How gay your life must be

er, to fear the laughter of children. You're an EDUCATOR for chrissakes, and you couldn't handle that one except to CHANGE THE WORDING OF THE SONG?

Brothel, of course, is on the cutting edge of such developments. For the longest time now he has sung this song this way, and each time cracking me well up:

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Deck the halls with boughs of holly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Tis the season to be jolly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Don we now our non-gender-specific apparel,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
Troll the ancient Yule tide carol,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Glancing around the web, here's a suggestion:

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"May all your Christmases be white." I recommend: "May all your holidays be gloriously enriched with a multicultural diverse tapestry."

LMFAO!

We're also going to have to change the names of people like Gay Talese.

I think we need to step back and think of a world where the sniggering of filthy children governs the use of language.

Another postmodern revision may be regarding the word "marriage." And, no, this isn't going to be another take on gay marriage. As I've stated before, I don't see gay marriage as a threat to marriage. If one can show (and perhaps they might) that otherwise heterosexual people are giving up their wives and girlfriends in order to join in Holy Matrimony with their butt buddies, then I'll begin to take this argument seriously.

The real threat to marriage is the ease with which divorces can be obtained, the expectation that marriage is supposed to be like some extended Disneyland, and most of all, government welfare programs that incentivize bad behavior and have the government (that is, taxpayers) taking over the role once played by husbands.

This isn't an argument about whether or not government should take over the role of the husband and provide (however unwittingly) incentives for reckless and bad behavior. The left is made up of legions of half-wits and psychological basket cases who, through no fault of their own, might (might) have had really bad parents. So, in their search for parental utopia, it's another thing the halfwits and nitwits think government can do better. But I have seen no evidence that it can.

I don't see gay marriage as a postmodern redefinition of marriage. But I do understand the Marxist element. I didn't just fall off the turnip truck. There is an element out there that wishes to destroy every single ideal, principle, tradition, and institution, for only then can you have the kind of fundamental "hope and change" that the left wants. And that "hope and change" is not about gay rights, women's rights, a clean environment or any of that stuff. All of those things are just carrots held before the stupid people. It's a bait-and-switch. What the left wants is power. Power is what it is about. And they will use any issue to get it. And the gullible, the nitwits, and the halfwits will keep on telling us how dangerous Sarah Palin is, or how dangerous CO2 is, and will have no idea that they are but dupes.

So, yes, there is an element of the gay marriage issue that is postmodernist. But I think there is an element that is not. There have been people born as queer as a three dollar bill for ages. And if some of them want to be "married," then who should give a flying flip? No, the postmodernist redefinition of "marriage" that is the destructive one is this idea that marriage is to be some kind of extended Disneyland. It's supposed to be forever "fulfilling." It's supposed to be about the ultimate "actualization" of the self. But, instead, the reality is underwear on the floor and 3 a.m. feedings. Yes, the vision that the feminist cranks on Oprah portray is a wonderful Utopian idea of marriage. But those expectations, as wonderful as they may be, are not realistic.

Men don't need a reason to cheat. They just do. But I wonder if it was inflated expectations (among other things) of marriage that led the son of someone I know to regularly call other women on his cell phone from his bed at 3 a.m. What nitwit of a man can think he can do that without causing problems? Well, that man would be the one who is on his third marriage and has babies and welfare wives strewn all around the country. And we're paying for that. This is dysfunction aided and abetted by the government . . . and Oprah.

Maybe the penis is the real problem. But I got another one of those "step into my office" conversations thrust onto me yesterday and I really didn't want to hear any of it. But "dirt bag" doesn't even begin to describe the entire world of dysfunctional, bizarre, and irresponsible behavior that is out there. Many people live in a world where they seemingly are no more than raw impulses, not human rationality. They scratch itches and have big, loud, belligerent emotions and little else that we would call "human" ever touches them. I wonder how people exist in such a state? The answer is, "Not very well, but we still have to pay for it anyway."

And, oh by the way, even though in this case it appears to be the guy's fault regarding those 3 a.m. calls to other women, what we don't see is the other side of the story. What we don't see is that it is primarily women who have redefined marriage into a thing whose primary purpose isn't marital relationship, companionship, and children but an institution that is supposed to fulfill their every needy need as soon as they feel something. Seen in this light (and I do), it is men (ironically) who are not getting the intimacy that they long for. Instead, all they get (and men are getting this a lot these days) is a constant earful on how they are failing at being the Deepak Chopra-like provider of constant wish fulfillment and the provider of freedom from all female emotional dissatisfaction and stress.

Oddly (and I don't have figures to back this up, but watch for some researcher out there to stumble upon it), it's likely that more men are getting into relationships with other men simply because women have become too cold, too bitchy, too demanding, and forever too dissatisfied. Perhaps that is the real, although unspoken, aspect of the "gay marriage" issue. We'll have to wait and see on that, but you heard it here first.

But I think the word "marriage" has been redefined (whether by postmodernists or feminists, I'm not going to be real picky about it) to mean "Marital Disneyland." Men are screwed and their only out is to find a little bit of excitement out from under the confines of Stalag 13, which is their marriage. And women – having caused this lack of intimacy – must themselves play around and substitute one-night-stand sex for what the Utopia they are lacking but were promised.

And it's one big, fucked up mess, postmodernist or otherwise.

I think the whole idea of gay marriage is rendered stupid by the fact that the bleeding heart of the issue is GOVERNMENT RECOGNITION of the union.

I figure if you were a gay person, and wanted to spend your life with the person you loved, you could create a ceremony, have a reception, bake a big wedding cake, dress up, invite your family and friends... and who would stop you? Right, nobody.

