The U.S. is considering naming an airport after Harvey Milk the first openly homosexual person to be elected to public office in California. It has unique features such as rear end only short term parking, mandatory cavity searches, and double wide stalls in the bathrooms. All T.S.A. agents are required to have Chippendale work experience, and it will be the only airport where the agents will strip along with the passengers to reduce the anxiety of enhanced screening. For enhanced safety all men will get a free prostate exam by an Elvis impersonator who will "glove you tender."
I previously blogged about Muslim super heroes, and now D.C. comics will be coming out of closet with a gay super hero*. I'm not sure I want to be rescued by Homo-Man, afterall what does that say about my masculinity when I need a guy in in leotards and a tutu to save me? By the way what could Homo-Man save you from anyway? Mismatched window treatments, wardrobe failures, or an interior design faux pas doesn't really seem to be life threatening. That is unless you're Martha Stewart.
|This polyester outfit has got to go|
Marvel comics has killed off the original spider man, and created a new one who is part black, Latino, and gay*. Diversity in the workplace is a good thing, but I am wondering what kind of disaster can a gay save you from? A wardrobe malfunction, mismatched window treatments, or stale quiche seem to be poor plot lines for an action hero. One thing is for sure, if Superman came out of a phone booth Spiderman will be coming out of a closet.
|Is that a stimulus package in your pants?|
The U.S. is one broke ass butthole of a Republic, and the proof is in the pudding. Semen pudding to be exact. It seems our taxes funded a study on the penis size of gays, and how it relates to their sexual health. It researched the all too important question who was on top, who was on the bottom, and why? With our mounting fiscal crisis the only time we should be concerned about who is getting the long end of the stick is when it's the taxpayer.