Thursday, April 24, 2008

Gays are responsible for tornadoes??







Ok, so queers are responsible for several things.. like distastefullly dressed women, the survival of Daft Punk and Matchbox 20.... but tornadoes?? C'mon! I was surfing the net trying to find a good joke, and I found this.... a great one.






Do Unnatural Acts Cause Natural Disasters?




Pat Robertson, founder of the Christian Coalition and captured above, recently warned Orlando, Florida, that it was courting natural disaster by allowing gay pride flags to be flown along its streets. "A condition like this will bring about ... earthquakes, tornadoes, and possibly a meteor," he said, apparently referring to his belief that the presence of openly gay people incurs divine wrath and that God acts through geological and meteorological events to destroy municipalities that permit gay people the same civil liberties as others. (Robertson also warned Orlando about terrorist bombs, suggesting the possibility that God may also employ terrorists.)




Before Pat and his Christian cronies get too carried away promulgating the idea that natural disasters are prompted by people who displease God, they should take a hard look at the data. Take tornadoes. Every state (except Alaska) has them -- some only one or two a year, dozens in others. Gay people are in every state (even Alaska). According to Pat's hypothesis, there should be more gay people in states that have more tornadoes. But are there? Nope. In fact, there's no correlation at all between the number of gay folks (as estimated by the number of gay political organizations, support groups, bookstores, radio programs, and circuit parties) and the annual tornado count (r = .04, p = .78 for you statisticians). So much for the "God hates gays" theory.
God seems almost neutral on the subject of sexual orientation. I say "almost" because if we look at the density of gay groups relative to the population as a whole, there is a small but statistically significant (p < .05) correlation with the occurrence of tornadoes. And it's a negative correlation (r = -.28). For those of you who haven't used statistics since 1973, that means that a high concentration of gay organizations actually protects against tornadoes. A state with the population of, say, Alabama could avert two tornadoes a year merely by doubling the number of gay organizations in the state. (Tough choice for Alabama's civil defense strategists.) Although God may not care about sexual orientation, the same cannot be said for religious affiliation. If the underlying tenet of Pat's postulate is true -- that God wipes out offensive folks via natural disasters -- then perhaps we can find some evidence of who's on God's hit list. Jews are off the hook here: there's no correlation between numbers of Jews and frequency of tornadoes. Ditto for Catholics. But when it comes to Protestants, there's a highly significant correlation of .71. This means that fully half the state-to-state variation in tornado frequency can be accounted for by the presence of Protestants. And the chance that this association is merely coincidental is only one in 10,000.




Protestants, of course, come in many flavors -- we were able to find statistics for Lutherans, Methodists, Baptists, and Other. Lutherans don't seem to be a problem -- no correlation with tornadoes. There's a modest correlation (r = .52, p = .0001) between Methodists and tornadoes. But Baptists and Others share the prize: both groups show a definite correlation with tornado frequency (r = .68, p = .0001). This means that Texas could cut its average of 139 tornadoes per year in half by sending a few hundred thousand Baptists elsewhere (Alaska maybe?).
What, you are probably asking yourself, about gay Protestants? An examination of the numbers of gay religious groups (mostly Protestant) reveals no significant relationship with tornadoes. Perhaps even Protestants are less repugnant to God if they're gay. And that brings up another point -- the futility of trying to save the world by getting gay people to accept Jesus. It looks from our numbers like the frequency of natural disasters could be more effectively reduced by encouraging Protestants to be gay.




Gay people have been falsely blamed for disasters ever since Sodom was destroyed by fire and brimstone (we have been unable to find any statistics on disasters involving brimstone). According to a reliable source, the destruction of Sodom was indeed an act of God (see Genesis 19:13) and was perpetrated because the citizens thereof were, according to the same source (see Ezekiel 16:49-50), "arrogant, overfed and unconcerned [and] did not help the poor and needy" -- not because they were gay. Now Pat would have us believe that gays are the cause of tornadoes (as well as earthquakes, meteors, and even terrorist bombs) in utter disregard for evidence showing that Baptists are much more likely to cause them.




I say "Kudos!" to Orlando. Despite Robertson's warning that Orlando is "right in the way of some serious hurricanes" (hardly a revelation), note that it was not struck by the very destructive Hurricane Andrew a few years ago. And amid the recent conflagrations (that's fires) in central Florida, which occurred just after Pat sounded his alarm, Orlando was spared. Keep those flags waving!




As any statistician will tell you, of course, correlation doesn't prove causation. Protestants causing tornadoes by angering God isn't the only explanation for these data. It could be that Baptists and Other Protestants purposely flock to states that have lots of tornadoes (no, we haven't checked for a correlation between IQ and religious affiliation). But if Pat and his Christian crew insist that natural disasters are brought on by people who offend God, let the data show who those people are.




