THE HUNT FOR PINK OCTOBER
These village people, their identities obscured behind Dior sunglasses, sporting square toed dress shoes and designer slacks are intent on routing out all of the offending Turncoat Gays who hide in the underbelly of the Republican beasts. Relying on their razor-sharp Gaydars, they scour for the Uncle Tommies who are blandly dressed conservative Washington insiders by day and leather wearing Mr. Slaves by night.
The cause of the sudden melee is unclear although it seems to be somehow linked to the discovery of a monster, Follius Pedophilious, in the same city weeks before. It is apparently the mob's hope that general disgust for this animals' stalking of our young Princes of Politics will quickly translate into disgust for gayness so that they can root out the bad gays with everybody's support. NO WAIT, that CAN'T be it. The monster has nothing to do with being gay, at least that's what most everybody believes out loud.
So they must be on a hunt to root out the traitors, the Vichy Gays who are, work for, or at least definitely don't denounce those politicians who peddle hate of themselves. Reports vary on what they do once they catch the homocrites, some saying they immediately proceed to a high tech lynching,without evidence and trial, while others insist they are doing no more than painting a tasteful pink "gay" on their window to identify their true nature.
Perhaps it is, on the other hand, a venting by the crowd. Swift and sure retribution against their own kind who have turned away from their conflicted selves and instead of embracing their high score on the Kinsey Scale (presumably anybody scoring a 4 or higher is fair game)* they have joined the side of the bigots in the struggle for human dignity. A digital tar and feathering on the bloggishpere, if you will.
Has the mob finally had all they can take from these homocrites? Is it a carefully planned and shrewd political move the make sure that there will be no more wandering out of Chosen activist camp for gays? One thing is for sure, these targets of the mob are "fair game" because you can't screw the gays by day at work and then screw a gay at night without risking being exposed (speaking of exposure, did you hear the one about Larry Craig?).
Among the shrill squeals of joy emitted from the crowd each time a new homocrite is found, we were able to find their self-proclaimed leader, a man identified "Michael." Too busy to explain himself, we were unable to ask if he was aware of the much larger crowd, those who are not closeted gays but closeted homophobes, beginning to mill about...
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http://www.kinseyinstitute.org/resources/ak-hhscale.html












