of trouble everywhere now, even in the tony Gold Coast.
There are a lot more beggars all over downtown, and they actually have permeated the residential areas of the city too…where I also never used to see them before. They bother people inside the Lincoln Park Zoo too (which is free and has no admission charge)…and that used to be a place that you could just enjoy the day and never be hassled. Chicago’s really starting to feel a lot like New York in the 1970s with all of this, which can’t be a good sign. It even feels like Cleveland before I left in the mid-2000s…and the best thing about Chicago was that it used to feel like the sort of city Cleveland would have become if it had fixed all its chronic problems. Now, in 2013, Chicago feels like a city being really and truly Clevelanded. Hope! Change!
I don’t know if this is all attributable to Obama or the economy…or if it’s because Mayor Daley is no longer in office. I do believe that at least part of the problems we’re experiencing are because Rahm Emanuel is the Mayor and the police and other city workers just don’t like or respect him. With Daley, there was a genuine love of the man even if you hated a lot of the oddball things that he did…and the police seemed to both respect and fear him, so they really did their jobs well when he was in office. I think cops in Chicago are still some of the best people in the world, but I just don’t see them hustle as much anymore to get bad guys off the street…as if they’re now doing the bare minimum of what’s expected of them instead of being their best, like they were when I first moved here. I also wonder if the police are being used by Rahm Emanuel more as a revenue-generating squad than as real police, because it feels like they’re more often out actively looking to write tickets than they are keeping problems in check.
Maybe this is part of a bigger picture, though, because across the board just about everyone I know has a tinge of malaise to him or her and doesn’t seem to be as lively, productive, or engaged as they used to be. I think the last five years of Hope and Change are really getting to us all…even if we don’t realize it. I have good friends who talk about wanting to kill themselves, who never used to say things like that. Other people who used to talk about killing themselves all the time are sadly actually going ahead with it (though mercifully they aren’t usually successful). Anyone not employed by the government in some way frets about having a job and enough money to survive just a year or two from now. A pair of friends who’ve for a decade lived in one of the most awesome apartments I have ever seen in my life are being forced to give the place up and move because they can no longer afford it (and, seriously, this place is amazing…right in the heart of Boystown, with windows overlooking the Pride Parade route and the world’s greatest people watching any day of the week).
People are just surviving, not thriving. Another side-effect of Hope! Change!
I just don’t hear about anyone planning a cool vacation for the immediate future…and instead only occasionally catch them talking about going to Florida or Hawaii, maybe, in a few years “when things get better” and their “jobs are more secure”. Prior to 2008, these were the guys who’d talk in May about heading to Mallorca or the Dalmatian Coast…and in June or July they’d be off on an adventure. I just don’t foresee being able to take a real vacation and travel somewhere extravagant for many, many years…if ever again, to be honest. Thank goodness for YouTube and the ability to watch other people’s home travel movies and read strangers’ trip reports, right?
It’s shocking this is now America…where a lot of people can’t even afford to daydream anymore.
I do honestly believe that the lowering of our standard of life is intentional on the part of the Left…and that this is what Barack Obama meant when he said he intended to be a “transformational” president. I believe he wants to continue taking many of the simple pleasures and luxuries away from Americans, either by taxing people to death or by having their hours cut back at work due to Obamacare so that they’re making 25% less as a household than they used to make. If this trend continues, then Americans will be living more hardscrabble lives…which would put us more in line with the impoverished Muslims that Obama grew up around and most relates to back in Indonesia. Somewhere, his mother Stanley is smiling (and is probably still confused why her parents gave her such a stupid name)…since bringing the West down to Indonesia’s level was Obama’s mother’s dream for life. What a sick and twisted woman she was.
As I’m typing this, it’s that ugly gray-brown time of early morning in Chicago, around 4am, where the song birds outside my window are still chirping (since the light pollution in the city makes them think it’s dusk). Soon, the sun will rise and the sky will unfold into a gorgeous, baby blue and it will be a new day full of adventure and wonder if that’s what I choose to seek out for myself. Lately, my boyfriend Justin has really been getting me down because he’s just so down-in-the-dumps himself about the Left’s relentless assaults on America. I grant him that the news can indeed be depressing…if you let it. But, I think making the conscious decision to wake up and do something about the mess around you every day, in your own way, helps maintain your sanity.
When I remind Justin that tomorrow is a new day he just dwells on how rotten yesterday was. It’s hard getting him to listen when he’s convinced himself that all is lost and dawn won’t ever come.
I don’t know what Justin has on the books for today, but I’m going to force the Illinois State Board of Education to address a problem that they’d rather pretend doesn’t exist…and since I know how much these people hate speaking to and dealing with a member of the general public, I’m smiling right now because no doubt this be a fun day for me. I’m also very happy thinking about a very special project that my friend Megan Fox and I have been working on these last few months, which we’ll tell you more about in June. It’s summer in Chicago when the weather has finally stopped being so cold…and believe me I intend to make the most of every single day before winter’s chill returns with a vengeance. It’s now nice enough to reconnect with friends I haven’t seen in a while through the winter…and I am looking forward to all the adventures we’ll get up to.
I always feel strange when I type this, but I really hope that today you do something more than just read political opinion, essays, and articles on websites or watch the news…said the guy who runs a political website and spends all day checking in on the news.
It’s just that I wish that a place like Drudge Report or Breitbart.com or wherever actually inspired people to get off the couch and do something small each day to help shift the balance of power in the country…instead of merely opining on the sorry state of affairs in the country. I think Drudge is great and is my go-to site to see what’s happening in the world…but it’s really just reading and not ever “doing”.
Without Andrew Breitbart over there, Breitbart.com now seems to be a lot of people talking about things all the time, but not doing much either. Andrew, however, was always doing something, getting in a bad guy’s face, leaving the house and talking to people, and generally never wasting a day (of which that remarkable character had far too few). I wish his spirit was more evident on his legacy site…and that its caretakers encouraged equal parts action as well as reading (while simultaneously discouraging the Justins out there from stewing on things and upsetting themselves for no good reason).
I think it does take a lot of effort to make that transition from being someone who just reads websites all day to someone who takes what he or she reads on websites and engages in some action with that knowledge. I think the real key is to shift your focus to your local level so that you are not ever overwhelmed by everything that’s going on nationally. Find something in your community that upsets you…and then set about doing something about it. Pick a fight with your local government bureaucrats over something…and then do your homework, learn all the rules of procedure, start attending meetings, and ultimately triumph over the idiots and soft-tyrants in your local community.
It might not be the biggest issue facing this country right now, but I have a real problem with a public school teacher in Chicago making fun of his black students in comedy routines around the city…and I don’t think it’s appropriate for a current male stripper to be collecting $60,000 a year plus benefits in tax dollars to teach children by day and gyrate by night. As much as I love male strippers (full disclosure: most are pretty awesome), I just think you should be forced to choose between stripping and teaching and that the two shouldn’t mix (unless you are an instructor for grown-ups at some sort of master-level Stripper Academy…which would be a great storyline for a Magic Mike sequel, come to think of it).
Today I’m going to make sure the people who work with the Illinois Board of Education give me their opinion on all this…and tomorrow I’ll think about a next step, until this matter is successfully resolved to my satisfaction. Because the government works for me and I supervise the government. You do, too, in case you haven’t noticed. After that, I will find something else wrong about life in Chicago that I think needs addressing…and I will use my energy to make sure THAT thing is addressed too.
This sure beats sitting around the apartment on a gorgeous day being sad because everything on Breitbart or Drudge is so depressing. The irony is that it’s all so depressing because so many good people just sit around their homes all day reading Breitbart and Drudge Report and not doing anything about what’s upsetting them all so much.
QUESTION FOR COMMENTS: What’s something that’s bothering you about life in the town or city you live in? Is this something that the Left is doing to the community you live in, either to lower your standard of living or to just generally beat people into the ground with Alinsky Tactics? Maybe today you could focus on this bothersome thing and then start piecing together a plan for what YOU can do to make sure the matter’s properly addressed by whomever is responsible for it.
There comes a point when every person needs to stop waiting for “somebody to do something” about whatever…and for that person to just do it him or herself. Do you think today might be that day for you?
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This is what happens when socialists take away your guns. And it’s coming to America unless we fight back. Hey, I missed you guys! I’ll explain my temporary departure in a big fat post in the future. For now, I’M BAAAAAACK!!!!
Public School Shocker: Gay Porn Actor and Male Stripper Employed As Teacher at Joseph Stockton Elementary School in Chicago!
[ Click above to embiggen: 6th grade teacher Bradley Thomas Balof (sometimes "Bradley T. Balof" or "Bradley Balof") at Joseph Stockton Elementary School in Chicago is really "Brad Thomas" (porn actor) and "Bradley Thomas" (male stripper, erotic entertainer, racist comic, and sometimes-bartender at gay bar Sidetrack in Boystown) ]
The Chicago Public School system is now embroiled in another breaking scandal as it was uncovered this weekend that a gay porn actor and male stripper/erotic entertainer is currently employed as a sixth grade teacher at majority-minority Joseph Stockton Elementary School on Chicago’s north side.
This follows scandals in Florida and Massachusetts where FOX News and other investigative reporting teams discovered former gay porn stars teaching elementary school students in the Miami and Boston environs. Here in Illinois, I’ve uncovered irrefutable proof that the Chicago Public School system currently employs a man who continues to moonlight in the adult entertainment industry; by day, he’s charged with taking care of classrooms full of mostly minority children…but at night he bares his body in sweaty bars and upon public stages for the hungry eyes of other gay men.
Are parents of elementary school students in Chicago informed that at least one of the men teaching their children is currently involved in the adult entertainment industry and does the Chicago Public School System have any idea of the sort of nude moonlighting in which at least one of its teachers engages? These are questions we ask your help in answering this week as we get to the bottom of this new Chicago Public Schools scandal that warrants a full investigation by the state and federal Education Departments.
[ Click above to embiggen: employment information for Bradley T. Balof, who earns nearly $60,000/year as a public school teacher…but still performs as an adult entertainer at night ]
Bradley Thomas Balof has been on my radar for some time, since he performs as a stand-up comic and serves as the master-of-ceremonies (MC) for sexually-charged events at Sidetrack the Video Bar here in Chicago’s heavily-gay Boystown neighborhood.
While on the stage, Balof openly talks about being a Chicago Public School teacher…and, in fact, often mocks the mostly black students in his charge by incorporating variations of racist “Shaniqua” or “Loquisha” ghetto-humor into his comedy stylings; these are “jokes” commonly told by gay white men like Balof that depict his black students as ignorant “Shaniquas”, “Loquishas” and other ebonics-inspired characters who are in his opinion unable to learn, difficult to teach, and almost entirely coming from broken homes with missing fathers and stereotypical black “welfare queen” mothers, whom Balof portrays on stage as having children for the expressed purpose of collecting more government benefits (and then shunting the kids off to him and his fellow Chicago Public School teachers to deal with for the day). White gay men laugh uproariously at these “jokes”, which has made Balof a regular on the gay comedy circuit, according to his website: BradleyThomasComic.com. His experience teaching black students in a Chicago Public School classroom provides roughly 80% of what he talks about in his standup routines…and his jokes primarily boil down to the fact that the “Shaniquas”, “Loquishas”, and other black students in his classes exist entirely to be laughed at by gay men who find this style of “comedy” hilarious.
