More Liars for Jesus, Concerning Sex
- Hate in the Name of Christ (fallanddie.com)
- Sundays With The Christianists: Sex Education For Your Date With Jesus (wonkette.com)
"To tell the truth and to shoot well with arrows"
Help! We are having trouble keeping track of all the crazy shit that weird melted plastic creature lawyer Orly Taitz has done. We need some sort of Orly Taitz tracker, or day planner, or iPhone app. Just last month, she lawsplained to us all that if a judge won’t force a private college to reveal The One’s transcripts, we are all living in Nazi Germany. Six months before that, she ran for Senate in California and released an amazing clip art YouTube horrorshow of a campaign video. She has filed lawsuit after lawsuit after lawsuit (oh, for fuck’s sake, use the Google. We’re not going to embed that many hotlinks back to Wonkette) with levels of insane ranging from epic to batshit. And the hits just keep on coming:
The 52-year-old lawyer-dentist-real estate agent from Laguna Niguel brought her years-long battle to oust Barack Obama from the presidency to a federal courtroom Thursday in Sacramento.
Her appearance was part of a last-minute bid to stop the counting of electoral college votes in Washington, D.C., that will pave the way for the president’s second inauguration Jan. 21.
She failed. Again.
Taitz responded by comparing herself to Thurgood Marshall and his persistence in filing suits to fight segregation. She explained that one of the plaintiffs is a Republican elector for Mitt Romney, who came in second to Obama in November.
You know what? We got nothing. Reality has exceeded parody by SO FUCKING FAR now that the Editrix can likely get rid of us all, as Orly Taitz’ mere existence will provide enough material forever and ever.
Read more at http://wonkette.com/495732/birther-queen-orly-taitz-explains-to-judge-she-is-pretty-much-thurgood-marshall-yo#LFKZPYSrX6mQUv6t.99
Posted by Evan Hurst
When you were born, there was always something different about you. When you were little, you were interested in “girl things” like Barbie Dolls and learning. When you were in high school and all the other boys were doing splashy-splashy in the pool with the girls, you were staying in the water getting a boner of anticipation every time one of the guys hopped out, just praying they’d forget to un-cling their swim trunks from their glistening wet bodies for just a minute longer, because you were A Budding Gay. You were upset about this because Religious Indoctrination, but that’s okay because something came along and changed your life forever!
Yes, one day, after finding evidence of your secret gayness, your mom took you to the Cowboy Church Of Virginia, where they taught you to relieve yourself of wretched, wretched homosexuality by just straight up fondling some horses:
An American church is promising gay men they will be cured of their homosexuality if they stroke horses.
The Cowboy Church of Virginia, led by chief pastor Raymond Bell, believes homosexuality and other ‘addictions’ can be cured by Equine Assisted Psychotherapy.
Horse therapy, in the right hands, can be used to help overcome fears, develop communication skills, and is generally beneficial to mental health.
But Bell says the horses in his church, a cowboy ranch in the south,
As opposed to the horses in LIBERAL CHURCHES…
are part of teaching men to stop being gay and encourage them to be more masculine.
Bell said he uses EAP to identify how a person got ‘involved’ in homosexuality to begin with. For example, because of rape, abandonment, lacking a male role model, abuse, and having low self-esteem.
Show me on the horse where you’d like Jesus to touch you.
Wayne Besen of the good old Truth Wins Out (where your Wonkette used to work for, like, actual employment!) coined the phrase “pray away the gay” back in the day, and is now having to add “neigh away the gay” to his toolbox of phrases, which reminds us of a story we told a few weeks back about a Floridian man and his love relationship with a mini-donkey named “Doodle.”
Unfortunately, the proper methods for using horse-fondling to relieve yourself of gayness are not provided, so please don’t try this with your own personal horse. You can’t just walk out in the pasture and pocket-rocket to third base with the first whinnying love machine you see. For one thing, you will get bitten or stomped on. No, this requires the work of licensed professional heterosexual romance therapy horses, and the men of God who offer them up for gay men to jerk them off or whatever, I don’t understand how Jesus therapy works.
But anyway, that is the story of why you are not gay anymore, and also why you spend so much time
in your barn after midnight, softly moaning to the sounds of pitter-pattering horseshoes and Isaac Hayes on vinyl sexing your wife, in the vagina. [Gay Star News/Truth Wins Out]