You could then have a honeymoon, and live and Husband and husband, or wife and wife happily ever after. All you'd lack, is the government not recognizing your union as a "marriage" in their legal definition. But you could get around that. You could still leave your spouse all your possessions in your will... you could draw up a prenup in case of divorce... I'm sure you could still adopt kids.

There's all sorts of ways around every possible healthcare or healthcare disadvantage of not being "married" in the traditional sense. There may actually be BENEFITS from a "Kurt Russell/Goldie Hawn" sort of union.

I think homosexual relationships have been around forever, and if I had to hazard a guess, part of what's appealing about them is that they are NOT conventional.

Many lesbians have told me that they "turned" to women because of dissatisfaction with men. I'm sure the same goes for gay guys. Me, I call it pussying out. Boo hoo, the opposite gender is difficult to deal with... they're too different. Waaaaaa. Get over it.

All I know is, cable TV is making a fortune on dysfunctional bridezilla type shows. After watching these cunts buy dresses and cakes or design their dream receptions, all I have to say is that you'd have to be fucking NUTS to want to get married to one such as those.

Total and utter self-involvement is the postmodern theme these days. With divorce lurking for the SECOND somebody's arrested development/immediate gratification "needs" aren't met by their partner. The idea of being responsible for your OWN needs being completely alien to these fuckwads.

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Many lesbians have told me that they "turned" to women because of dissatisfaction with men. I'm sure the same goes for gay guys.

Brothel's adage is that most women are three glasses of wine away from a lesbian experience.

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All I know is, cable TV is making a fortune on dysfunctional bridezilla type shows. After watching these cunts buy dresses and cakes or design their dream receptions, all I have to say is that you'd have to be fucking NUTS to want to get married to one such as those.

LMAO.

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Total and utter self-involvement is the postmodern theme these days.

I think you called it. I was just having a good rant, but I no longer miss not being married. Okay, I'd marry Ann-Margrock in a moment. That is a real woman. Too much woman for me, but I wish. Or Raquel Welch. Those were real women. These little fish-stick model-type women that you could break in half if you squeezed them too hard are not my ideal of a woman. I'm going to queue up "One Million Years B.C." just to have a look at Raquel and (I'm trying to find 1940's "One Million B.C" with Carole Landis, but it doesn't appear in Netflix.). "Viva Las Vegas" and "Bye Bye Birdie" are also being queued up.

Too bad that Raquel and Margrock (as well as Elvis) didn't appear in more "serious" films. They were sold as somewhat campy icons, but in "Jailhouse Rock" you can see that Elvis had much more talent there than was being used. And Ann-Margrock in the awful "Tommy" showed the same thing. I'll have to queue up "The Three Musketeers" because Raquel is great in that.

Speaking of Ann-Margrock, one of the great duets of all time is "The Lady Loves Me" with Elvis Presley and Ann-Margrock from "Viva Las Vegas."

Ann is pretty hot in this as well. And while we're at it:

Review: The Flintstones / Ann-Margrock Presents (1963)

Bedrock is building a new outdoor clam-shaped amphitheater. To dedicate it, they're bringing in some big-name talent: Ann-Margrock. At her hotel room, Ann's manager decides she needs to get away from her screaming fans so Ann, by accident, makes her way to the Flintstone's front door where Fred (not knowing who she is) hires Ann as a babysitter for Pebbles.

Fred and Barney, meanwhile, are practicing for a talent contest. The winner will get to appear on stage at the amphitheater's opening with Ann-Margrock. Ann gives them a hand polishing up their act. Back at the amphitheater, the sponsor of the show gets nervous and doesn't think Ann-Margrock is right for the show. But he overhears by accident Ann singing a lullaby to Pebbles and decides she's perfect.

Fred and Barney mistakenly believe they have won the talent contest and have been chosen to appear with Ann-Margrock. They take their babysitter under their wing and promise her to help with her career by letting her join their act and appear on stage with Ann-Margrock. But then Fred and Barney are told that no one will be appearing on stage with Ann. They are then shocked when their protégé takes to the stage . . and *is* Ann-Margrock. She later calls the boys onto the stage to do a number with her.

All in all, a terrific episode and one that definitely made Ann-Margrock a household word. Those were the days...long gone.

Elvis and Ann (from "Viva Las Vegas).
[Elvis is just slightly better as an accompaniment than Fred and Barney.]

Thirteen Men
Ann-Margrock talks about Elvis
The extraordinary Ann-Margrock (from "Tommy").

Yeah, I got a thing for Ann-Margrock at the moment .... and, really, for quite some time.

I keep telling you to rent "Carnal Knowledge" where you not only see Margrock in all her glory, but she gives an oscar-worthy performance. She also does a terrific job in "Magic" with Anthony Hopkins.

I've had an Ann-Margrock thing since childhood too. For me the ultimate was "Made in Paris"...
Doesn't get any better That was the nearest thing to Thalo porn at the time.

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I keep telling you to rent "Carnal Knowledge" where you not only see Margrock in all her glory, but she gives an oscar-worthy performance.

It's now #2 in the queue behind the campy "Bye Bye Birdie." It's just ahead of "The Cincinnati Kid" in the #3 slot with Steve McQueen. #4 is "Viva Las Vegas." I just want to see that one again. I've also added "Magic" in there.

Can't find "Made in Paris" on Netflix. My god, that's Richard what's-his-name in that YouTube video with Ann-Margrock. Of "Rambo" fame.

Oh, and that's Louis Jourdan (of "Swamp Thing" fame) leering down at Margrock from the balcony. He's got a good leer going there.

Okay, I read some online reviews of "Made in Paris." After not being able to find this anywhere to rent, I found it on Amazon.com. And then found it at WBshop.com for $15.16 including shipping. So I bought it.