Another day, another pink blanket failure for the bloated pig and fake ally. As a man who came out of the closet back in 1998, I know that a staggering majority of gay men and women loathe these performative leftist sermons on our behalf. They’re as nauseating and hollow as Niki’s rotting yellow teeth. Pathetic Pat should stop rubbing his mammoth udders to my ass pics on Instagram and quit pretending that he has gay friends. Gays aren’t the helpless special needs freaks that hysterical liberals like Fatboy paint us as. We see this shit every day and and we hate the ignorant assholes speaking for us.
Now for a breakdown of the spastic oinks themselves. Observe the poor structure and arrogant point of view of this ham-handed response (see what I did there?). The pig responds in spastic half sentences and comes off like a guide at a zoo where these imaginary “gay friends” are on display. I envision him leading a park tour stuffed into a too-small, sweat ringed t-shirt. He’s nasally lisping and wheezing into an intercom “on your left are two specimens from Eau Claire, I named them Tyrone and Philip, child. The are an interracial couple and adopted two Chinese babies. Don’t feed or speak to the gays, Keith, only I have the insight to interpet their lives. Stop being a felon, child, or our next stop is the Pepperoni Shack”
Gays do not need or want anyone to speak on our behalf, particularly a fat ugly layabout like Pat. We see his inept shoehorning into our battles and we hate him for it. Like most of the US public I’m for marriage equality between two consenting ADULTS (I’m so sorry, Paul) and the last thing my happy marriage needs is some unwelcome lazy blowhard pointlessly screeching about it and polarizing the issue. This alienates reasonable people from rationally discussing and possibly accepting a new societal norm. I guess they didn’t teach that simple concept in Intro Sociology during his failed half semester at Waukesha County Technical College.
Like all of his posturing on Twitter, Pat doesn’t care about this or any issue, he just wants virtual pats on his ugly misshapen head. Thank God he’s as impotent in the public sphere as he is in his spherical body and this latest sad attempt to rile people up will be ignored just like his irrelevant books. As loveless, jobless, childless non-contributors to society, Pat and Ugly Niki must shut up and be grateful that lazy scum like them have half-housing and breakfast corn on their lonely blue plate courtesy of the taxpayers - including millions of hard working gays and lesbians that the Fun Run Ton tries to speak for. The only peep we should hear from those two autistic rubes is “thank you for the monthly handouts and PPP fraud, suckers!”
Pat, I mean this last part sincerely: FUCK YOU and bag my groceries, bitch. And for fuck’s sake, for once in your life stop being a deadbeat and pay Quasi.
