I can't say anying about Paula Deen that hasn't been said already, and she's kind of a dead horse with more recent events (Zimmerman's aquittal) but she's just here to make a comparison. Mrs. Deen talks like she's been perserved in Tupperware since the 1950's. No sense of self-awareness or self-preservation for her image. Oh, and there's the racism:
When asked if it's possible that Deen used the N-word when describing this wedding plan to someone, she said:
No, because that's not what these men were. They were professional black men doing a fabulous job.
Right. It wouldn't be right because they were "hard working". But at least Deen's words haven't gotten anyone killed.
One Linda Robertson made the rounds recently with a mea-culpa about her son, who came out to his family at age 12 by messaging his mother at work:
Ryan says: well i don't know how to say this really but, well......, i can't keep lying to you about myself. I have been hiding this for too long and i sorta have to tell u now. By now u probably have an idea of what i am about to say.
Ryan says: I am gay
Ryan says: i can't believe i just told you
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Mom says: Are you joking?
Mom says: what about what God thinks about acting on these desires?
You can guess what happens next. Though they did say 'we love you no matter what', the fundie parents decided to "pray the gay away", with predictable results as Ryan grew older:
He decided to throw out his Bible and his faith at the same time and try searching for what he desperately wanted -- peace -- another way. And the way he chose to try first was drugs.
While his parents eventually came around to the notion that having a gay son was better than losing him - were they not merciful - the wheel they set in motion was still spinning.
And then Ryan made the classic mistake of a recovering addict: He got back together with his old friends, his using friends. And one evening that was supposed to simply be a night at the movies turned out to be the first time he had shot up in 10 months -- and the last time.
But we wont be having a sequel for Prayers for Bobby, because Mrs. Robinson hasn't taken any real responsibility for what she did to her son, or the fact that her getting her Jebus Freak on is what lead to his death:
Basically, we told our son that he had to choose between Jesus and his sexuality.
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We had unintentionally taught Ryan to hate his sexuality.
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We were all healing, and most importantly, Ryan began to think that if we could forgive him and love him, then maybe God could, too.
Unintentionally my
shiny metal ass. What Mrs. Robinson left out is that according to Jebus Freaks like herself, you must form a personal relationship with Jesus Christ to get into heaven. And if you don't get into heaven, you're going straight to hell.
Linda, you were telling your son to stop being gay or burn in hell for all enternity. What were you doing if not training him to hate his sexuality. And that's why Linda Robertson is the Paula Deen of homophobia. May they both enjoy their crispy cotten-poly blends in the afterlife....