Daddy on the Edge of promoting the Gay Agenda

I wish that someone would market day planners for homosexuals and call them "The Gay Agenda". Wouldn't that just be fabulous? Pink for the boys, flannel for the girls...



Sorry; Daddy was channeling his inner Hedda Lettuce (and for my International readers and people from Iowa and other parts Middle West that have no idea who I'm talking about, here is her Wiki Entry - just click the green haired lady - )

AND before y'all get puritan on me, let me just say what we all should admit to ourselves - Everyone has an inner drag queen. Want proof? Here's proof;

This is Republican former NYC Mayor, one time Presidential hopeful Rudy Giuliani. He actually let his inner drag queen out. (I never said it would be pretty - I only said that everyone has one - even this guy.) At some point today, take a good look at your significant other and picture them in drag. If nothing else, the laugh will do you good. ;)

But I digress. The Gay Agenda (which, if anyone now does actually make it into a day planner, I want royalties, bitches.). "The Gay Agenda" is one of those ridiculous made up "Republican Fear Phrases". Y'know, like Terror Alert, Anchor Babies, ObamaCare, Possible Third Term for George Bush (I'll admit it - that one scared the CRAP out of Daddy). These terms are designed to make something that, upon rational investigation shouldn't be scary at all, into something terrifying that will usually "tear the fabric" of our otherwise totally perfect universe. Like, there was no war, no poverty, no hunger, no unemployment, no disease, no global warming, no crime...it was a friggin' Logan's Run paradise around here until the damn Gays came along and wanted to get married?!? Like gay marriage will somehow get cooties all over your regular marriage?

Grow Up.

Because seriously, you are pulling the "cooties" argument - that, if people who you don't like have the same thing you have, that it somehow cheapens that thing...makes it not worth having, 'cause they got their cooties all over it...WAAHHHHHH! That's just sad. And when you listen to the standard Republican arguments, it gets even sadder. They seem to love the "separate but unequal" argument - like Straight White America lets you live in this country.

We let you live here, and work here; we let you pay taxes and vote - we almost let you be...like us. And the only time we'll vilify, assault or kill you is if you are too public in your displays of affection, or we feel sexually threatened by your presence, or we want to feel superior to someone, or you want more rights than we feel like giving you, which would be the same rights that we have. Silly Gay person - don't you wish you had chosen to be straight?

Well, Daddy's here to tell you that gays and lesbians, bisexuals and transgenders, genderqueers and intersexed folks have been a part of this country since before it was this country. They have served with us, they have governed us, they have cared for us, they have clothed us, they have protected us, they have lived among us and died beside us - they ARE US. They can no more tear the fabric of this country than we can, because they ARE the fabric of this country, just as we are. And if you don't like that, or can't see that, or are just having way to much fun with your little Hate Party to listen to rational discussion, then I have only this to say to you.

Fuck You.

I say that, not to shock or offend, but to prepare you for this video that Daddy has been asked to share. Here's the Daddy on the Edge warning -

If the word Fuck bothers you, then you probably shouldn't watch this Fucking video. There's a Fucking cleaned up version of it, but that, to Daddy, is like low fat Fucking cheesecake - what's the Fucking point? You want to say Fuck in your video? Say Fuck in your video. So here's the Fucking video. I hope you Fucking enjoy it as much as I Fucking did.

Oh, and Fucking Donate too, ok?

Fuck Hate,

Daddy

Daddy on the Edge of "Partners" in Crime

Here's my question; do I pay for this guys hair product?

I mean, he's gotta be using product, right? I'll admit, I'm envious - Daddy used to have hair like that. Okay, full disclosure - it never looked that good. My mane always looked more like Joey Ramone's than Eric Cantor's. I don't know what it is; I just can't take my eyes off it. The man works the volumizer like Deney Terrio.





On a completely unrelated subject, did I pay for this guys tanning spray? I know, I know...it's the age old debate - booth or spray? While it may be booth, I would have to lean toward spray only because it just looks soooo fake. An older gentleman that I know used to color his hair a shade of red that, while it looked all right, didn't by any stretch of the imagination look natural. That's kinda the way I feel about John Boehner's tan.



It was here that I was going to get to the original point of this post; how, more than likely, the American Taxpayer did indeed pay for Cantor's hair gel and Boehner's fake tan as well as a whole shopping list of other items that "regular folk" just pay for out of their own pockets, as the guys and gals on the Hill should.

That was where I was going, but my research sent me in another direction. I will return to the subject of criminal congressional spending in the future, but for the remainder of this post, I need to focus on something that I just found...interesting.

Didya ever notice how these two fellas are practically inseparable?

I mean seriously - they are together all the time!





Here...


There....


Everywhere!


Not that I'm throwing stones, mind you. I mean, I too have been guilty of workplace romances. You're together all the time, you certainly share common interests ("Oh yes, when Eric and I aren't busy subverting the Obama agenda, we like to weekend on the Cape, do a little antiquing and shut down a homeless shelter or two; it's the little things that bring you closer together as a couple."); it's to be expected.




But gentlemen; you can't let your relationship detract from your work.

At the Health Care Summit, it seemed to me that John Boehner looked uncomfortable, and he really wasn't making eye contact with anyone.


His gaze kept wandering across the room...to where Eric Cantor was sitting!

They weren't sitting next to each other! And it just felt all wrong!

I was gonna really run with this angle. I was going to compare them to these guys.
and really, can you blame me? Fake tans, big hair; hell, all that's missing is the tiger.

But then I got to thinking, who the hell is Daddy to ridicule true love? Two soulmates found each other through the ultimate bizzarre situation (because seriously - to me, the idea of finding your gay lover in the Republican Congress is like finding Dog the Bounty Hunter at auditions for "Gypsy") - what gives me the right to hate on 'em for that?




And honestly , if I take away all the animosity and hatred I feel for these two for being the kind of politicians that give politicians a bad name, well...they actually do make an attractive couple. Look at this picture and tell me these two don't love each other.





You can't, can you? Because it's so obvious. So, I'll say it here right now; John, Eric, in the interest of bi-partisanship (and bi-sexuality as well, I guess - both you guys are married, right?)
I'd like to wish you the best of luck together.

It's not every day that an Orange Man and someone with John Travolta's hairstyle from "Saturday Night Fever" can find each other and make it work the way you two have.

Here's to you, guys!
The Leader and the Whip -
Perfect Together.