It’s late June.
We all know what that means.
It’s time for an oppressed segment of our population to flood out into the local streets to express their pride in being who/what they are, even if one of them happens to be the first elected leader of a major American city to wear comfortable shoes openly in public.
By running around in public dressed in a manner that would have gotten them arrested a few short years ago. What this has to do with pride in oneself escapes me, but it is apparently essential to this expression.
Essential to the “celebration” is showing fearlessness in couture choices.
There are those among the community who lament the current celebratory activities as simply an excuse for the local youths to get inebriated and/or baked to excess, whether they happened to be members of the “community” or not.
After all of these years, I am still clean and sober and I am here to report that last night’s parade was perhaps the most embarrassing and angriest night of my life as a gay person. Some 300,000 people thronged the streets of lower Westheimer Saturday night. Most were young straight and gay kids who were all pretty much messed up on drugs and/or alcohol like we used to be. Some things never change.
I find it outrageous that Bud Light was well represented at the front of the parade. Hooray for Bud Light, turning millions of gay people into alcoholics one light beer at a time. And I was outraged at the other corporate floats as well: Shell, BP, Chase, JP Morgan. Where is the community outrage? Shell and BP are apparently very gay friendly and had their gay minions marching with their floats. Have we lost our minds and forgotten that these two companies are destroying the planet?
You should all just giddyup on down there.
We’ve discussed chemtrails – those cloudlike trails of various mind-control chemicals sprayed behind high-flying airplanes – before. They have apparently not been as effective at mind-control as hoped, so the Illuminati have teamed up with the Rothschilds to amp up their game using the sea.
Starting in the mid 1990s, reports began to surface on an obscure bulletin board service named The WELL that something might be afoot in our oceans. People had noticed odd emissions that floated behind large vessels, such as Israeli military craft or Chinese container ships. These liquids did not dissipate quickly, but rather bubbled and frothed while protracting into canopy-like shapes with a seemingly engineered intent.
The plot thickens, as it were, when we see some of the big names involved in this heinous conspiracy.
One surprising figure in the aquatrails debate is none other than the father of oceanic environmentalism himself, Jacques Cousteau. Following in the footsteps of David Rockefeller, billionaire leader of such controversial organizations as the Council on Foreign Relations and the Chase Manhattan Bank, Cousteau was a vocal proponent of population control and expanding the authority of the United Nations. Indeed, Cousteau once told a UN subcommittee, “The damage people cause to the planet is a function of demographics – it is equal to the degree of development. One American burdens the earth much more than twenty Bangladeshies . In order to stabilize world population, we will eliminate 350,000 people per day.” (Demanding Accountability, United Nations Development Fund for Women, 1984, p. 84-85).
So, beware. We have no idea how far The Man is willing to take this.
The most interesting thing for me is how still his head stays.
I-I-I-I-I’m Hooked On A Feeling…
Not sure what the deal is with the angels and weenie dogs.
The right leg isn’t silly at all, and the left leg merely does a forward aerial half-turn every alternate step.