So, God may have got one Fag Enabler (Princess Diana). We’ll give him that. But the rest of us fags and enablers are just fine and dandy, thank you for asking. Walking on air, wearing all the right clothes, a wiggle in our walk, a giggle in our talk… We’ve frankly never felt better.
It’s not how those nice grizzle-haired freaks over at the Westboro’ Baptist Church – you know the God Hates Fags ones who picket dead servicemen’s funerals – see things.
They’ve been waving their amateurish signs over at Fag Enabler GaGa’s latest Monsterball concerts, telling everyone she’s going straight to hell. OK, not tonight maybe. Not before she’s done a rousing chorus of ‘Ale ale ale ale Alejandro’. But one day. Yeah, one day like in forty-five years she’s going to be sorry…
And GaGa, with the dignity of someone who can carry off a shoe with no heel, begged her fans not even to waste their precious saliva on the wrong’uns: ‘Don’t waste your words, or feelings, no matter what you hear or see,’ she said on that clever Twitter thing all the kids are just crazy as bedbugs for. ‘You are more fortunate and blessed than they are, and in your heart just pray for them.’
That’s what we’re doing right now: praying. While simultaneously looking at pictures of men in pants with VPLs. We’re clever like that.