For the uninitiated, it’s incredibly common to find gays mocking blacks in niche comedy venues…while simultaneously black comedians often find it hilarious to make fun of gay people; this is part of the dynamic of the Left where one specific demographic group often mocks and targets another (but the national media never calls any of them out on it, since it’s one minority mercilessly maligning another for intra-party Democrat amusement).
When Balof’s not denigrating his students and their families at Sidetrack or other gay venues around town, he also appears nude or nearly-nude as a male stripper for various celebrations and serves as an erotic entertainer at leather and fetish-themed events, where he’s costumed in everything from steel-studded jockstraps to dog collars and brightly colored thongs or g-strings. Balof has seemingly made no effort whatsoever to hide his adult activities from simple Google image searches and, in fact, both Sidetrack the Video Bar (one of his employers) and ChicagoPride.com (an entertainment site focused on life in Boystown) prominently feature many images of Balof stripping, strutting, and posing nearly-nude around town. Sidetrack, during its recently discontinued “Laugh Track” standup comedy nights, additionally hosted a great number of Balof’s “comedic” attacks on black people and the mocking of his specific students at Joseph Stockton Elementary in Chicago. Sidetrack maintains a video archive of all the “Laugh Track” comedy performances from the years 2010 to 2012, as Balof’s racist “comedy” making fun of his black students was recorded by Sidetrack’s video production team.
Note: If the Chicago Public Schools or Illinois State Board of Education subpoenaed those tapes, they’d have footage of Balof’s “comedy stylings” where poor black children at Joseph Stockton Elementary are the butts of his “jokes”. Shockingly, he’s smart enough not to maintain a YouTube channel with any videos of his standup routine…but I personally saw Sidetrack’s videographer taping Balof delivering these “Shaniqua” and “Loquisha” riffs during those Laugh Track events and know that as of this writing they are sitting in the video production booth at Sidetrack and have not ever been destroyed.
[ Click above to embiggen: Bradley Thomas Balof appears as "Brad Thomas" in the gay adult films Into It and Bowser Makes A Movie ]
Going by the name “Brad Thomas”, Balof has appeared in at least two low-budget pornographic movies and is featured in sexually-charged music videos that can easily be found posted to the web. In one of his films, titled Into It and manufactured by the adult entertainment company Hustlers in 2006, Balof stars as “Brett” and is featured on the back cover art of the video reclining nude in a position of sexual satisfaction. The erotic film involves male hustlers, heavy drug use, a “night of unbridled sex”, nudity, a sado-masochistic relationship, and other similar attractions geared towards a gay male audience. A “hustler”, for those who don’t know, is a low-rent male prostitute who picks up “Johns” on the street or in gay bars in a city such as Chicago.
In 2005′s Bowser Makes a Movie from erotic entertainer Hornbill Films, Balof inhabits the character of “Vincent Van Coq” in a story about a young gay man who decides “to pursue his life dream…making an adult film”. “Coq” is, obviously, a Gallic manipulation of “cock”‘…which is itself American for regular old “penis”. Balof, billed here as “Brad Thomas” once again, appears shirtless on the cover art for the film grabbing at his penis through his pants and can be spotted on the reverse in a scene where the title character Bowser indeed films the porno he’d dreamed of making. Dirty Bird Pictures seems to have continued the “Bowser” character into several sequels, which include Bowser Makes A Porn and Bowser Makes Another Porn, but it’s unclear if Balof’s character Vincent Van Coq was featured in these further sexual adventures (and none of these erotic features should be confused with the angry, testudine dragon that repeatedly kidnapped Princess Peach in the Super Mario Bros. video game series).
The music video “Joan Crawford Goes to Hell” by Chicago-based Joan Crawford-inspired punk band “The Joans” featured Balof (credited as Bradley Thomas yet again) gyrating provocatively (starting at the 2:40 second mark in the video above), dolled up as one of Satan’s barely-dressed imps in leather and soot as the Hell-bound, deceased actress is engulfed in CGI flames. Near the end of the video, Balof kneels before Joan Crawford and paws at her sexually…before gyrating his body some more in disco a-go-go special effects while a skeleton dances in rainbow lights behind him. The video closes with Joan Crawford pushing an eager Balof’s head down to a sexual position conducive for cunnilingus. According to the end credits, the video was filmed at gay leather fetish bar Jackhammer in the Andersonville neighborhood of Chicago.
[ Click above to embiggen: Balof as "Bradley Thomas", MC of the IML Leathermen fetish events ]
Memorial Day Weekend in Chicago is when the annual International Mr. Leather (aka, “IML”) fetish pageant is held in a hotel downtown. Through the years, Balof has served as master-of-ceremonies (MC) for this event, where he’s appeared on stage in various forms of fetish gear, underpants, jockstraps, leather briefs, or nude. Balof in fact proudly posts this adult entertainment experience on his own website, as featured on his “Resume” page, and can clearly be seen performing his MC duties at the “world’s largest annual Leathermen convention”. The term “Leathermen” refers to gay men who enjoy a fetish of leather outfits, gear, and the corresponding sexual stereotypes associated with the “leather community”. The IML convention hosts sexual orgy parties, a “beauty pageant” of sorts where a nearly-nude “Mr. Leather” is crowned each year, and an expo of sexual toys and fetish gear for the “leather community”. In addition to serving as the MC for the major events, Balof danced in his underwear, in jockstraps, and nude for the enjoyment of IML attendees.
[ Click above to embiggen: Balof as "Bradley Thomas", Sidetrack bartender, stripper, drag queen, and MC for special events ]
As an employee of Sidetrack the Video Bar, Balof regularly appears in his underwear, jockstraps, dolled up as Liza Minnelli, and nearly-nude at various events that owner Art Johnston hosts in his bar (in addition to Balof’s normal shifts as a Sidetrack underpants-clad bartender). Serving as master-of-ceremonies (MC) for these sexually charged events, Balof also seizes the opportunity to engage in polarizing and oftentimes hateful speech directed at Christians, such as the tirade he engaged in against Dan Cathy and the Chick-Fil-A restaurant chain at the Equality Illinois Pie Toss held at Sidetrack last year, where Balof berated a man dressed in a chicken costume as an effigy of Cathy and his company. Balof hosts the Sidetrack Mardi Gras, Halloween, and drag events…where he similarly revs up considerable hatred amongst Sidetrack employees and customers for Christians, conservatives in general, and others Balof labels “enemies of the gay community”. He encourages Sidetrack’s clientele and staff to hate Christians and Republicans and to take to the streets after events to punish and persecute those he and Sidetrack portray as “the enemy”. The net effect of all of this is quite similar to the exhortations against Emanuel Goldstein in George Orwell’s 1984, with Balof’s purposefully-chosen sexual-charged attire designed to get the maximum attention of the crowds for his rabid, anti-Christian and anti-conservative calls to arm.
When Balof lists himself as “an activist” on his resume, this is the sort of activity that he means.
You may also recall that Balof was one of the five hosts of the now-defunct Boystown tee-vee show “Only At Brunch”, which lasted just one episode back in the fall of 2011 and is today remembered primarily for the cruel bullying of special needs toddler Trig Palin by one of Balof’s co-hosts (while Balof himself laughed at these “jokes” and did nothing to stop them on camera) and misogynistic attacks on Congresswoman Michele Bachmann. Only At Brunch was promoted heavily at Sidetrack, where the show held its premiere episode-watching party with complimentary drinks provided by Art Johnston. Johnston, it should be noted, is constantly informed about this sort of activity continuing in his place of business but he elects never to put any stop to it. Similarly, it should also be noted that Johnston self-styles himself as “Chicago’s Harvey Milk” and the principal leader of the “gay community” in the state of Illinois.
Johnston has been inducted into the Chicago Gay & Lesbian Hall of Fame and has seemingly no understanding of the word “hypocrisy”, since his establishment Sidetrack is ground zero for the hatred revved up against Christians and conservatives in Chicago…but, yet, Johnston never turns down an opportunity to lambast Christians and conservatives as “bigots” or persecutors of the gay community. Johnston, following Alinsky Rules for Radicals to the letter, accuses his “enemies” of doing the very things he and his staff engage in at Sidetrack.
To promote his standup comedy appearances during “Queer Comedy at Zanies in Chicago”, Balof appeared on a YouTube talk show called TheQudotco, in which he spoke openly about his employment as a Chicago Public School teacher. Tony Soto, the host of “The Qu”, specifically asked Balof if any of his students were aware of his activities outside of school hours…and implicitly asked whether the minors he taught during the day understood what their teacher got up to at night. As you can see in the video, Soto is clearly amused by the idea that a public school teacher could lead Bradley Thomas Balof’s double life.
Balof gave a quick run-down of his career outside the classroom, by noting that he started off as a circus ringmaster, then got into MC-ing events, hosting drag performances, and ultimately serving as the Master-of-Ceremonies for the International Mr. Leather (IML) convention (which Balof described as “expanding his horizons every Memorial Day weekend”, giving the camera a wink at the double-entendre obvious to anyone with a concept of what sort of “expanding” happens to a man’s body during “IML” weekend in Chicago; it seems “horizons” is slang to Soto for “sphincter”).
At about the 1:35 mark in the video above, Balof talks about still trying to find “his performance voice” while Soto asks if any of his students have discovered his extracurricular activities online. Balof acknowledges that children have, in fact, found his “other life” online…and even acknowledges they could be watching this very video by admonishing them to “do their homework!”.
Balof states directly into the camera at about the 1:50 mark: “I approach it as this is something that I do and that everyone should follow their (sic) passion in life. And to be a role model and to be in front of students…to not also want to express this artistic side of myself and to entertain people which is just something that is innate to the core of my being would be to not practice what I am preaching”.
At the 2:09 minute mark, Soto asks Balof how much material for his comedy routines he gets from his job and Balof states that he gets: “as much material as any comic gets from their (sic) family or their (sic) job or whatever. Funny things happen on a daily basis, oh yah, sure. We all remember what it was like to be 13 and, yah, exactly”. Since Balof’s students are mostly black in a majority-minority school like Joseph Stockton Elementary, those “funny stories from work” are thus primarily about young black children whom Balof regularly lampoons with heavy racial stereotypes in his comedy routines.
Near the 4:00 minute mark, Soto asks Balof how he juggles being a public school teacher with working in a bar and doing comedy and Balof explains that he does most of his adult entertaining during the school breaks, including the three months in the summer that he has off every year as a Chicago Public Schools employee earning about $60,000 annually (plus benefits…and including a full pension for the rest of his life at his last level of salary when he retires).
Clearly, working in a public school as a teacher is a highly attractive day job for entertainers in the adult industry…since once they age out of porn, stripping, bartending, and fetish conventions they can retire in luxury on permanent pensions provided to them by the taxpayers of Illinois.
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Like Balof, other adult entertainers have also been enticed by the ridiculously-generous salaries and benefits packages in the public school system, including the union guarantee that they all maintain their level of pay at retirement for the rest of their natural lives.
