The latest plank on the political correctness agenda of cultural annihilation is the family farm. How dare one family raise their kids to be responsible?
Can you imagine? Children doing chores for 3 or 4 hours every day? They should be in front of the TV being indoctrinated by Pee Wee Herman and Emo Sesame. They should learn texting and email bullying not animal husbandry and gardening.
I watched a gay comedian on cable TV the other night, Anthony Clark. He had grown up in a small town in Virginia and was full of nothing but seething hatred for his family, his home town, and especially farm animals.
“Cows don’t do nothing but just sit there and stare at you. “
I worked on a dairy farm up in Vermont for almost a year. Cows are slow and clumsy, but there sure aren’t stupid. We had names for all the cows. Each had their own personality, their own quirks and style.
Them cows always knew when milking time was and were waiting patiently at zero dark thirty to be let into the milking barn. Each one always went to the same stall.
They would be quite upset if somebody took their stall, acting up. Their milk goes sour if the barn isn’t kept clean or if they are mistreated out in the field or any of a hundred other reasons. They’re very sensitive!
Cows know damn well if you’re nice to them. They rub you like cats will brush against your leg to show their affection. The only problem is if they push you hard against a wall. They can break your rib!
Personally, I think gays don’t do nothing but just sit there and stare at you. They have this wide, penetrating gaze that riddles you with arrogance. I am ego. Worship me.
Give me them friendly old cows any old day. Give me the hard dawn-to-dusk farm schedule over all the frivolous dalliances of city life – gay comedians, gay parades, and gay ministers in gay churches.
Country towns still practice an Old Testament kind of Christianity.
That’s why people hate them so much, especially homosexuals.
Real people. Real values.
Friendly cows.
