by James Killough
Before I start eviscerating my evil twitty twin Andrew Sullivan, I wanted to point out something I buried at the end of a previous post, thinking that everyone slogged through the overstuffed, slow-cooked Belgian meal that my posts are and devoured every word, clinked on every link.
Lest you think I have been slacking and leaving all the PFC blogging work to Tuttle and Baker, I have started a serialized fiction piece called Render The Savage on Diane Pernet’s site, A Shaded View on Fashion. The first chapter is here, the second here. I also post links to the left of this column. I’m having great fun with Savage. If it rings true in some places, I’m denying everything so you can make up your own mind.
And I always have great fun taking potshots at Sullivan. The title of this post is a reworking of one of his, The Tired, Lame Bigotry of Some Homosexuals, in which he bemoans a Hunky Jesus contest held in San Francisco over Easter. I thought the contest was kinda funny, one of those things that are more enjoyable in real life than in video, like almost all stand-up comedy. But what makes me chuckle most is this quote from Sullivan:
“You want to grow some balls? Hold a Hunky Mohammed Contest on Ramadan. And, by the way, thanks for doing your bit to empower every religious right prejudice about gays.”
Oh, Miss Thing! You got yourself into a lather of this one, haven’t you? What sort of noodle-brained, banana split logic is that? Continue reading