The website Queerty (which describes itself as “Free of An Agenda. Except That Gay One”) recently ran the article “Adult Film Stars Who’ve Retired: Did They Have Happy Endings?” that profiled a handful of male pornographic actors and adult entertainers who are now “mainstreaming”.
Just like Bradley Thomas Balof, the porn stars Collin O’Neal (real name Shawn Loftis) and Hytch Cawke (real name Kevin Hogan) became public school teachers to qualify for the high salaries, lavish benefits, and guaranteed retirement funds that accompany teaching positions in most states. O’Neal/Loftis taught at Nautilus Middle School in Miami, Florida and Cawke/Hogan found a job at Mystic Valley Charter School in Massachusetts. This is around the time, coincidentally, that Bradley Thomas Balof also started working for the Chicago Public School system.
In 2010, the School Board fired Shawn Loftis for his porn past but the Teachers’ Commission forced his reinstatement in 2011, claiming that his career in the adult industry was over and that he was trying to start a fresh life and educate his students about the mistakes he made by becoming a porn star. It appears he continues to be left in charge of children in Miami-Dade County to this day.
FOX News reporter Mike Beaudet ambushed Kevin Hogan back in 2011 on camera and confronted him about his gay-for-pay porn past; this is a term for a straight (and often married) male who performs in gay sex videos strictly for the money (most often with the wife’s approval). His wife, it turned out, was also a former porn star (so clearly she didn’t mind what her husband was up to). In 2011 Hogan was suspended with pay while the situation was investigated and finally in 2012 the School Board in Massachusetts decided to dismiss Hogan and not allow him to teach in the 2012-2013 academic year, citing the fact that he had previously performed in adult oriented videos and he’d highly embarrassed his school when word on this got out.
So, that makes one School Board in Democrat-controlled Miami, Florida that decided a gay man’s porn past has no relevancy to the appropriateness of his being a public school teacher…and one School Board in a slightly less Leftist area of Massachusetts that decided a public school was not the best place for a retired porn star to work during the day.
What’s interesting about the Matter of Bradley Thomas Balof is that he currently still works in the adult entertainment industry as a male stripper, erotic entertainer and MC at fetish events, dancer in music videos, and additionally delivers highly racist comedy routines in which he mocks his public school students. While it appears the last pornographic movie he appeared in was in 2005 or 2006, the rest of his adult-acitivities-moonlighting still continues (mostly during breaks in the school year). He was just nearly-naked again in public this weekend, as a matter of fact.
So, unlike porn stars Loftis and Hogan, Balof is still very much in the adult entertainment business…while simultaneously being employed as a Chicago Public School teacher.
This being Chicago, with Rahm Emanuel as our Mayor, Barbara Byrd-Bennett as CEO of the Chicago Public Schools system, and Karen Lewis as the President of the Chicago Teacher’s Union…what do you think the odds are of Bradley Thomas Balof continuing to teach the sixth grade by day in a shirt and tie while gyrating in bars and on public stages at night wearing not much more than some coconut oil and a smile?
Hope! Change! Adult entertainers for teachers everywhere!
QUESTION FOR COMMENTS: Do you think it’s appropriate for a Chicago Public School teacher to appear in porn, work as a male stripper, MC leather fetish events, and perform comedy routines in which he mocks his sixth grade students for their race and (in his opinion) lack of intelligence?
What would you do if you found out an adult entertainer was teaching in YOUR school district where you lived…and this teacher was not a “former adult entertainer”, but was someone who currently engages in this activity after he’s done teaching your children for the day?
Do you think that people employed with taxpayer funds in public schools should be forbidden to be part of the adult entertainment industry?
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I’m not sure if you realized, but this weekend the once-canceled tee-vee show “Arrested Development” returned…via a new order of about 15 episodes on Netflix streaming. I have not owned a television since 2009 and only very rarely buy DVDs…but I adore my Netflix streaming subscription ($8 or so a month) and also pay for Hulu.com ($8 a month as well); I have an Amazon Prime Membership too (which is $75/year but includes free shipping on almost all of my orders in addition to the “Prime” videos that stream for free on that site). So, for about $16 a month I feel I have access to everything I could ever want entertainment-wise…and I’m not paying a cent to a cable company like Comcast, which would then divert part of its revenue stream into the Democrat Party (or fund operations like MSNBC, which as you know is the propaganda wing of the DNC).
Netflix had previously funded “House of Cards” (excellent) and “Hemlock Grove” (dreadful), making the new episodes of “Arrested Development” the third original series produced exclusively for airing on a streaming-content provider. I hope this is the wave of the future, because I think it would shake the vice-grip that the Left holds over our culture in this country…since the less power that tee-vee networks have and the more choices Americans receive in how they view entertainment programs then the harder it is for the Left to dictate what people see and how they think.
However, I was somewhat disappointed to watch a marathon of the new fourth season of “Arrested Development” on Netflix and see just how much Leftist propaganda was crammed into each streaming episode. There are no commercials when you watch a program streaming, so the Left needs to influence you directly within the content of the show itself. Ron Howard, the producer, director, and narrator of “Arrested Development” seems to be a pretty committed and determined Leftist.
When “Arrested Development” originally aired on FOX, I didn’t notice as much of the Leftist propaganda on the show…which is either because it was on tee-vee back when I was still a Democrat (pre-2008 and the rise of Barack Obama and his gang of Lefty thugs) or because FOX limited the amount of Democrat propaganda the show was allowed to spout back then (OR the remnants of my teenaged crush on Jason Bateman obscured the propaganda from me, since I was just so happy the guy was cast in a popular show again after so many years in the Phantom Zone). FOX, as a network, is not the opponent of the Left that some people like to believe (because 80% of the people working there do in fact vote Democrat…but they just hide it better than the other networks while on the work clock)…but it does in fact limit the Left’s speechifying to the bare minimum (in comparison to NBC (the worst), ABC (second worst), and CBS (just a tad to the Left of FOX when it comes to entertainment programs)).
If you haven’t yet watched the new episodes of “Arrested Development”, I don’t think there are any “spoilers” in what I’m talking about, as I’m not giving away any critical plot points by telling you some of the general Lefty themes that Ron Howard decided to ram into the show:
* There’s a new black character named Herbert Love (played by Terry Crews), with a wife named Ophelia Love (Garcelle Beauvais). This is a parody of Herman Cain and his own wife. In the fourth season of the show, Love is a gross caricature of a randy black man who can’t control his penis around white women…and who loves hiring (what he thinks are) prostitutes so he can cheat on his wife as much as possible. Ron Howard uses Love to mock Cain’s memorable 9-9-9 tax plan, with Love at times calling it a “6 and 9″ plan or a “high low” plan. No doubt you realize “69″ is slang for simultaneous oral sex (gay or straight). I swear, if a Republican ever depicted a black man as ridiculously as Ron Howard showcases “Herbert Love” the Left would be screaming “Ray Ciss!” like there was no tomorrow. In fact, there’d BE NO TOMORROW for anyone in conservative ranks who ever insinuated that black men are good for nothing sex hounds on constant prowl for white women…which is EXACTLY how Ron Howard depicts them on “Arrested Development”.
* The only other black character on the show, ever, has been Carl Weathers…who portrays a fictional version of himself who is a thief, petty criminal, and kleptomaniac who is willing to do just about anything for money. I’m not sure why Weathers agreed to do this in the first place, but he continues the negative characterization of himself in this new season of “Arrested Development”. A pattern emerges where it’s clear that white elites like Ron Howard in Hollywood really do see black man as savages and part of a depraved or criminal caste…because just about any time a black male scores a part in a Ron Howard production the guy portrays one low life or another. There are no successful, professional black people in things Ron Howard directs, produces, or writes. If you hear the sound of crickets, that’s where the entertainment magazines and websites are NOT asking why this is. But I think it’s a really great question why, so many years after “The Cosby Show” and its elegant Huxtable family and “The Fresh Prince of Bel Air” with its respectable Banks clan (ignoring steppinfetchit Will Smith), there are no black lawyers, black judges, black doctors, or intelligent black people portrayed in comedies that high-powered elites of the Left such as Ron Howard produce. Why don’t Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton, and Henry Gates fire up their indignation and head over to Ron Howard’s offices at Imagine Entertainment?
* A large part of the new season’s storyline is set against the proposed building of a wall along the US border to keep Mexican criminals from crossing over illegally as neuvo-colonists (a term I coined for people who aren’t immigrating here like others did in the past, but are really colonizing the US and intending never to assimilate into our society or follow our laws…basically just establishing colonies of Mexicans in our country who will never speak anything but Spanish and who will slowly demand that America changes to become more like Mexico, instead of these people following our laws and adopting our customs and becoming Americans themselves). Of course, Ron Howard lampoons the notion of a wall…because the more nuevo-colonists who settle on this side of the border the more future Democrat voters there are when ObamaRubio Amnesty is foisted on us (after which, no Republican will win national office ever again). ”Arrested Development”, thus, mocks anyone who demands Mexicans follow the rules established for legal immigration into the country because it is Mission Critical for Democrats to secure tens of millions of new voters for the party by importing third world, Spanish-speaking peasants on an unrestricted scale.
* Cinco de Mayo is surprisingly mocked, which I enjoyed…because it’s actually not even a real holiday in Mexico and is just something that nuevo-colonists celebrate here in the US as an excuse to wave Mexican flags while demanding amnesty for criminals on this side of the border. On “Arrested Development”, one of the characters decides to celebrate “Cinco de Quatro” — May 4th — because she doesn’t speak Spanish and doesn’t know that “Cinco” means “five” and “Mayo” is a fattening, gross condiment that nobody really needs on a sandwich in the year 2013. Her reasoning is that if she holds a big party on “Cinco de Quatro” then she will deplete all the party supplies people were saving for May 5th…and she will thus ruin the nuevo-colonists’ celebrations. The character, Lucille Bluth (matriarch of the Bluth clan), is depicted as a Grinch type of fiend for doing this…with all of the nuevo-colonists being the innocent little Whos in Whoville by extension.
* Another main subplot involves disgraced therapist Tobias Funke (David Cross), who must register as a sex offender because of a mishap he was involved in…and then he has trouble finding a place to live. This plot involves other sex offenders, who must inform neighbors of their arrival at a new address, all moving together onto a cull de sac of abandoned homes that the Bluth family (the main characters on the show) couldn’t sell in this economy. This seemed to be Ron Howard’s way of ridiculing sex offender registration laws and requiring people convicted of sex crimes to post their whereabouts publicly via designated websites. I actually think the government has gone way too far with some of this stuff…because people who are incontinent and couldn’t make it to proper bathrooms in time while drunk have been registered as sex offenders because they urinated in public at 3am in a neighborhood where they didn’t even realize there was a school. Yet, these people are being punished for the rest of their lives for not just wetting their pants…and they are being treated as stringently as true predators who hunted and exploited children. Something indeed is wrong with that.
