Musings from a stay-at-home wife and mother who models to make ends meet.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
I guess I asked for it...
I suppose I asked for it. I engaged in dialog with the minister from Sunday's cluster fuck. Among other things, the reverend referred me to Exodus International.
The gall.
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I think we all need to flood his inbox and tell him how much of an ass he made of himself all over the Internet.
Trop- You did everything you could to start a dialog with this man. I'm sorry he's too far gone to be able to listen. It's just another example to me of how courageous you are and how you do so much every day to make things better for the next family to find themselves in the same situation. You have an awesome family and I know they are proud of you.
12 comments:
I think we all need to flood his inbox and tell him how much of an ass he made of himself all over the Internet.
I've already wasted too much bandwidth on this man. It's best not to waste any more.
As my grandmother would say, holy fucking shit. What a dicksmack.
Trop- You did everything you could to start a dialog with this man. I'm sorry he's too far gone to be able to listen. It's just another example to me of how courageous you are and how you do so much every day to make things better for the next family to find themselves in the same situation. You have an awesome family and I know they are proud of you.
Pompous, misguided PRICK.
Wow, roro, that's one profane grandma you got there!
Trop, I know. I don't blame you for not wasting anymore breath on someone who so clearly does. Not. Deserve. It.
(((hugs)))
He's a friday turd at a saturday market. The unmitigated gall...
I'm going to make a note of that one LD. Well done.
You've GOT to be kidding me! I hope you told him that, in no way are you "struggling with unwanted same-sex attractions".
His hole is getting pretty damn deep.
Absolutely, Karen.
*SNORT*
Recommending the Used Gay Movement sure betrays the fact the sanctimonious god-bag has two brain cells working in concert with a pickled heart.
The only words that come to mind are a bunch of cuss words. Shaking head...
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