Janis WalworthJuly 16, 1998




Sources: Tornado Occurrence by State, 1962-1991; 1990 Churches and Church Membership; Population by State, 1990 US Census; Gay & Lesbian Political Organizations, Support Groups, and Religious Groups from Gayellow Pages, National Edition, 1987.



Saturday, April 19, 2008

Gay cartoons? He's got a point...

Merrie Melodies or just gay 'toons?

Thank God the Rev. Jerry Falwell has stepped in to clean up children's television. Last week he outed Tinky Winky, from that perverted show the"Teletubbies," because, Falwell pronounced, the character is clearly a fount of gayness: He's purple, the gay color; he has an antenna shaped like a triangle, the gay symbol; and he carries a purse, something all gay people do.But Falwell's work is far from over. You see, kiddy TV is downright rife with gayety. Heck, Toon Town is like one big circuit party and has been for years.

*** Fred FlintstoneEvidence: His nickname on the Bedrock bowling team: "Twinkle-toes Flintstone." The show's theme song ends "...we'll have a gay old time!" Wears an orange dress with little triangles on it. Hangs out with Barney far more than Wilma.

*** Bugs BunnyEvidence: Often stands with hand on hip. Plays a hairdresser in one episode. Frequently dresses in drag. Loves to throw on a top hat and tails and belt out Broadway show-tunes with his buddy Daffy -- who, it's worth noting, has a lisp. Has a history of kissing Elmer Fudd on the lips.

*** Velma (of Scooby Doo)Evidence: Always tries to sit next to Daphne in the Mystery Machine. Sports that butch haircut. Has broad shoulders and wears thick turtleneck-sweaters and knee socks. Never once shagged Shaggy.

*** PopeyeEvidence: Eats lots of salad. Wears a sailor suit, even though he hasn't been on a ship in years. Does little sailor-dances. Dates a flat-chested transvestite named Olive Oyl. Best friend named Wimpy.

*** Batman and RobinEvidence: Robin's nickname: Boy Wonder. Batman's real name: Bruce. Both wear tights. They're in great shape. They like to show each other their "grappling hooks."

*** Peppermint PattyEvidence: Has a deep, gravelly voice. Wears pants, not dresses like the other Peanuts gals. Plays a mean game of football. Likes to taunt Charlie Brown. Always hanging out with that androgynous Marcie. Wears comfortable shoes.Nickname: Sir.

*** The Pink Panther'Nuff said

I can make fun of myself, but if you laugh I get to make fun of you.

Lesbos Jokes

Two lesbians were standing at a bar drinking when another girl waved from across the bar. "Who is that babe?" one said to the other. "I'd sure like to get her spread out on my sheets." "No you wouldn't," said the other. "She's hung like a doughnut."

A man walks in to a doctors office and says, "Doctor you must help me. I have AIDS." The doctor replies, "Are you gay?" The man answers "yes." The doctor says, "I think I can help. Go to the grocery store, buy a box of laxatives and a quart of prune juice.Take ALL of the laxatives and drink ALL of the prune juice. Take a nap for a couple of hours. When you wake up your problem will be solved." The man answers, "Will that cure my AIDS?" The doctor replies, "No, but you will find out what your ass hole is really for!"

What's the difference between a ritz cracker and a lesbian? One's a snack cracker, the other a crack snacker!

Friday, March 28, 2008

QTV- David Letterman FUNNY!

From the David Letterman Show

David Letterman joked about QTV, the new gay and lesbian cable channel on his show January 10, 2005. Here's what he had to say, “There is a new gay cable channel entitled Q Television Network (what would the Q stand for?) to provide programming for the gay, lesbian and bisexual community. (Be nice if the bisexuals got their own channel, wouldn’t it?”)

Top Ten Shows on the New Gay Cable Network


10. "Everybody loves Raymond....especially Steve."

9. "CSI: San Fransisco"

8. "Inside the actor's studio apartment in the West Village"

7. "Law and Order: Special Antiquing Unit"

6. "King of Queens"

5. "Desperate Houseboys"

4. "Stone Phillips-Unleashed"

3. "Malcolm in the Middle"

2. "My wife and kids....have no idea"

1. "Press the meat"

Lesbians are funny.

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Monday, March 17, 2008

Some brief lesbian ranting..

Some Lesbian ranting...

Few people quite grasp the concept of how terrible it is truly is to be a lesbian. Gay guys, they have it easy, aside from the occaisional gay bashing and STD. They know how to dress. They care what they look like. And for the most part, they are attractive. Lesbos are not quite the same. They can't dress themselves. They take advantage of the fact that there aren't all that many lesbos out there, and decide that it doesn't matter what they look like. And they are mostly unattractive.

