Showing posts with label Clay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Clay. Show all posts

Debate: Boy Scouts Gay Ban






W.D. Boyce once said, “The moral arc of the universe is long, but it bends towards justice.”  This year, this adage will be put to the test as the BSA revisits their policy of forbidding open homosexual boys and adults to serve.  Those who were never involved in the Boy Scouts might wonder why this is a pressing national issue while those who served as scout leaders might wonder whether this could lead to a fashionable uniform upgrade.  Like all issues in the so-called culture war, this one has gotten inexplicably heated and will only end with the complete annihilation of the losing side (the gays) - just like founder of the Boy Scouts of America and Hitler Youth advisor Lord Baden-Powell always wanted.

Clay: Let’s clear the air of the 250 pound “bear” in the VIP room: the BSA needs a makeover.  I’m not talking about rehabilitating their image as a bunch of bigoted homophobes, I want to redesign those uniforms!  Beige and olive drab and red?  blagh. I’m tired of looking like a bunch of Hitler Youth reenactors every time my troop and I are on color guard.  And those pins and sashes and badges are so gaudy! I mean, I’m all for Momar Qaddafi-dictator-chic, but come on!  Good for you, son, you mastered Animal Husbandry (we can marry animals, but not gays?), but do you really need another badge for that?  I’m thinking they need to lose the brownshirts and go topless (but keep the neck handkerchief!) so they can show off those boy’s abs after they achieve the Personal Fitness merit badge.  I’m pitching a tent just thinking about it!  But really, the BSA is a bunch of homophobes!  Like, EQUALITY, Y’ALL!!!

Glenn: This is exactly the kind of repulsive attitude that leads to the majority of conservative, closeted men in the BSA to oppose lifting the ban.  We live in a country where our technology, institutions and reality TV stars are changing faster than we can process (ironic, given Moore’s Law).  Boy Scouts of America is the one organization who remains steadfast in support of traditional values such as the Clove Hitch knot and closeted sexuality.  As the supporters of this ban have repeatedly said, this is about keeping sexuality out of the BSA.  If the ban is lifted, what’s to say there won’t be a program or “mission” that involves boys learning about the prostate gland’s stimulative value?  That’s not an appropriate topic for children, especially those who joined an organization to learn how to navigate a compass (both moral and otherwise).

Clay: Thank you for mentioning my two favorite topics: knot tying and prostate stimulation!  It leads right into my next point which is that some of the best BDSM sex I’ve ever had was with Boy Scouts.  They know so many knots!  Square knots, half-hitches, bowlines, sheep shanks, the Fisherman’s “Bend” - they bind and gag me six ways to Sunday. Oh, and don’t forget about the monkey fists!  They are a great substitute for Ben Wa balls.  Boy Scouts are so resourceful ...and kinky, too!  I love it when they take me out in the woods at night for some “snipe hunting” and tie me up and leave me there.  Then they’ll come back a few hours later, “rub two sticks together,” and light a fire in my ass!  There is a burgeoning population of closeted gays running rampant through the “jamborees” across the world.  Part of me wants us to continue our subversive, closeted activities because it’s naughty and exciting, but I also want to live up to the Scout Oath and Law and be open and honest about my sexuality!  We’re here, we’re queer, we like to orienteer: GET USED TO IT!

Glenn:  You might be here and you’re certainly “queer”  - but we’ll never get used to it.  Don’t you understand?  Groups like On My Honor are working to keep sexuality out of the BSA for this very reason.  When parents send their children off to the Scouts, it’s not to be molested - it’s to attempt salvaging a failed marriage.  The marriage between closeted gays and the Boy Scouts is a thriving marriage that has worked well for everyone involved since homosexuality was discovered in the late 1960s.  Why change a working formula?  When children become teens they’re likely to experiment with their sexuality but I see no reason why scout leaders should be the ones facilitating that.  If nothing else, it will then make anything besides heterosexuality seem as “lame” as being in the Boy Scouts right now is.  


