Just Another Day For The Gay Agenda

[Xero]

News stories on loony priests who fear the "homosexual agenda" are a dime a dozen, but this one stood out to me because this guy hates Gandalf.

Also, when am I getting my damn Homosexual Agenda Handbook? How do I keep missing these mailing lists?

ONE of Scotland's most senior Catholics [snip] claiming there is a "huge and well-orchestrated conspiracy" against Christian values.

isn't that what we call science?

[WangyJohn]

Moar liek GAYDALF.

But yeah...

[Warmachine]

Please don't call science some kind of conspiracy. Science only claims to describe the natural Universe, not moral philosophy, which is claimed by the religions. Particular religions attack the sciences as they cannot bear that even tangential statements might be incorrect. Religions could easily declare the sciences as 'interesting' but little bearing on how men should live. There is conflict only because certain religions choose to start a fight.

Just as creationists see the Theory of Evolution as some kind of attack on their religion, this Catholic bishop sees the gay rights movement as some kind of attack on his religion. A man who fears anything that might challenge his point of view. Just remember, religions are sources of enlightenment and spiritual growth and this bishop is an example.

[RavenxDrake]

Catholic bishop hits out at 'gay conspiracy' to destroy Christianity

Oh no...

ONE of Scotland's most senior Catholics...

Oh thank heavens... it's not an American.

Edit: Before someone thinks that was meant as "and thus, I don't have to care about it", I was simply happy that this latest moron vieing for airtime by spewing hate and idiocy isn't American, thus giving us a chance to maybe regain some dignity.

I can only hope.

[ManaUser]

How does Gandalf fit into this?

And what's with the goofy capitalization of unChristian?

[Seth Marati]

This is the first I've heard of it, but my guess is that not only is he a magic user, but he was portrayed by a gay actor.

And the weird capitalization is because Christian is usually capitalized, and a number of people don't want to "diminish" the term when it has a prefix, but capitalizing the u (Unchristian) is strange. Alternatively, you can hyphenate it (un-Christian), though that's also a bit awkward, or you could fuck tradition in the ear and leave out the capitals entirely (unchristian).

[ManaUser]

Ah, I didn't realize Sir Ian McKellen played Gandalf. (I hardly ever pay attention to actors names.)

As for the other one... why don't people write unAmerican then?

[Prettydragoon]

News stories on loony priests who fear the "homosexual agenda" are a dime a dozen, but this one stood out to me because this guy hates Gandalf.

But Sam will kill him if he tries anything!

[Primarch]

As for the other one... why don't people write unAmerican then?

Because no crazy jingoist has thought of it.

As a former catolic, I was getting kind of happy that they had a cardinal on Cspan avocating that Science does not contradic religion. He Agrues that the laws of nature CANT be opposed to the teachings of god because god created the laws of nature. He proposed not by looking for god in what we do know but what we dont know(ie god is the grand unified theory etc.)

Then this happens. Just go to show me that I am right that religion does not nessarally make moral and good people. They get out what they put into it. For example when the muslims took over spain they were nice to the jews because they are "people of the book". Compared to a littl later in history when a more purtainical regime came to power in muslim spain and all the jews fled to christian spain.

And no you cant compare that to recent history because its understandable that they might be a little pissed at the british handing their land to the jew because they felt bad for what the germans did.

this all goes to reinforce my belief that religion is an invention of man and is more a mirror that divine relvation.

Edit: here the link to the cspan vid http://www.booktv.org/program.aspx?Prog ... yMedia=Yes

[Ltc_insane]

Religion = a tool created by man to control others.

[Primarch]

Religion = a tool created by man to control others.

I think its is more a tool created to control mans fear of death, then used to control others. However except for a few exceptions(scienctolgy other cults) people cant really be controled by religion anymore. Their was a pew study a while back that that showed more than 1 in 4 americans changing faiths. Religion is becoming almost like its own capitalist marketplace. They are all competing with each other. Also in the study catolics suffered more defections than most. However catolitic are still growing because of imagrants. The very good news it the fastest growing group is unaffiated.

PS the study has really cool interactive feature

EDIT i suck at bbcode

[Leeloo]

ONE of Scotland's most senior Catholics

"Most senior"? That means "STFU and close the damn lid, so we can get the nails in", right? It's a well known fact that when people get older, they only remember the good things about the past, and thus it becomes "the good old days". Too bad this guy's "good old days" were the dark ages...

[Kittyboymuffin]

*rimshot*

Meanwhile, the past week in Dilbert, Scott Adams makes fun of Christianity. I like how this rendition of Jesus (pronounced Hay-soos) is "ridiculously generic male character."

[Honor]

We've been over this before, but why not weigh in again?

Spirituality - Gods, Mysteries, etc. - is tools created by man to combat fear of the unknown.

Religion is the rigid formalization of spirituality created by man to control others by capitalizing on those fears.

If you think about it, the first priest... The first human to say "God told me he wants you fuckers to do this..." had to either be the first atheist, or batshit crazy.