* George Michael Bluth (played by the increasingly-strange-looking Michael Cera and named not for the singer but for his father Michael and his grandfather George) inadvertently becomes a Mark Zuckerburg/Facebook-type-tycoon when people think he’s invented privacy software called Fakeblock…that they think will prevent pirates from stealing the digital content of others. ”Fakeblock” is actually supposed to be an app for smartphones that makes an artificial sound of a piece of wood being banged by another piece of wood (so the app is literally a “fake block of wood” instead of a way to “block fakes” in the digital sense).
While I still enjoy seeing Liza Minnelli on a tee-vee show (portraying the drunken, man-hungry “Lucille 2″…a woman with the same first name as “Lucille Bluth”, who is sometimes known as “Lucille 1″) and I adore Jessica Walter (who you might remember from Play Misty for Me if you like good, creepy Fatal Attraction type movies made in the 70s), I found myself falling asleep during my “Arrested Development” Netflix marathon…and it was the middle of the day!
The show is almost the same as when it originally aired on FOX, though it’s clearly made on a tighter budget these days…but it also suffers from Ron Howard’s insistence on jamming more Leftist agit-prop into the show. I actually think he doesn’t even realize he does this…and the things he just naturally thinks are funny in Hollywood are those that mock conservatives…but really never go hard at all on the bizarre things that Lefties subscribe to or believe in.
Since black conservatives are such a dire threat to the Democrat Party’s plantation-like hold over black people, Ron Howard just had to aggressively mock Herman Cain by proxy…because it’s Mission Critical for Democrats to ensure that no black conservative is ever respected or admired by the American people. This is Brand Management 101 in marketing terms, because Democrats have “the historic and unprecedented first black president” in office right now…and so Democrats feel proprietary of “black male elected officials”. Can’t have Republicans ever be seen with articulate black conservatives like Allen West, Mia Love, Thomas Sowell, Kevin Jackson, or Condoleezza Rice…so instead Ron Howard needed to eviscerate conservative black people by shoving the minstrel-grade Herbert Love character in this new season of “Arrested Development”.
If you were a fan of the show when it originally aired, I think you should watch the new season…but just know that you’ll be rolling your eyes here and there, when I don’t remember doing that before.
I hope this is a big hit for Netflix, though, because in the big picture the success of this “Arrested Development” relaunch and all the original programming that Netflix, Hulu, or Amazon produce are enormous existential threats to network television and the Left’s control over Americans. The more digital content providers who produce streaming original shows the better…because that becomes fewer and fewer people who are watching tee-vee. And that means less money for the networks from advertisers…and thus smaller budgets for the news departments at the networks, which will then be able to produce less propaganda for Democrats. This is just such a “Win-Win-Win” situation for all of us that I can’t do enough to encourage people to subscribe to Netflix streaming, Hulu, and Amazon Prime Videos (while hopefully canceling their cable entirely and depriving the Democrats of donations from your Comcast revenue stream).
QUESTION FOR COMMENTS: Do you notice the Left’s talking points and other propaganda inserted in tee-vee shows you enjoy? What do you do when you come across something like this if you are watching the show with your kids?
I’ve been over my friend Megan Fox’s house while she’s watching tee-vee with her two little girls and she will stop a show and explain to the kids that what the person on tee-vee just said is a lie…and then she will tell them how things really are. I just love that, and think it’s great parenting. She does it in a really nice way too that’s not obtrusive or negative; in a very nice voice she just says, “Now girls, that man is lying. You know what he is saying is just not true. Do you remember what we learned about such-and-such?”.
It’s sad that in 2013 people really need to keep this much attention on what the tee-vee is telling children…but at the same time, never before in history has the tee-vee lied so much or worked so hard to do the Left’s bidding in terms of indoctrinating youngsters to hate America, hate their parents, and swear allegiance to the Left now and forever.
Scary times like these demand excellent parents…and eternal vigilance regarding our media.
What else is on your minds this Tuesday, May 28th 2013?
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Last night, HBO aired its biopic of Liberace, Behind the Candelabra that starred Michael Douglas as Liberace and Matt Damon as his longtime, “secret” boyfriend. Neither of these two are gay in real life, in case you were wondering. But in college I was on the crew team with a guy who was from Mallorca, Spain and who lived next door to a house that Michael Douglas owned there…and Douglas apparently used to shoot guns off all day, which drove the Spanish kid’s parents’ CRAZY. I didn’t much like that kid (he stunk all the time because he had never heard of deodorant, apparently), so I’ve always been fond of Michael Douglas for shooting off guns all day on Mallorca and disturbing my teammate’s (probably stinky) family.
Matt Damon is a buffoon who used to be tolerable because he was good-looking once upon a time and I enjoyed him in The Talented Mr. Ripley. These days, he’s not only insufferable in his Occupy Wall Street type views (his latest activist campaign is to promise to never use a toilet again until people in the third world have fresh water…and I almost wish I was making that up, it’s so stupid) but he’s been permanently eclipsed as my go-to idiot eye candy by the remarkable Ryan Lochte (JEAH!). Great Merciful Zeus, that Lochte is one beautiful man…and just about as dumb as rocks. For those who don’t know him, he’s the one “who played ‘Murica in the Olympics” and won some medals, but he doesn’t remember what kind or how many. One of my favorite things that happened this year so far was when Lochte appeared on a morning tee-vee show a few weeks back, and proved his himbo bona fides by making as little sense as possible while being gorgeous:
I love that female news anchor. She needs to be on a national show so I could see her more often. She’s a hoot. I wish she’d laugh at more of the celebrities out there, because so many of them deserve to be laughed-at like this. Matt Damon included.
As for the Liberace biopic, I’m smiling today because I remember an aunt of mine who had an obsession with Liberace while I was growing up…and insisted until his death that he was not gay and didn’t have HIV (like Rock Hudson) and that anyone who said otherwise was just jealous of him. Aunt Vesta looked like sassy waitress “Flo” on the sitcom “Alice” and maintained an elaborate beehive hairstyle that she shellacked each morning with a fresh coat of hairspray; at night she’d wrap the thing in toilet paper secured in place strategically with bobby pins…and she’d sleep with her head resting on this wooden block under her neck, which I’ve only otherwise seen in the Egyptian collections of museums (where that same sort of neck rest was used to keep the mummies’ heads elevated on the embalming tables).
The first thing she’d do when she woke up each day was to write another fan letter to Liberace, telling him about her dreams. Some of these she’d actually mail to him in Las Vegas, if they were especially interesting dreams or if she wanted to tell him (for the 100th time) that she didn’t think he was gay no matter what other people would say. Occasionally, Liberace would write her back…and she’d have those letters framed and mounted in one of her hallways, which became a museum/shrine to Liberace in her suburban ranch home. Of course, Liberace sent her Christmas cards that shed glitter all over the carpet when Vesta opened them. Twice a year she’d fly down to watch “her Lee” perform in concert and get new photos taken with him, which she’d also frame and place all over her house.
If you ever dared to say that Liberace’s weight loss towards the end of his life was attributable to anything other than his “trademarked watermelon diet”, Aunt Vesta’s eyes would go dark and her fingers would tighten like claws and it felt like lightning was about to shoot out of her hands and electrocute you. She was not having any of that, and she was not playing around when it came to defending Liberace’s honor. She’d summon the very powers of Hell to smite you if you even hinted that someday there’d be a movie on HBO about him and his longtime boyfriend that spilled all the dirt on life “behind the candelabra”.
As what we’d call today “a super fan”, Vesta bought every Liberace doll, record, souvenir, video, book, or other piece of memorabilia she could get her hands on. And she collected every magazine he appeared in, but would black-out any insinuation that he was gay…like a CIA operative redacting documents. Whenever Star magazine or the Enquirer ran cover stories on Liberace’s “secret life”, Vesta would hurry to every store in her area and turn the magazines around so that people wouldn’t be easily exposed to “those lies”. I actually picked this trick up from her, but I do it to magazines with Michelle Antoinette Obama on them…so that her gaze doesn’t turn any unsuspecting children to stone. That’s my public service errand of the day.
Aunt Vesta wasn’t what I’d call a nice woman and would enthusiastically spoil most events she attended by provoking some fight, insulting someone (usually the occasion’s honoree), or generally being a rain cloud that deliberately spoiled the fun of others. And, yes, she “spoke now or forever held her peace” at so many weddings that several priests in the area started skipping that part of the traditional ceremony entirely, just to deprive “that crazy woman with the beehive who always stands up and hurls insults in the church” of her opportunity to criticize the bride or groom (or both) in the spotlight of someone else’s special day. Historical note: at my parents’ own wedding in the groovy mid-70s, Vesta arrived for the occasion in a bridal-white pantsuit with glitter-and-sequined red roses and green branches of thorns all down one side (like she bought the thing from Elvis at a consignment shop in Vegas when he gained too much weight…or perhaps that wedding-ruining pantsuit was loaned to her for the occasion by her pen pal Liberace, since it’s the kind of thing he’d probably wear to a wedding too..even though the only person who is supposed to wear white that day is the BRIDE and sequins are most traditionally reserved for the strippers at the bachelorette/bachelor parties the night before).
But, when Vesta was in full-on “Liberace mode” (listening to his music on the rhinestone-covered record player she reserved just for him, talking about him to the uninitiated, displaying her collection of expensive-in-the-early-80s-VHS-cassette tapes of his performances, bragging about her treasure trove of Liberace mementoes, etc.) she was actually quite delightful. To hear her go on about Liberace and what he was really like and how he’d recognize her every time he saw her was this whole other side of the woman. She actually smiled when she talked about him! And didn’t say anything mean or spiteful to anyone! Vesta would go on for hours describing all of Liberace’s capes and his piano collection and she knew every line of dialogue from when he guest-starred on the old Batman tee-vee show as one of its campiest villains. Aunt Vesta was a tour guide in the gaudy but cheery world of Liberace…and she was just about the happiest person in the whole world while she was doing that.
This lively, positive, fun, and interesting side of Vesta was never seen again after Liberace died of AIDS in 1987…and it became publicly known that he was, in fact, one of the gayest people to ever walk the planet.
Though the capes, rhinestones, makeup, and jewelry (which he wore when he was NOT on stage) should have been a big clue this man was gayer than rainbows, Vesta somewhere along the line convinced herself that he was just “eccentric” and was “European” in his taste for art (and reproductions of Michelangelo’s complete oeuvre of male nudity, in particular). She was full-on catatonic for a year after Liberace’s funeral (which she flew down to Vegas to attend with other fans)…and then removed all of her Liberace memorabilia and entombed it in her garage for many years, leaving faded blank spots on her walls and rooms devoid of any life or color.
Vesta actually became very touchy about the subject of Liberace after that…and now has rewritten history to claim she never was really all that into him and that she always knew he was gay…and “got what he deserved” when he caught HIV. I personally just think she’s angry her celebrity “friend” died and the best way for her to stop that hurt was to decide to aggressively hate gay people…since the lizard part of her brain believes that being gay led to Liberace catching HIV and that’s what caused him to die from AIDS…and take Liberace away from her!
It’s ironic that being gay made him creative and fabulous…and that if Liberace had been straight he would have probably been a truck driver or a Teamster; God makes no mistakes and celebrates those who share their talents as who they truly are at heart. People who are exceptional at anything are those who are living their lives in celebration of the gifts a God with a sense of humor and fun gave them.