I'm not saying I'm a prized pig myself, well, yes I am. I'm too hot for these lesbians. They repulse me and that leaves me fairly lonely. If the sports bras, dyke hair, and wife-beaters weren't enough, they have now started wearing fake penis's under their pants. I don't know about you, but I for one am not attracted to people with mental issues. And I would surely say that wearing a strap-on out in public screams mental illness. So, I say, get your freakin' operation and go harass the straight girls and leave me alone Mr. Lady!

The only ones that are attractive are completely nuts. And I mean, balls out nuts. No common-sense, no ability to reason, and "I'll stab you in the face if you ever cheat on me" type of jealousy. That's scary. So, I ask you people.... what is scarier.... a woman wearing a penis underneath her men's American Eagle Carpenter jeans, or a knife-wielding hottie with every intention of stabbing you if you even so much as look at someone else?

You're right. I'll go with the knife-wielding hottie. After all, I'd rather be dead than to be woke up by a woman with a painted on mustache, asking me if I've seen her hormone pills. No thank you sir!

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

The Car Wash

Workin' at the carwash...

We're going to take a little break from Francis stories for awhile and I'm going to share some stories about how a $2 Car Wash changed my life. I'm not sure if it was for better or for worse, but it certainly gives me and my friends lots of things to laugh at.

Let's just get this straight first, I had a real job. I worked at the car wash, drying cars, when I was bored and wanted to get high and make money while doing it. The car wash consisted of several interesting characters. First and foremost, there was Lenny. He was the manager; a short fat man with a molester mustache, a full body snowsuit, and Hooters stickers on his Buick something. He was a major perve who went to Nudes a Poppin', some event where woman walk around naked, every year. He always was taking pictures of all of us girls with both a regular camera and a video camera. Plus, he always had a pocket full of "Lenny Joints", which we called them, so that we would always come around. They were named after him because they were so small and mostly paper. We all knew that he did that so the pot would last longer, thus more visits from us, and we had to smoke like 10 of them to get even the weakest high. When he was feeling really generous, he would give us one on our way out. We found out later that not only was he a perve, but possibly a dangerous one and also a pedophile. We knew he had a screw loose, but we liked getting high for free.

Me and about 10 of my friends all hung out there. Mostly just 4 of us, but others would pop up there when they wanted to hang out and they always knew where they could find us. It was pretty cool though, despite the nuts that worked there, because if you were bored, you could just go to the carwash and there would be at least 4 of your friends there. We used to get stoned and play cards, or shoot dice, or dry cars and get paid.

We all felt safe there in numbers, but if you went up there alone, it wasn't as much fun. You could still get high, but Lenny would always take advantage of the situation and say that dope couldn't be smoked there and that you'd have to go for a ride. He never tried anything with me, but asked for a kiss every once in a while. I didn't do it, of course, but it's still scary. He tried that with my best friend once when she was only 16 and he scared her half to death. I guess he thought she was an easy target and was a little more pushy. I think he knew that I would stab him, and she would not.

One day my friend Stephanie fell right through the grates in the floor of the carwash. We played on the tracks often while smoking, and I guess they had moved or something because she took one step and the floor gave out on her. She fell right into that nasty carwash water. It sounds like a horrible experience, and it was for her, but it was still damn funny to us.

My friend Ron, the one featured in the last Francis story, also worked at the car wash. He walked with a cane, due to getting hit by a car, drank non-stop, listened to Slayer and King Diamond, and laughed like a woman. He was great. Except he always tried to make out with me when he was wasted and we were alone. It would take me an hour to get him out of my car. That was not funny, no sir.

We used to go over Ron's to drink and party so often that we would leave our pipes there. Plus, they were safe from our parents. One day we went over there to hang out. I pull out one of our pipes, packed it, and took a big hit. I started coughing and instantly knew something was wrong. I looked over at Ron with his round face and red cheeks, and he was giggling to himself. I asked him what he was laughing at and he said that he let this guy Ron B. smoke crack out of it. Funny. Not for me. Well kinda. Crack sucks.

Ron B. also worked at the car wash back in the day, before my time. Lenny fired him for being too much of a retard. It's pretty hard to out-shine the rest of the land of misfits, but not for Ron B. Once he came through the wash in his car, drunk as hell, and forgot to put his car in neutral. He drove straight threw, jacking his car all up. Class A retard. But he was hilarious to hang out with. He would get so drunk that he would start zoning out and just fall side-ways out of his chair. That's quality if I do say so myself. He would stay with Ron sometimes. Once he stayed one night, he would never leave. We were never really sure where he came from. He would just pop up twice a year, stay for a couple weeks, then disappear again. A wanderer, if you will. Ron always got so pissed about it. He had "the guy on the couch" pretty often and it wasn't always Ron B.

to be continued...I'm tired of typing.