I was in downtown Minneapolis yesterday afternoon for the Twins game. Notwithstanding 36,000 mainly straight baseball fans, the alternatives may have been in the majority, what with Pride weekend in full swing and the Lynx, of the WNBA, playing at home before their fans, who could not be mistaken for a regiment of Republican women looking for that place known for its excellent Gin Fizzes.
The Gay Pride Festival has always been an eye full. The entertainment was formerly provided by the celebrants, whose spoof on heterosexual wholesomeness was deliberate and funny. They've gone mainstream, however: all they want now is to join the military and get married. Fortunately, their crazed opponents flock to the scene to supply some unintentional comedy. I do not know why it's true, but still it is true, that people who are trying to be mean, but failing due to a lack of wit, succeed at being funny. I took some mental notes so that I could research their placards when I got home. For example, "Jesus Hates Sinners, Hebrews 1:8" seems like an invitation to look up Hebrews 1:8 and be knocked out by the devastating right cross that is therein delivered to the glass jaw of homosexuality. Here it is:
But of the Son He says, "Your throne, oh God, is forever and ever, and the righteous scepter is the scepter of his kingdom."
So, take that, funny boys! The Twins won, 6 to 2.