The last time I ever saw Aunt Vesta was several years ago at my grandmother’s funeral in Cleveland. I hadn’t been back to the city of light, city of magic that is Cleveland in quite a while and flew in from Chicago not long after moving here to live with my boyfriend at the time, Harvey. Vesta, still beehived (and Aquanet’s best and possibly last-remaining customer), was more malicious and troublemaking than ever. Funerals aren’t fun affairs for anyone (especially so for the person in the box), but Vesta managed to make the occasion as awkward and unpleasant as possible…by going around the room and pointing out people’s faults, poking mourners in the stomach to tell them they got fat, suggesting women were getting crow’s feet and men were losing their hair, etc. She actually came up to me and said, wagging her stick-like finger in my face, “I’ve got a bone to pick with you, Mister! You ain’t gay are you? You ain’t some little fag…because if you are I hope you get AIDS too!” This was nastier than Vesta had ever been in the past (to me at least) and was a far cry from how she used to be back when she had Liberace in her life to give her something to love and cherish. I think maybe once she found out he really was gay she just shriveled up inside and her heart turned bitter…and that hasn’t changed since.
It’s sad, because Aunt Vesta was never someone that anyone seemed to like very much…but having Liberace in her life made the woman smile, be pleasant to others, and have conversations where she wasn’t needling, mean, or offensive. He really brought out the only good side to a woman who was otherwise stuffed to the gills with attention-seeking malice and hate…and it’s just so tragic that Liberace’s death was also the end of Aunt Vesta’s “good side” and positive attributes.
I choose to remember her back on her Liberace highs in the 80s…and not the low of calling me a fag at my grandmother’s funeral in 2007 or so.
How many people in this world like Liberace have that kind of effect on others…where they literally bring out the best in someone who otherwise is a horror to be around?
Liberace’s always been a flamboyant punchline in pop culture…but it was pretty fabulous that for a couple of decades he magically transformed my Aunt Vesta into a much better person, by being so damn fabulous and rhinestone-studded that she had no choice but to behave like a decent person when under his influence; Liberace’s music and showmanship just made this woman feel so good about life and herself that she became a joy to be around…but only when Liberace’s unique spell was cast on her by the light of a gilded candelabra. When that light dimmed and the music stopped…Vesta reverted back to form.
I grew up in the 1980s when every other movie-of-the-week was some story roughly based on “Pollyanna” where one random magical person or another came to a town full of grumps and made everything better just by being kooky and larger-than-life. I see clearly that Liberace did that for so many more people than just Aunt Vesta in Ohio…and I hope that this new HBO movie reintroduces the man to people who may have forgotten about him…or who, like Vesta, turned their backs on him when they “discovered” he was gay (which is more like the rhinestone-encrusted-scales fell off their eyes and they saw the obvious, in my mind, but whatever).
Maybe Vesta will pull a few of her boxes out of the Phantom Zone banishment in the garage and relive some of her best memories of her fallen idol now that Michael Douglas is taking people behind that candelabra on HBO. If ghosts were real and could actually come visit people, I’d wish that Liberace would haunt Aunt Vesta in a pleasant way…so that she could once again be the strangely-dressed woman with big hair who’d take me to the airport to eat barbecue chicken in a restaurant there (since she insisted it was the only place to get barbecue in Cleveland, though that wasn’t at all true)…instead of the goblin-like scold who’d ruin people’s weddings and hurl pejoratives at me at a funeral.
Think what you want of the man, but I’m telling you that anyone who could cast such a spell of positivity on Aunt Vesta to make her pleasant and fun for a while here and there was kind of an angel of showmanship in my book. I never got the appeal of his music (and still really don’t)…but at 36 I’ve been through enough in life to appreciate just how few people out there can ever bring out the best in anyone for any length of time. And Liberace sure could do that. Boy, could he ever.
QUESTION FOR COMMENTS: Have you ever found someone who brought out the best in you and just delighted you, the way Liberace delighted my Aunt Vesta? Do you see ways that maybe YOU could even be that person for someone else in you life…a sort of always-positive presence that inspires the person to be the best that he or she can be?
Today is Memorial Day and it’s a solemn day for a lot of people that focuses mainly on those who have died in service to the country…but I think the only time Death ever wins is when we lose sight of the vibrancy and positivity of life. Remembering people doesn’t mean having to go to a graveyard in the cold and rain to lay flowers…because it’s also about tapping into the very best of the people we remember….and giving the best of them new life by incorporating those good qualities into ourselves. If you think of someone very brave who is now gone…the best way to honor that person is to be brave yourself in scary situations…so that others who need your leadership are inspired by the bravery that YOU showed. Think of that other person’s bravery as a gift to you that YOU can now pass on to someone else…and hopefully it just keeps going and echoes into forever.
Everyone has something to give because everyone was gifted by God with a talent…and I think everyone has the potential to be a vibrant, positive force in the world who inspires those around them to love life and serve this country in unique and individual ways. Not all of us have the honor of wearing a uniform and being in the military, but I think we all can channel some of the spirit of the very best of these patriots and ensure we honor their memory by being just a little bit like them every day, in our own ways.
Life in this country is very tough right now. And I don’t think we’ve even seen the worst yet of what’s coming for us. But I do know we will survive it all together if today and every day we reconnect with what made the patriots of the past so great and appreciate the legacy of service and love of country they left us.
– Open Thread –
How Barack Obama and Rock Hudson Are Alike (Hint: a complicit press worked a clear agenda to protect their secrets for years). Oh, and they’re also both gay as rainbows.
[ Click above to embiggen ]
I recently watched an episode of the series “The Will” that’s available on Amazon Instant Video right now, which investigates the controversies surrounding the settling of celebrity estates and trusts; the episode of note (Season 2, Episode 5: The Estate of Rock Hudson) was about what happened to Rock Hudson’s millions after he died in 1985 and the world finally “discovered” Rock was gay (shocker!)…and had purposefully never disclosed his HIV status to his live-in male lover at the time, Marc Christian MacGinnis. I’m 36 and was just a kid when Rock died…but I remember most people being shocked to learn that this famous Hollywood leading man was actually gay for all those many years of his career as a heterosexual heartthrob, having Pillow Talk with Doris Day, smooching Julie Andrews in some random movie, running around with Susan St. James as his pretend wife on the tee-vee, tangling with Elizabeth Taylor in Giant, bearding it up with Phyllis Gates as his pretend wife in real life, and finally freaking Linda Evans out by kissing her on “Dynasty” (back when people were largely ignorant of how HIV spreads and the poor woman thought for many months she’d caught the then-quickly-fatal disease (and not to mention cooties) from her on-screen lip lock with deeply closeted gay Rock Hudson).
As you’d see if you click the link above, the investigators on “The Will” spent a good amount of time explaining to the audience why so many people were so stunned to learn that Rock was gay…even though those who lived and worked in Hollywood knew about his romantic preferences and general antics for years. Looking back on the man and his career, it’s incredibly obvious that he was gay, was hosting fabulous pool parties for barely-dressed young bucks, and that he engaged in a sham marriage with a studio secretary (that would be Phyllis Gates) because he needed that playacting for his public image (to beard what he was doing in private).
In case you haven’t figured this part out, “beards” in this context aren’t the scruffy, manly thing actors Chris Pine and Ben Affleck look awesome sporting on their faces…but the opportunistic sort, of the female persuasion, that closeted male celebrities squire on their arms (to fool the rubes into believing they are He-Man, die-hard, heterosexuals). Actors have been doing this since the advent of Hollywood fame (if not before motion pictures even existed)…and somewhere along the line in recent decades the political world has followed suit. Maybe when the country elected a former actor to be president in the 1980s the Washington establishment decided the best way to manage political image was by cribbing notes from the honchos of the old studio system in California, which protected the “brand” of marketable gay-men-posing-as-straight by teaming them up with beards best suited for the role.
This, of course, makes Michelle Obama the most high-profile and powerful beard in history (even if it can’t get her to dress worth a damn (or find a convincingly realistic wig and stick with it), unlike the countless Hollywood beards that have sprouted up before her).
My good friend Justine who retired to Toluca Lake, California was in her 20s back in Rock’s promiscuous heyday and she well remembers his house in Beverly Hills, which he called “The Castle”. Back then, there was a club in Los Angeles named Studio One that attracted all sorts of celebrities of the mid-70s to the cleaner, less drug-hazed, and more vibrant version of New York’s Studio 54. While people like Andy Warhol, Bianca Jagger, and even Jackie Kennedy were buzzing down to the dank VIP pit in 54 (which was actually just a basement-cum-exclusive-lounge…no pun intended, I swear) to hold court amidst all that trademarked debauchery, the likes of Farrah Fawcett, Elizabeth Taylor, and Raquel Welch were dazzling Studio One with sporadic appearances where they were embraced and admired by “their gays”. In keeping with the natural laws of gay physics, wherever there are celebrated female divas there will always be an endless supply of hot, young gay guys in their retinue…since gay guys are attracted to these women by gravitational force (if never sexual chemistry) and the lure of their vicarious limelight.
Justine remembers Rock’s assistants and procurers coming “down the hill” from The Castle to invite the hottest, tallest, and blondest men back to the mansion to have a swim and meet Rock…since a closeted Hollywood movie star couldn’t come down to Studio One to pick up boys himself. It seemed to Justine that picking up studs for Rock Hudson was a full-time job that just about everyone in those circles knew about. “Nice work if you can get it, right?”, she told me, while explaining that the procurers weren’t at all subtle about what they were doing…and that they didn’t have to be, since most guys were closeted themselves and saw no benefit in talking to anyone about Rock Hudson having the modern equivalent of the Abercrombie & Fitch catalog’s models delivered to his “Castle” on a regular basis…as if the guy was ordering-in Kung Pao chicken or Orange Beef.
“The Will” confirmed Justine’s take on this, since all of the celebrity tabloids and media outlets of the time knew that Rock was gay but would never run any stories on it. In fact, the owners of those publications SPECIFICALLY and EMPHATICALLY refused to “out” major movie stars (even the ones who, unlike Rock, weren’t so discrete and were picking up boys of their own in person in the West Hollywood bars of the day). Sometimes entertainment writers in Photoplay magazine or whatever would make inside-jokes or drop clues and hints about what was really going on (much like Matt Drudge does here in 2013 on his Drudge Report regarding Barack Obama’s homosexuality), but that was more of a game they played with regular readers who were also in-the-know.
This is all echoed in how the media at-large operates to this day, where guys like Tom Cruise, John Travolta, Will Smith, Zac Ephron, Bradley Cooper, Leonardo DiCaprio, Lucas Haas, Billy Zane, Kevin Spacey, Kevin Kline, Kevin Connelly (geesh, what is it with gay Kevins?), Taylor Lautner, Jake Gyllenhaal, Tobey Maguire, Vin Diesel, and Ryan Seacrest have one beard or another on their arms almost at-all-times and engage in either sham marriages with willing, ambitious women or just cycle through a series of studio-manufactured “girlfriends” to keep people from gossiping about who they really wake up next to in the morning (hint: that person has morning stubble in addition to bed head).
