might be able to have sex.
Dan Blatt, that foul excrescence on the gay body politic, otherwise known as The Gay Quisling or America’s Dumbest Homosexual™, was perhaps in a bit of a quandary when Obama came out in favor of gay marriage. After all, Blatt had been humping the argument that Obama betrayed his gay Democratic supporters by not supporting gay marriage harder than a meth-addled hillbilly on a blow-up doll. Here he is is saying Obama is taking gay marriage advocates for fools. And here is the Repub-licker Dan criticizing Obama for not supporting gay marriage and “playing political football with gay Americans.”
So, what’s our highly-principled Dan doing now that Obama has said he supports gay marriage? Oh, don’t be silly, you know exactly what he’s doing: he’s criticizing Obama for being in favor of gay marriage. Now, the Blatt Flacker says, he’s “trying to sell the Brooklyn Bridge to his gay supporters.” He’s just doing it “to quiet a political firestorm” among gay supporters. Wait, wasn’t it just seconds ago, that Dan was popping the pins holding up his Depends over how Obama wasn’t paying attention to his gay supporters? And now Obama is the worst President ever because he’s paying attention to his gay supporters?
This all just goes to show that Dan is so deranged about Obama that Obama could personally invite Dan to the White House for an orgy with Dan’s beloved Ken Mehlman in the Lincoln Bedroom and Dan would write a post criticizing him for it. We’ve known that Dan would criticize anything Obama did back when he took Obama to task for a federal regulation that would let gay people visit their partners in hospitals. I said then, and I say it again because it always gets Dan’s Beavis and Butthead commenters like V the K and North Dallas Forty worked up into a prissy hissy fit, the following:
Permit me to stop joking around for a moment and to say something directly for a change. Dan Blatt is a loathsome piece of shit who will sell out other gay people in order to curry the favor of straight Republicans who pat him on the head every now but then call him a cock-sucking heels-in-the-air fudge-packed girlie-boy behind his back (even though only the girlie-boy part is actually true). Dan says all this stuff because the probability that any gay man would ever give enough of a shit about Dan to visit him in a hospital, much less to have a relationship with him, is remote — as remote as the possibility that Dan will ever have sex with anyone other than a blind leper in a darkened truck stop in rural Alabama, and even then the leper will have to down a fifth of Jack Daniel’s before he can bring himself to do it. Fuck you, Dan, you wretched, illiterate prick.
On re-reading this, I actually think I was being too kind.








