Hate ain't pretty
It isn't often that I change my mind, but every once in awhile I experience a profound moment of enlightenment.
A divine beam of light shone down upon me (not unlike a midnight spotlight from a police helicopter).
I was drenched in a warm translucent glow that opened my impenetrable heart and softened my hardened soul.
At that moment, I knew that I was completely wrong about something that I wrote on my blog.
Let me explain:
In a recent blog post (that was humorous, tongue-in-cheek, and delightfully written) I stated that I was against transgenders serving in the military.
This innocent and benign tidbit of personal opinion caused a barrage of fury that would make a tsunami look like a caterpillar sneeze.
without warning or time for preparation, I was besieged by an army of maniacally furious and lethally outraged gays and transgenders.
Feathers and rhinestones were flying as they stormed my blog in a Technicolor flurry of rainbow flags, torches, and barking poodles - - - armed with pitchforks, rubber hoses, and twelve-inch stiletto heels.
The most alarming weapon of wrath among their war paraphernalia was the fifty-inch dildo.
They screamed in a chaotic cacophony of rage - - hurling insults, threats, and curses of eternal damnation.
I knew then and there that hell hath no fury like a transgender or gay who is scorned - - and I ran faster than mascara on a summer afternoon.....
....to get away from he...she...they!!! It!!!
In the aftermath of this near-crucifixion of Jon the Innocent, he had a drastic change of heart:
Transgenders and gays should definitely be in the military, on the front lines. Their seething determination, relentless fury, and unmitigated hate would win any war...
and scare the living shit out of the enemy.
Peace, Love, and Kisses
Jon, even when you aren't trying - you're damn good!