So get out of the new one if you can’t lend your hand:
In comments to the ombudsman’s call-in line (202.334.7582), one
reader said, “the picture of two guys kissing makes me cringe.” Another
called it “ridiculous,” adding: “Put it on page 10 or page four, put it
in the paper, but I do not like it right there where I can’t avoid
looking at it.”Many threatened to cancel their Post subscriptions, and more than
two dozen did. Post circulation vice president Gregg Fernandes said
that late last week 27 subscribers canceled, specifically citing the
photo. In contrast, The Post reported only two cancellations
immediately after last July’s ethics uproar over its ill-advised plan
to sell sponsorships to off-the-record “salon” dinners at the
publisher’s residence.Did the Post go too far? Of course not.
Damn right. Fuck ’em. Fuck ’em with very gay penises, right in their faces where they don’t want things shoved. And double-fuck all of ’em who wrote in saying things like, “I have kids, you know.”
One called me to complain about “promoting a faggot lifestyle.” Another
complained about the photo in an e-mail to the two Post reporters who
wrote Thursday’sstory about the licenses:
“That kind of stuff makes normal people want to throw up.People have
kids who are being exposed to this crap. I will be glad when your rag
goes out of business. Real men marry women.”
Emphasis mine. I swear, there are a lot of things that drive me wild about the politics of modern parenting but one major thing is this: Your kids are not your excuse to be a total blowhole assface of a human being.
Your kids are not to blame for your politics. Your kids are not to blame for your decisions. Your kids are not to blame for any way in which you choose to live your life. Your kids are your kids, and they’re people, and I know this is me saying this, childless whore, etc. And I’m not saying having children can’t inform your worldview. I’m saying own your worldview as YOURS, instead of hiding behind your children’s blankies and pretending you can’t help yourself.
Jesus H. Gentle Cycle Christ, I hate this. Like, how are we to suppose this works, that you used to be a fair and decent person but then you had a kid and decided, “You know, white sheets look fucking good on me now!” You had a kid and then went, “Hmm, suddenly ladies kissing each other is just not on!” Bullshit. You always felt this way, and now you can justify it with somebody who is more into playing with blocks or reading comic books than realizing his parents are total assholes.
Problem is, he won’t always be too into his own stuff to notice yours. So won’t it be fun for junior to read someday that you used to be a good person and now you suck, and he was the line between before and after? And not only do you suck, but you’re such a stupendous pussy that you can’t even give yourself credit for the decision to suck, you’ve got to shove it off on him? Isn’t that charming? Do these people listen to themselves?
You wanna be a bigot? You wanna hate gay people? You wanna wax redneck
in the pages of the Post about faggot lifestyles and shoving things
down people’s throats? YOU DO THAT THEN. You just go do it. You go and
do that all on your own, slick. You go and do that because YOU want to
do it, you stupid motherfucker. You go and do that because you’ve taken
a good long hard look in the mirror and decided that writing pissy
letters to the paper about how you don’t like reality anymore is the
best way to spend your time. You do that because being a bigot is what you want to be.
Leave your children out of it.
Via Balloon Juice.
A.