Clay:  At least we agree on one thing: the Boy Scouts of America is lame!  They need a new direction - a new agenda, and luckily for them, us gays have one queued up and ready to go!  And 
we’re just going to make a few minor changes - nothing you all need to get your tighty whities in a bunch about.  First, we’d get rid of the archery, rifle shooting, and shotgun shooting merit badges.  Most of us gays are terrible at those “sports,” and we don’t need a predictable set up for a “straight as an arrow” joke.  Second, add merit badges like fashion design, brunch planning, and queer theories.  Those are all essential life skills for gay men.  Third, replace the semaphore flag system with the back-pocket bandana gay code.  Those colored bandanas are doing more communicating each night at the club than those old flags ever will.  And finally, we would mandate that each troop provide a color guard at the start of a Gay Pride Parade at least once a year.  See, is that so bad?  A little change is a good thing!  
(Oh, and you don’t have to worry about the Order of the Arrow changing at all.  Boys running around half-naked dressed as indians, taking a vow of silence for a night alone in the woods, and carving a phallic arrow out of a chunk of hard wood are all things I can get in a sleeping bag with!)

Glenn:  The more you describe the Boy Scouts the less I think the organization is worth even fighting for.  My political allies and I are fighting so hard to maintain the ban against open homosexuals without considering whether we should simply add hetero, pan and asexuals to the ban as well and watch the Boy Scouts of America die a slow and deserving death.  The things you describe are all stereotypically “gay” or “effeminate” or “things I wish I could experience” but if my time as an embedded reporter with the US Army taught me anything, it’s that sometimes instead of allowing homosexuals to serve openly in an organization, what would make the world a better place is simply disbanding it.  We don’t need an army and we don’t need the Boy Scouts.  Both are anachronistic institutions that do more harm than good.  To paraphrase the great Ronald Reagan (a former Boy Scout and homosexual): Wayne Perry, tear this organization down!

Casey Anthony Joke File

By Glenn and Clay 

Upon hearing the news of the Casey Anthony verdict, the ghost of Osama bin Laden remarked, "Is there no justice for Caylee?"

In 2006, twelve Floridians walked out of a viewing of An Inconvenient Truth saying it was preposterous. Five years later they all ended up serving jury duty on the Casey Anthony trial.

Casey Anthony, LeBron James and Charlie Crist walk into a bar in Florida. Charlie Crist says, "At one point I was so unpopular that I was forced out of my party and lost an election due to hordes of angry voters in tri-corner hats."
LeBron James says, "Oh yeah? Well I was so unpopular that the people of Cleveland expressed their feelings of betrayal by burning my effigy in the streets."
Casey Anthony then says, "You guys got nothing. I'm so unpopular, that for the last three years nobody has asked me to come out and party with them. Not even once!"

Do you think that if the Supreme Court of the United States allowed cameras in their court room that they could get Kim Kardashian to tweet in all caps about campaign finance reform?

Nancy Grace’s producer (bursting into NG’s office nearly out of breath): Nancy, your Casey Anthony rant ratings are through the roof! I’ve thrown together a preliminary pitch for a “Judge Nancy Grace” program. What do you think?
Nancy Grace (contemplatively staring out her office window, slowly turns to face her producer): No, that’s not going to happen. I’m through with television. Get me an Orlando real estate agent on the phone. I’ve got a prosecuting attorney race to win.

So the porn industry has retracted their various offers to put Casey Anthony in a starring role. Most people assume it’s because she’s become such a pariah. I think it’s because after the jury’s decision, they realized they wouldn’t be able to write a scene where 12 people fuck Casey Anthony.

You know how I know people today are lazy? Because when the innocent verdict came down nobody did anything about it. They just tweeted angrily about lynching Casey Anthony and never actually got off their asses; got their torches, rope, and pitch forks; and formed a mob! That's what happens when you expect the government to handout justice.

What’s the difference between Casey Anthony and Frankenstein’s Monster?
Frankenstein’s monster didn’t throw that little girl in a lake - and was also created by lightning.

When the Casey Anthony trial verdict was announced, Marcia Clark updated her to Facebook status to say “See? Not so easy to convict a murderer in a court of law!” and the joined the “Casey Anthony Will Rot in Hell” group.

Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Casey Anthony.
Casey Anthony who?
I DON’T KNOW! THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN ASKING MYSELF THIS WHOLE FUCKING TIME! GET OFF MY TEEVEE!!!!!!!!

“Casey Anthony partied while her baby rotted in the woods” should be the new “Nero fiddled while Rome burned.”