If you are smart and savvy and can read between the lines in entertainment magazines (or get the straight truth on who’s gay in Hollywood from sites like WeHoConfidential or Blind Gossip, which are both regular reads for anyone who wants to discover the truth about celebrities the media pushes on us), you’ll know that reporters play along with the game of never outing a celebrity unless “The Powers That Be” (TPTB) want to destroy the guy for some reason. That rarely happens, though, because I think the papers fear a backlash against them for the outing…and they figure they can make more money in the long run by keeping quiet, blackmailing the celebrity for access, and eventually publishing everything they have in their files on the guy after he’s dead or comes out of the closet on his own (like Richard Chamberlain, Tab Hunter, Troy Donahue, and George Takei did eventually).
If you are wondering who constitutes “TPTB”, your guess is as good as mine…but since most companies are owned by other larger companies and a town like Hollywood is run by a handful of very wealthy and influential people who maintain their grips on power by channeling the Mount Olympus scenes from the original Clash of the Titans (or, to really gay things up to Great Merciful Zeus! level around here…the Olympian scenes in the Broadway stage production of “Xanadu”)…you can deduce that white-haired men somewhere who play Zeus decide which of the little clay figures transformed into dazzling stars will be forever protected and which ones will come crashing down in flames in the tabloids, once they’ve exhausted their usefulness.
Though I don’t believe the same exact “TPTB” in charge of Hollywood holds exclusive sway in Washington, I think that a lot of these people overlap…particularly when a Democrat is in the White House.
Now more than ever before, the worlds of politics and entertainment have merged…and closeted gay politicians of both parties are protected by a “studio system” equivalent that largely embargoes any stories that would “out” these men…until a time comes when Democrats need to nuke the guy to achieve some goal of the Left’s.
[ Click above to embiggen: the worst kept secret in Republican ranks in Illinois is that Aaron Schock is as gay as I am ]
For instance, right here in Chicago I’ve personally seen — with my own eyes — Congressman Aaron Schock of Peoria in the Chicago gay bar MiniBar caressing and kissing on some pretty hot guys before he won his Congressional seat and became a pinup model in Men’s Health magazine (and, oddly, a darling of the media who is trotted around, often shirtless, for tons of interviews in all sorts of glossy magazines). This was in 2008 and Schock was not at all secretive and had no fears of being recognized…since the odds of someone in a gay bar in Chicago geared towards twenty-somethings knowing who a Republican politician was were pretty slim. The Democrats who spotted Schock just smiled, no doubt complimented him on his taste in men and ability to pickup a buff soccer player or two…all the while knowing he’d forever be in their back pocket when they needed him in the future (since they’d blackmail him to vote their way whenever they’d want…lest they out Schock and reveal his taste for other men).
Conservative people are incredibly good and nice at heart…but are very naive by nature. I think that’s because they find it hard to understand the duplicity and relentlessly conniving nature of the political Left. One of the things that perplexes lifelong Republicans I know is that they don’t understand why Democrats are ready and willing to help Aaron Schock rise to even greater power in the future…and might even allow him to become a Senator or the Governor of Illinois someday; Democrats are obviously doing this since they know full well that they can always control Schock by threatening to out him if he ever strays from the plantation. And since they know they can control him, it’s advantageous to maneuver Schock higher up in Republican ranks, where he can be more useful to Democrats (and increasingly more vulnerable to blackmail). This way, even if Democrats lose a statewide office when Schock beats a Democrat who ran against him the Left still “wins”, technically, because Schock’s one of the Republicans that Democrats control through blackmail. It’s actually almost better for the Left that they maintain a few closeted gay Republicans on the blackmail roles like this, because whenever the Left needs “bipartisan support” for anything THESE are the guys that are rushed in front of the camera to help Democrats sell Americans another manure-sandwich and tell them how delicious (or, should that be how fabulous) it all is.
[ Click above to embiggen. Though I can't do anything about getting the Kim Carnes' out of your head now. ]
That’s how Democrats have controlled Lindsey Graham for years…and why he’s always racing to support things like amnesty for Mexican criminals in this country so he can be “that bipartisan voice” that comes out to call conservatives unreasonable whenever Republicans are actually taking an important stand on something that matters. If Graham doesn’t do what his masters on the Left tell him to do, they will out him in spectacular and embarrassing fashion…the way they did to Senator Larry Craig and Congressman Mark Foley (the former was labeled “the bathroom toe-tapper” and the latter was the creep chasing after Congressional pages back in 2006…though both of their outings were timed perfectly to help Democrats gain momentum in the upcoming Congressional races, which allowed the Left to take back the House). In case you’re keeping score, that means the Left strategically burned two of its blackmailable closet-case Republicans in order to complete the chess move that handed the Speaker’s gavel over to Nancy Pelosi.
While the Left is playing master chess like this using closeted gay Republicans as pawns, conservatives are off playing checkers on their porch…or not even aware they should be playing anything.
Another great example of all this is former Governor Charlie Crist in Florida, who is not only gay but who used to dress up in drag and go by the name “Sweet Charlotte” when heading to the Green Iguana gay bar in Tampa for alcohol-fueled romps with men. Crist is just so shamelessly opportunistic and pitiful that I swear he’s part lizard, but Democrats keep doing everything they can to reward his service to the Left…and might even succeed in electing him to statewide office in the future. ”Chameleon Charlie” currently has a beard that’s less believable than any of Tom Cruise’s three former wives; she’s the former Carole Rome, who is heiress to a family fortune made from selling novelty products like whoopee cushions and plastic dog vomit. When the two of them are photographed together in public awkwardly holding hands and pretending to be physically attracted to one another, somewhere the ghosts of Rock Hudson and Phyllis Gates chuckle in the summer lands of the afterlife…before turning their incorporeal heads and craning their phantom necks to both gape at Montgomery Clift, James Dean, Rudolph Valentino, and all the other eternally handsome men up in Heaven. Carole Crist, meanwhile, must really love being the wife of a former governor and national joke who leaves orange stains on any furniture he sits in.
Crist should fascinate everyone reading this because, of all the gay Republicans out there, reporters have come closest to outing him and talking about the obvious: that the man is gayer than a pocketful of rainbows at a Ricky Martin concert. Even the Huffington Post has written about Crist’s “alleged” homosexuality (which is about as “alleged” as my own, I laugh out loud), because last summer they ran a piece on Crist paying men to pretend they never slept with him (since Crist wants to make a political comeback in Florida and Democrats are eager to help him with that). The only thing surprising or startling about that HuffPo piece is that it was even written…since HuffPo tends to facilitate the Left’s agenda and I thought the memo was still clear on everyone pretending Charlie Crist was straight because that hurts Republicans. Sometimes, though, a politician is just too flamboyant and his beard is too absurd and hard-to-swallow that even the hacks working at HuffPo can’t carry any more water for Chameleon Charlie.
As for the GOP at large, I still don’t understand why they just don’t out Crist and expose him as the shameless liar that he is (and let’s be clear: it very much is in fact a big lie to hide your homosexuality when it’s clear that Democrats use a lie like that to affect how a politician votes in office or the decisions he makes when in an executive role)…but I’ve been told repeatedly through the years by people within the RNC that a Republican can never talk about anyone being gay for fear of the Left unleashing the Gaystapo goon squad on them…calling them bigots or homophobes because they are outing a shameless liar (who is being blackmailed by Democrats). In addition to being naive a lot of the time and playing checkers while Democrats play chess, conservatives also have a weird habit of digging their feet in on a very bad idea…and this one in particular is that they enjoy saying “I don’t care who someone sleeps with and I won’t listen to this” because I think it makes them feel good about themselves to say that “sexuality shouldn’t matter”. I think it’s nice and everything that they say they feel this way, but they’re foolish because it CERTAINLY DOES MATTER that Democrats have an easy way to blackmail someone because he’s watching select scenes from Magic Mike all day, just waiting for the Left to tell him how to vote (lest they out him as punishment).
Great Merciful Zeus that was an awesome movie. You should watch it, like a lot. It’s fabulous.
Where was I? Oh, yah…you might not care who movie stars really go to bed with at night (because there’s something wrong with you), but you do actually need to speak up about Republican politicians (or, former Republicans, in Chameleon Charlie’s case) being closeted because these men are ruthlessly used and controlled by Democrats (lest their secrets spill out).
I’ve never said this before because I was never sure and I don’t have any proof of it, but I really think that John McCain might be secretly gay too…because at the end of his career he’s still trotting out to help the Left whenever Democrats demand it. A former presidential candidate in his last term who knows he will never be a real national leader again doesn’t need to do the things that McCain just keeps doing to push the Left’s agenda under the “maverick bipartisan” banner. Back in 2000, before George Bush won the Republican nomination, I felt in my gut that Democrats were getting ready to out McCain and that they were laying the groundwork by having John Grisham write the book “The Brethren”…because the main character in the book is clearly based on McCain, but he actually becomes the Republican presidential nominee in the story instead of losing to Bush; in “The Brethren”, the McCain character carries on a flirtation with who he thinks is a teenaged boy…and it just gets so specifically creepy that I wonder if someone fed Grisham intel on McCain and told him to create a “novel” out of it. I am sure you are aware this happens all the time with writers, both in books and on TV shows and in movies; political operatives feed stories to creative people all the time so that dirt on an opponent can get out in creative ways and become part of the cultural landscape before Democrats need to launch the actual attack via MSNBC and CNN. I have a hard time believing that “The Brethren” featured a very McCain-like closeted gay presidential candidate in the VERY SAME YEAR that some thought McCain would become the Republican nominee; you may have never even heard of this book, but I bet you would have if Bush had lost in the primaries. McCain is one of those men who just set off my gaydar but I’ve never heard any stories about him doing anything with guys…though his energetic rushes to help the Left whenever Democrats call always make me think he’s protecting himself by selling out his Republican constituents on issue after issue.
Stupidly, Republicans keep electing guys like John McCain, Lindsey Graham and Aaron Schock and sending them to Washington to represent conservative constituents…but on important votes these guys will ALWAYS betray the people who trust them because Harry Reid or Nancy Pelosi will pick up the phone and say in no uncertain terms “Vote with us or we out your sorry ass on national tee-vee tomorrow, Mary”. When that phone rings, you’d think it was Zac Ephron calling the way Graham and Schock in particular leap to their feet to do whatever Reid or Pelosi want them to do…because lying about who they really are and keeping their liaisons with men a secret is such an important part of their lives at this point that they just can’t imagine functioning without Democrats pulling their strings like this. I honestly don’t think these guys would even know what to do anymore if they didn’t have Democrats always at the ready to tell them how to vote…or else. Like with Stockholm Syndrome, I think these guys learn to love their arrangements. I’m going to start calling it Lindsey Graham Syndrome, since he’s the most obvious face of this behavior (or the Bette Davis eyes of it, anyway).
Though it’s rare, closeted gay Democrats are also in some danger of being outed by a Reid-Pelosi blackmail maneuver…as we saw with former Congressman Eric Massa, whom Nancy Pelosi personally outed when he would not go along with her orders on voting to enact Obamacare. Do you remember this man? He’s a porcine and disgusting little cretin whom Rahm Emanuel actually chased naked into the Congressional showers to scream at him to do what he was told and vote for Obamacare in the House back in the early days of the Golden Age of Hope and Change that is the Obama presidency. How on Earth could you forget that? This was a rare occasion when I can’t honestly tell you which of the two people involved in an encounter deserves to be screamed at naked more, Massa or the truly repugnant Rahm Emanuel. Pass the popcorn and the shower shoes, Mary.
Shortly after that encounter when Massa would not back down (since his constituents did not want Obamacare), Pelosi picked up the phone and ordered the release of information that Massa was under investigation for sexually harassing male staffers, keeping young men as essentially houseboy slaves in his Washington home, and generally making Barney Frank look like a fine and upstanding citizen in comparison. “Release the Kraken, it’s time to destroy Massa and tell the whole world there’s glitter in all of his pockets,” I imagine Pelosi snarling to whoever it is who answers that hot-pink emergency phone that’s used to out prominent, closeted gay dudes.
That phone’s usually dusty, though, because it’s rare for Democrats to ever out other Democrats…since someone needs to really cross a line on something important to receive that “release the Kraken” directive from Pelosi.
If you are a closeted gay politician of either party and the Democrat Party does not want you outed, the press will never say a thing about your proclivities (or the fact that you’re a gay Republican like Graham, Schock, Crist, or the more-I-think-of-it-it-just-makes-too-much-sense McCain who is being blackmailed by Democrats on a regular basis). I don’t know why so many conservatives have such a hard time understanding this, but the media in our country really is an Orwellian Ministry of Truth that exists to elect Democrats and keep the Democrat Party in control. So whenever I find an email from someone that asks me “Why don’t reporters tell the truth about this?” I feel like I’m opening a heartfelt letter from a sweet kid asking me how Santa Claus gets to all those homes all over the world in one night. A lot of conservatives live in the world of “Should” instead of the reality we actually occupy, since they believe that reporters “should” tell the truth in stories and “should” let someone know which politicians are lying and pretending to be straight when they aren’t. These same trusting people also think that reporters “should” let everyone know what secrets Democrats keep…so if no one is talking then there must be no secrets at all, or the good reporters “would” tell us important information like they “should”.
Yes, Virginia there indeed is a Santa Claus…but, NO (in all CAPS and BOLDED FOR EMPHASIS), reporters will never tell the truth about any Democrats…and will only speak the truth about Republicans when that’s what Democrats want the media to do. Life will be so much simpler and logical for you if you just accept the reality that every person you see speaking on tee-vee is reading from a script prepared by the Democrat Party (even the people on FOX, to a large extent). Just about the only people in this world who appear regularly in the media whom I trust to tell the truth these days are Rush Limbaugh, Rush Limbaugh, and Rush Limbaugh. Thomas Sowell, Mark Steyn, Jerome Corsi and more often than not Ann Coulter too (depending on which version of her shows up for work that day). Everyone else lies to protect Democrats, because that is what they were taught to do in journalism school, that is what they are expected to do by their editors at work, and that’s what they need to keep doing if they want to advance in their careers as political writers or tee-vee personalities.
This is all especially true in 2013 while the sitting president is not only a magical black man who the media must protect from all criticisms because of his race…but also because he’s a closeted, on-the-down-low gay man who additionally happens to be a raging drug addict.
So, Great Merciful Zeus anyone who talks about ANY of that mess is just going to be pummeled by every hand on deck at the Ministry of Truth.
[ Click above to embiggen: and send your hatemail to Newsweek, not me, because they said it…"The First Gay President" ]
The studio system in Hollywood that protected Rock Hudson’s secret gay life (and his HIV infection) for so long has absolutely nothing on the well-coordinated and disciplined operation hiding Barack Obama’s own secrets. Just like Rock, Barack is indeed gay…and just like Rock, Barack has a beard of a wife who enjoys her role and relishes all the perks it brings her. This is something very common in the black community, for a woman to serve as a beard for a closeted gay black man who is “on the down low” or “DL-ing it”, as the slang goes. Black women have no qualms at all about being a beard for gay black men, because homosexuality is such a hated “condition” in the black community and these women see opportunities for personal advancement by hitching their trains to some gay man’s star. Even straight black women who are successful in their own right and don’t need a man to give them money or make them powerful marry gay black guys or maintain longterm bizarre “dating” arrangements with them…just like Oprah Winfrey, Toni Morrison, and Star Jones all did.
Michelle Obama is a beard, too, but she needed to ride Barack Obama’s coattails to power (partly to get away from Jesse Jackson, on whom her family depended for many years). This arrangement is no different than Rock Hudson’s with his beard of a wife Phyllis Gates…and no different from Mimi Rogers, Nicole Kidman, Katie Holmes, Kelly Preston, Jada Pinkett Smith, Zoe Saldana, Selena Gomez, Juliann Hough, Vanessa Hudgens, and all the women who beard it up for gay guys who want to be movie stars or other incarnations of celebrity. Being the pretend wife to an upwardly mobile gay guy is both fun and profitable…and there’s no reason these woman can’t have studs of their own on the side while their husbands-on-paper-and-in-the-press-only spend time “with the guys” playing basketball, golfing, or whatever else they do when they disappear off the record for long stretches of time (that staffers in the White House in particular claim are “irrelevant” and “not something the public needs to know about”).
Democrats have an extreme and vested interest in protecting the “Obama brand” at all costs, since the Left’s hold on power depends on Americans deluding themselves into believing the first black First Family is like the Huxtable clan from the beloved “The Cosby Show” (when in reality, the Obamas are actually strikingly similar to Will and Jada Pinkett Smitth…who have a mutually-beneficial marriage that’s produced children like the Obamas, but Will’s most often off cavorting with boyfriend Duane Martin like Barack’s screwing around with his longtime Love, first name Reggie…and the most delicious irony of all is that in the next few years Will and Jada will portray Barack and Michelle in some hyped-up movie…and Hollywood will give them both Academy Awards for the roles, you just watch).
Of course, reporters know that Barack Obama does drugs in the White House and is often so incapacitated that staffers scramble to think up increasingly more bizarre lies for where he was when something important was happening in the country. They sure can’t tell the American public the truth, that while the phone was ringing off the hook over the murder of the American Ambassador to Libya that the President of the United States was out of his mind high on cocaine…or that when other people were suffering or dying in name-the-tragedy the current president was naked and sweaty with Reggie, Kal Penn, or Hera-Only-Knows-Who wherever there was a door that would close and a light switch to flip off as the two of them got it on.
Naive people have a weird belief that the Secret Service exists to watch the president and make sure he doesn’t do anything bad to himself or others…but that’s not their mission or role. Those praetorians are strictly there to keep external forces from harming the president and the other people under their protective umbrella…but the Secret Service does not prevent the president from acquiring or abusing drugs while in office and Secret Service officers will not reveal to the public what they observe regarding presidential drug use, gay sex, or whatever else Barack Obama gets up to. If they were snitches, then presidents would keep them at arms-length…which would place lives in jeopardy. Think back to Rock Hudson’s staffers heading down to Studio One to acquire boys for the movie star and remember how none of these people ever spilled the beans about Rock being gay…and now flash to the year 2013 and realize that the Secret Service serves the same purpose for Barack Obama.
When you think about it, this current president’s recreational drug use and his gay sexcapades make the recent conduct of the Secret Service all the more understandable. If you wondered why the Secret Service agents engaged in activity with prostitutes thought they could get away with what they were doing while on trips abroad with the current president you need to think about what they’ve observed Barack Obama himself doing, either abroad or in the White House itself. I’m sure you’ve noticed that the behavior of any staff is directly related to the tone and professionalism of the “Big Boss” of that organization. This sort of Secret Service debauchery did not happen when George W. Bush, Bush Sr., or Ronald Reagan were presidents…but we did hear a few things during the Clinton years and we’re still witnessing the sexcapades and debauchery that the Secret Service engages in during the Golden Age of Hope and Change with Obama as president. The praetorians are following the example that their “Big Boss” sets…whose Secret Service codename is “Renegade”, by the way. And it was chosen for a reason. The man is out of control, the Secret Service knows it, but agents are forbidden from (and perhaps even scared of) speaking out about what Barack Obama does when he’s in private.
Because we are friends like this, I hope that you and I together live to see the day when everything about Barack and Michelle Obama is revealed to the public. I don’t think this will happen for many, many years though…if we use the Kennedy secrets as any guide for how long it will take for reporters to get around to admitting what was happening in the White House. When I was a kid in the mid-80s, it was still hush-hush whispered that JFK “may have had an affair with Marilyn Monroe” and that the Kennedy family was “allegedly behind killing her”. We still haven’t reached the point where people just state the obvious and agree that, YES, the Kennedys killed this woman…but here in 2013 it’s widely accepted that JFK was cheating on Jackie with the unbalanced Hollywood bombshell. Surprisingly — and I never thought THIS would happen — we’re actually far enough away from “Camelot” that Jackie is no longer “St. Jacqueline of Grace”…and we’re learning that she herself cheated on her husband during their marriage, was more than a little racist sometimes, adored conspiracy theories, and probably went to her grave believing that Lyndon Johnson was behind the assassination (while I think it was indeed Fidel Castro, by the way, in case you were wondering…since I think it was Castro’s chess move after the death of the Diem Brothers).
Honestly, I believe the future is going to look something like this in terms of what the public eventually learns about “Renegade” Barack Obama:
2013 to 2017: the Ministry of Truth will mock anyone who insists that Barack Obama does cocaine in the White House, that he’s gay, that Reggie Love is his boyfriend, and that he’s an avowed Marxist and is Muslim at heart.
2017: Obama leaves office…and six or seven months later, depending on which party is now in the White House, we hear a little bit here and there about Obama having been unstable during some of the crises of recent years
2020s: A shocking revelation will emerge that Obama was still doing drugs while in office (but you’ve known this since 2009 if you’ve been paying attention)
2030s: People will finally comment on the fact that Obama was a Marxist…and possibly the Left will be openly admitting he was a Muslim, with Obama possibly revealing this himself and becoming a devote Muslim as the biggest F-U to the American people he can think of
Early 2040s: Barack Obama passes away at the age of 70-something from some degenerative disease that was caused by either his drug use or his sexcapades with men. By that time, Barack and Reggie have probably lived together for years the way Cary Grant and Randolph Scott did or the way Raymond Burr (tee-vee’s Perry Mason) lived with Robert Benevides…who were all, it should be noted, “just very good friends” until the more famous one died…and then people admitted they were as gay as rainbows the whole damn time. Well, duh.
Mid-2040s: People finally start realizing that Obama was not just our first Muslim president, but was actually our first actively gay president too. It will be a gradual acceptance of this, kind of like today is the first day that I allowed myself to put the pieces together on John McCain…even though my gaydar’s been pinging on McCain since 2000 when that Grisham book came out.
2050s: It is widely established that Barack Obama was a drug addict, a Marxist, a Muslim, and a homosexual. So, basically, it’s going to take about 35 years or so for the world to catch up with everything that you and I know right here in 2013. What else is new?