Posted on the Reader’s Digest message board this week: “Caylee Anthony and Connor Peterson together in heaven now. Laci Peterson is waiting for Casey to join her in hell.”

Juror 1: Knock Knock.
Juror 2: Who’s There?
Juror 1: Orange.
Juror 2: Orange Who?
Juror 1: Orange you glad we voted to acquit Casey Anthony?

Lawmakers around the country are introducing legislation titled “Caylee’s Law” which will reverse a jury’s innocent verdict to guilty if, AND ONLY IF, a “celebrity jury” comprised of Nancy Grace, Demi Moore, Ashton Kutcher, Kim Kardashian, Joy Behar, Star Jones, Ricki Lake, Jason Biggs, Sharon Osbourne, Julie Chen, Mandy Moore, and Carson Daly express unified disagreement with the verdict via Twitter.

It's The End Of The World As We Know It, And I Feel Fine


By Clay 

There's a new "the end of the world will occur on this date" cult gaining attention in the media. May 21, 2011, is the date which is the only unique part about this doomsday group. I guess it's not all doom and gloom, though. According to the believers, it is clearly stated in the Bible that Jesus will return on May 21, and then five months later on October 21, the world will be destroyed. So it's great if you're a Christian, but there will be five months of total chaos after one billion believers disappear.

This latest rapture prediction takes me back to my tween years of the late 90's. There were several end-of-the-world scares going around at that time. Of course there was the Y2K hysteria. Being the most tech-savvy person in the household at the age of 12, it was up to me to make sure our house was Y2K ready. I was skeptical that the entire electrical grid of the United States would shut down because it thought the year was 1900 instead of 2000. I wasn't completely following the logic, but I guessed the computers would know that they hadn't been invented in 1900 and would shut down until about 2075 (or 1975 to the computers when the first PC was invented.) Anyway, my family was suckered into the greatest scam of all time and we bought some software and mom put some canned food away for the coming apocalypse. I wasn't too worried about this actually happening, but this wasn't the only scenario that might play out at the stroke of midnight, January 1, 2000.

I was more worried about the Rapture. Being a good little Christian I had read some of the Left Behind books and was aware of some of the differences in the "Revelations" theories. Either way, it had been 2000 years since Jesus was born (God pays attention to the Gregorian calendar, right?), and society had never been in worse shape. Take the Internet for instance. I was fairly new to "wasting seed," but had already ventured into the dark nether regions of the web where they kept the porn. Yeah, it took five minutes for a picture to load with our 28k dial-up, but it was worth the wait, let me tell you!

From that point on I had one mission in life: get laid (or at least get a hand job) before the Rapture. I was not very good at this though. As it turns out, most of the girls who attend Youth Group services on a weekly basis are not DTF. What was I going to do? Time was running out. I would pray to Jesus regularly to not take me before I knew a woman in the Biblical sense. I mean, how could he come before I did? Obviously sex was the greatest thing known to man since it was all over TV, and my pastors preached against it regularly. There was no way Jesus would cut me down before I experienced all that this world had to offer. Totally unfair.

So then the time came. I was staring at the clock. 11:55 pm, Dec. 31, 1999. There was a tense excitement in the room, or at least that's how I felt. Would all the TVs shut off at the stroke of midnight? Is the Rapture about to happen? Will I hear Gabrielle's horn over the sound of all these noisemakers? Is there still time for a hand job and should I just ask the first girl I see? I said a quick prayer that covered all the contingencies:

"Oh, Lord, you might be playing the biggest practical joke on mankind right now since the plagues, but if you're not, please don't come back for the rapture right now. I have so much more to do! I'm not even a real teenager yet! But if you do come, please take me. I'm not sure I could withstand seven years of the Anti-Christ. If Y2K happens, I'm not too worried. We have plenty of guns and canned foods and we already live back in the hills. Just give me the strength to fight to the death to save our family when the starving hordes attack. And one more thing, Lord, and I know this is a weird thing to ask, but I would really like to have sexual intercourse just once before I die."

So I guess God answered my prayers that night. Y2K and the Rapture didn't happen, and I am proud to report that I have, in fact, lost my virginity. Also lost since then: my religion!

This May 21st movement has given me the opportunity to reflect on my life and my current and past perceptions of the world. And looking back, I see all three of these events (the Rapture, losing my religion and virginity) have one thing in common: at the moment they passed, the Heavens did not open up, there were no Angelic choirs or lightning bolts, and I did not achieve a higher state of enlightenment (except when Barack Obama became president - Hillary Clinton predicted that one on the nose!) There will be no earth-shattering moments that aren't purposely or accidentally caused by humans. The May 21st-ers are going to wake up to a big surprise on May 22. But hey, mass hysteria is kind of fun and good for the gas generator manufacturers. I say, bring on 2012!

Taxman


By Clay and Bub 

*Ring ring....ring ring*

George Harrison: Hello? This is George.

Heath Wilson, CPA: Good afternoon, Mr. Harrison. Do you have a minute to discuss your taxes?

GH: I was about to have my wife stolen by Eric Clapton, but go ahead.

HW: Uh, well yes, ok. So, Mr. Harrison -

GH: Call me Mr. Winterbottom.

HW: Er, Mr. Winterbottom...

GH: It's George Winterbottom actually, call me George.

HW: George, have you reviewed your tax filings I sent you last week?

GH: George? That's Mr. Harrison to you, sir. I don't go around calling you out of your name like Mrs. Heith Wilson, MPA or Heith Winterbottom DD.S. Call me Mr. Harrison, please, Mrs. Winterbottom.

HW: Alright, are we through this yet?

GH: Yea mate, sorry Heith go ahead.

HW: George, have you reviewed your tax filings I sent you last week?

GH: No, man. Well, I've been listening to Ravi Shankar. Does that count?

HW: No, it doesn't. Let me tell you how it will be...

GH: Blue Jay.

HW: I'm sorry? I don't understand.

GH: As an adjective - will IT be Blue Jay?

HW: Blue Jays are birds George, not adjectives, and they are quite pleasant. I am referring to the percentage of your income that is owed to taxation and contrary to Blue Jays, it is not very pleasing indeed. This year, due to a decade of skipping out on taxes, you will owe 95 percent of your income!

GH: What is that? 19 for you and one for me?

HW: Precisely, well 19 for state and federal governments, one for you, and a nominal fee for me. Honestly George, you are in such a precarious position I have cut my rates on this job lower than I can stand to tell my wife, just because I don't want to see you in such fiscal disrepair.

GH: Yeah, alright then taxman.

HW: We've been over this already, I am your accountant. I do your taxes for you. It is a service I provide: it is my job. When you call me 'taxman' it comes across as perjorative. I want you to understand that I am doing you a favor. And while I am sure you'd love to have the extra $38 million to start your own panda ranch, let me assure you you are lucky they aren't taking every penny you've got!

GH: I already pay taxes everytime I go out to eat - I leave extra money after I finish for the taxlady that brought me my meal.

HW: I am sorry sir, those were restaurant servers not tax agents. You were leaving what lucid people refer to as 'tips'. Anyway this is off point - you are being taxed for nearly everything. They tax your car to pay for the streets. They tax your coal to heat your house. Sir, they've taken to draconian measures and in certain areas they have enstated a 'foot tax' for walking on sidewalks.

GH: Aye, and the seat I sit in, they tax that too! Isn't that right, taxman?

HW: I suppose at the point of sale...

GH: Fucking hell they do. If I died they'd probably tax the pennies in me eyes.

HW: Why would you have pennies in your eyes?

GH: To cheat taxes.

HW: Christ... I see we have not made much progress today. Listen, I will write this all up and send it to your lawyers. I am legally obligated to explain this all to you otherwise I would not have wasted the hour it's taken to get across a few paragraphs worth of information to you doing so. I am sure you have some transcending to do anyhow. Listen, George, I care about you. I'm only looking out for your best interest, you understand that right?

GH: Fuck off, taxman! Taxman... hey, I've just had a great idea for a song!! (Picks up a guitar, strums it and begins to sing) "Here comes the sun, doo-n-doo doo, here comes the sun, and I said, 'it's alright'..." Yes, I'll call it 'Doo-n-doo doo'... no... how about,'Here Comes The Sun'? I got it; 'Fuck Off With Your Taxes'! What do you think? Heith?

HW: *Click*