Now, I’m basing this timeline on the Kennedy example…and also factoring in the reality that everyone working in the Ministry of Truth today or currently in journalism classes in college or high school is being taught that Barack Obama is a magical black man who must be protected at all costs, even if history needs to be rewritten on a daily basis to make whatever he’s currently doing look better. It’s going to take a long time for us to progress away from the emotional commitment that people in the media have to this man. That void in their hearts that normally is filled by religion in most people is instead dedicated to hero-worship in Barack Obama’s personality cult…and just about everyone working in the media today is afflicted by this. Until the current crop of “news leaders” retires and the next generation of similar Obama devotees expires, we’re not going to see much interest at all in anyone openly talking about Barack Obama’s drug use and his gay sexual appetite. People remain terrified to speak candidly about any of this, for fear of becoming the next Larry Sinclair (who had his life turned upside down, threatened, and largely ruined because he dared speak the truth about his past encounters with Barack Obama in Chicago); other men, like Donald Young, were murdered to prevent them from revealing Obama’s homosexuality. Jerome Corsi, who writes on this topic often, is berated regularly on tee-vee by Rachel Maddow (who apparently just had a foaming, crazed fit over him a week or two ago live on the air at MSNB-See How Much We Protect Obama!).
These are steps that the old Hollywood studio system never even took to protect guys like Rock Hudson who made The Powers That Be a lot of money. Clearly, so much exponentially more is invested in the Obama brand that an Orwellian level of rigid protection, enemy-destruction (hello, IRS Intimidation Scandal), and secret-guarding is required to provide the expected return on the Left’s investment in this gay presidential coke head.
Yah, I said it.
The current President of the United States is a gay coke head…and I’m not talking about the kind that came in the silver can that Whitney Houston used to sing about in the 80s on the tee-vee, but the kind that ended up drowning the poor woman in Beverly Hills last year.
I’m not afraid in the least to talk about it, because it’s the truth…even if I am ahead of my time in doing this in 2013 instead of safely waiting until 2048 or whatever to call a gay coke head a “gay coke head”.
Because he is.
You know it too, I think, in your heart…even if you might be ready to put all the pieces together for yourself. But, really, it’s the one and only solution that makes sense of every oddball thing about the Obama Regime and the Golden Age of Hope and Change.
QUESTION FOR COMMENTS: Do you think Barack Obama is a gay presidential coke head? Are you afraid of the IRS or Homeland Security coming for you it you say it out loud? What do you think will happen if millions of us all call this would-be pharaoh a gay presidential coke head as often as possible from now on?
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About once a week I pop over to the site Blind Gossip to get a rundown of all the “blind items” that have been run in various magazines, newspapers, and magazines lately; these are the little blurbs tucked off to the side with the names concealed by either aliases or cutesy-clues…but the stories are true and it’s kind of a game to guess who the people involved really are. I don’t think straight people find this as interesting as gays do, but it’s fascinating to watch the media slowly figure out who’s gay and who isn’t…especially when you factor in the longstanding embargo on outing celebrities that was a big part of the old Hollywood studio system.
Personally, I think if you work in politics, are a reporter or journalist, are part of our government, or are an entertainer who engages in political activism or other activity then the public needs to know if you are gay, straight, bi, or whatever…because I think anyone working in these fields brings a natural identity bias to everything they are doing and the public should be able to factor that in when evaluating the things these public-focused people are saying. If you’re just an office worker at a bank or a waitress or you run a furniture showroom and are not a public person then I don’t think it’s anyone’s business what your sexuality is (though, frankly, if you aren’t a public person no one would much care what you are one way or the other). Entertainers who strictly avoid making political statements and are not involved in activism of any kind should never be outed (because those people are just focusing on being singers, dancers, actors or whatever and never try to use their fame to push political agendas). However, the second someone in the public’s eye uses his or her sway over fans to entice them to vote a certain way or contribute to a cause that helps a political or activist organization then I think that person needs to come out of the closet…since being gay and desiring to be part of the gay community means people generally have to toe a certain line and stay consistent with Democrats’ talking points.
Closeted celebrities have the unfair advantage of influencing their fans to support Democrats on issues that perhaps people wouldn’t listen to the celebrity on if people knew that person was gay…and was pressured to advocate on the Left’s behalf due to the fact this person is gay and could very well be scared of the Gaystapo enforcers of the “gay community” coming after him or her if he or she didn’t do what Democrats wanted him or her to do.
Blind Gossip is thus an invaluable resource because it crowd-sources the mystery solving of the blind items that are posted in the entertainment journals…and it becomes an easy way to spot which politically active celebrities are in fact closet-cases who are dishonest with their fan base by not coming out.
I’m terrible at identifying lesbians in the media and entertainment world, so I was surprised to learn this week that Robin Roberts from Good Morning America is a lesbian and is in the final stages of planning her formal “coming out” announcement, as she’s getting ready to form a civil union with her longtime girlfriend Storm Sahara (who, despite her unique and awesome name is not in fact a drag queen and is a biological woman). I’m really happy for Robin because of the awful year she had with health issues. As someone with a lot of medical problems myself I really understand her desire to be herself, to celebrate every day of life, and to just be free of the negativity of all the haters. It’s beyond awesome that she’s finally found the courage to come out…because she is talented, gorgeous, lively, and I think an excellent broadcaster.
However, until she officially comes out I think she needs to be lumped in the category that Anderson Cooper used to occupy until he fessed up and admitted he is gay last year…and that’s the odious cohort of Ministry of Truth members who push the Left’s agenda without revealing to viewers that they gay, gay, GAY. I’m not aware of Robin Roberts ever specifically doing the sorts of things that Cooper has repeatedly done, but if she’s in fact a lesbian then I think she naturally has a bias to not speak against Democrats’ talking points…out of peer pressure from her gay friends who would ostracize and abuse her if she veered off the gay-Democrat-plantation.
I have to remind you of Anderson Cooper back in 2009 and 2010, when he was still hiding in the closet (under Momma Vanderbilt’s
jeans genes) and refusing to admit he was gay…while simultaneously maligning Tea Party Americans as “teabaggers” on live tee-vee. That’s a pejorative that most straight people don’t know, sort of like how straight guys keep putting “watersports” down in the personal interests section of their resumes intending to communicate a love of SCUBA, jet-skiing, and kayaking (when in fact “watersports” is a term in gay culture identifying guys who enjoy playing with or drinking urine as a sexual fetish). ”Teabagging” is what happens in a male strip club when a dancer in a thong or jock comes to the edge of the stage and sort of bounces his testicles quickly off the forehead, nose, or even mouth of a customer…like dunking a bag of tea into hot water.
Anderson Cooper, of course, never got into any real hot water of his own over winking at the camera and using the “teabaggers” slur to ridicule and alienate the Tea Party supporters from fellow Americans. But, this was something subversive that Cooper felt he could get away with doing in his job to help Democrats, the Left, and the “gay community”…as he clearly decided on a person level that the Tea Party was the enemy and as an employee of CNN and the larger Ministry of Truth he needed to do his part to destroy them.
This is the sort of thing I hope you are noticing in the revelations coming out about the conduct of employees in the IRS…since it’s fairly easy to abuse your power and target an enemy if your bring your personal politics into work with you every day…and your place of employment fosters an atmosphere where higher-ups encourage and even DIRECT you to do whatever you can to mock, intimidate, bully, malign, or persecute enemies of the Obama Regime and the Left in general.
I think all government employees, including all Members of Congress, the entire Executive branch on the federal level as well as the states, and the judiciary across the board right up to the Supreme Court of the United States need to also state openly whether they consider themselves a part of the LGBTQAI community. Because I think there’s a personal bias that naturally comes along with being LGBTQAI that has to be factored in when evaluating what sort of job these people are doing.
This is especially true for our current President, whom Newsweek celebrate as “our first gay president” last year…but it’s also true for Judge Elena Kagan, who is a closeted lesbian sitting on the Supreme Court; as a gay man I can tell you that the reason she isn’t out — YET — is because she enjoys doing what Anderson Cooper did on CNN with the teabagging comments; Kagan gets to sit on the court as a stealth activist who indeed looks for ways to push the gay community’s interests while never opening herself up to criticisms of bias because she’s chosen to stay in the closet. But, sister mister’s the worst kept lesbian secret since
Jodie Foster Queen Latifah. Though, I will grant her the fact that lesbians are less likely to abuse their positions to do petty things out of a motivation to be a gay activist. That’s something gay men like Anderson Cooper are inclined to do. It’s a stereotype but I see it play out every single day that lesbians are just more trustworthy and less prone to being rash and subversive than gay men…and lesbians tend to be big on “fairness” and making decisions by committee while gay guys are all about finding a shortcut to making something they want happen RIGHT NOW with as little input from others as possible.
I think it’s just in our wiring as the first two letters in that “LGBTQAI” alphabet-soup-monstrosity (with the entire thing standing for “Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender Queer (or Questioning, that one’s not fully settled) Androgynous Intersex”). In case you are wondering, “Intersex” are people who would have been called “hermaphrodites” ten years ago; the “Queer” is an attempt to take back a pejorative word and give it a very metaphoric spin in that “Queer” people consider themselves unique, almost elfin spirits who don’t believe in defining themselves based on gender (this is supposed to stand for “Gender Queer”, but there was already a “G” in the acronym so they couldn’t insert “GQ” in there…also because that’s just a magazine with a lot of cologne ads in it that most gay guys subscribe to).
Demanding public figures in all mediums come out of the closet is actually one of the most controversial things I ever write about…and it always elicits the most rabid and deranged hatemail. But, I really wish conservatives would come around to the notion that demanding public figures be honest about their hidden biases and agendas is important…since a good number of these people are often blackmailed into doing terrible things to the country because they refuse to come out of the closet and they are terrified of being outed. If someone thinks his career is going to be ruined if it’s revealed he is gay, then he could push stories that aggressively attack the Tea Party…or if he’s an IRS official he might be blackmailed into joining into the agency’s persecution efforts against conservatives when he wouldn’t have done that if he wasn’t so afraid of being outed by someone putting the screws to him to comply with the Regime’s directives. There could be a lot of gay celebrities who participate in all sorts of inane Democrat Party activities and write big checks to the Left who would stop all this if they weren’t afraid that they’d be outed by their blackmailers if they stepped off the Democrats’ plantation.
Allowing closet cases to manufacture and deliver news content, advocate on issues, or serve in our government is just dangerous…because time and again it’s proven that the Left knows exactly how to manipulate, threaten, and control these people with the threat of outing and destroying them. But, if they’d all just come out one day — like at 12 noon on the last Sunday of June, which is Pride Sunday in most big cities — then this one facet of negative influence that Democrats wield against so many people would be obliterated.
I know it won’t happen, but I’m a gay conservative man who won’t ever stop asking the gay politicians and other public figures I know to just come out and stop allowing themselves to be blackmailed by the Left.
QUESTION FOR COMMENTS: What’s your take on all of this? Do you see my point…or are you going to say that you don’t care who someone sleeps with and it’s no one’s business, leaving out that part about the Left clearly blackmailing and controlling closet cases (which we know indeed happens)?
What else is on your mind this Sunday, May 26th 2013 and what are people talking about in YOUR part of the country?
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