This had to be someone who actually believed what they were saying (in which case the most probable neuropathy is paranoid psychosis) or someone who had absolutely no fear of the invisible sky genie punishing them for mis-representing them.

[Kittyboymuffin]

Badass reasoning there, Honor, as usual.

[Ce6]

This seemed appropriate.

[Wipperwill]

We've been over this before, but why not weigh in again?

Spirituality - Gods, Mysteries, etc. - is tools created by man to combat fear of the unknown.

Religion is the rigid formalization of spirituality created by man to control others by capitalizing on those fears.

If you think about it, the first priest... The first human to say "God told me he wants you fuckers to do this..." had to either be the first atheist, or batshit crazy.

This had to be someone who actually believed what they were saying (in which case the most probable neuropathy is paranoid psychosis) or someone who had absolutely no fear of the invisible sky genie punishing them for mis-representing them.

Highlighted part - thats a pretty broad stroke there. Might want to limit it to "most highly organized/centralized religions" - i.e. Catholic church, Scientology and thier ilk. I'm quite sure that Buddism and Taoism aren't as rigid as those. Even a lot of christian offshoots are'nt so bad.

[Fnyunj]

Heh, I've got yer gay agenda right here:

The Platonic Blow
W. H. Auden

It was a spring day, a day for a lay, when the air
Smelled like a locker-room, a day to blow or get blown;
Returning from lunch I turned my corner and there
On a near-by stoop I saw him standing alone.

I glanced as I advanced. The clean white T-shirt outlined
A forceful torso, the light-blue denims divulged
Much. I observed the snug curves where they hugged the behind,
I watched the crotch where the cloth intriguingly bulged.

Our eyes met. I felt sick. My knees turned weak.
I couldn't move. I didn't know what to say.
In a blur I heard words, myself like a stranger speak
"Will you come to my room?" Then a husky voice, "O.K."

I produced some beer and we talked. Like a little boy
He told me his story. Present address: next door.
Half Polish, half Irish. The youngest. From Illinois.
Profession: mechanic. Name: Bud. Age: twenty-four.

He put down his glass and stretched his bare arms along
The back of my sofa. The afternoon sunlight struck
The blond hairs on the wrist near my head. His chin was strong.
His mouth sucky. I could hardly believe my luck.

And here he was sitting beside me, legs apart.
I could bear it no longer. I touched the inside of his thigh.
His reply was to move closer. I trembled, my heart
Thumped and jumped as my fingers went to his fly.

I opened a gap in the flap. I went in there.
I sought for a slit in the gripper shorts that had charge
Of the basket I asked for. I came to warm flesh then to hair.
I went on. I found what I hoped. I groped. It was large.

He responded to my fondling in a charming, disarming way:
Without a word he unbuckled his belt while I felt.
And lolled back, stretching his legs. His pants fell away.
Carefully drawing it out, I beheld what I held.

The circumcised head was a work of mastercraft
With perfectly beveled rim of unusual weight
And the friendliest red. Even relaxed, the shaft
Was of noble dimensions with the wrinkles that indicate

Singular powers of extension. For a second or two,
It lay there inert, then suddenly stirred in my hand,
Then paused as if frightened or doubtful of what to do.
And then with a violent jerk began to expand.

By soundless bounds it extended and distended, by quick
Great leaps it rose, it flushed, it rushed to its full size.
Nearly nine inches long and three inches thick,
A royal column, ineffably solemn and wise.

I tested its length and strength with a manual squeeze.
I bunched my fingers and twirled them about the knob.
I stroked it from top to bottom. I got on my knees.
I lowered my head. I opened my mouth for the job.

But he pushed me gently away. He bent down. He unlaced
His shoes. He removed his socks. Stood up. Shed
His pants altogether. Muscles in arms and waist
Rippled as he whipped his T-shirt over his head.

I scanned his tan, enjoyed the contrast of brown
Trunk against white shorts taut around small
Hips. With a dig and a wriggle he peeled them down.
I tore off my clothes. He faced me, smiling. I saw all.

The gorgeous organ stood stiffly and straightly out
With a slight flare upwards. At each beat of his heart it threw
An odd little nod my way. From the slot of the spout
Exuded a drop of transparent viscous goo.

The lair of hair was fair, the grove of a young man,
A tangle of curls and whorls, luxuriant but couth.
Except for a spur of golden hairs that fan
To the neat navel, the rest of the belly was smooth.

Well hung, slung from the fork of the muscular legs,
The firm vase of his sperm, like a bulging pear,
Cradling its handsome glands, two herculean eggs,
Swung as he came towards me, shameless, bare.

We aligned mouths. We entwined. All act was clutch,
All fact contact, the attack and the interlock
Of tongues, the charms of arms. I shook at the touch
Of his fresh flesh, I rocked at the shock of his cock.

Straddling my legs a little I inserted his divine
Person between and closed on it tight as I could.
The upright warmth of his belly lay all along mine.
Nude, glued together for a minute, we stood.

I stroked the lobes of his ears, the back of his head
And the broad shoulders. I took bold hold of the compact
Globes of his bottom. We tottered. He fell on the bed.
Lips parted, eyes closed, he lay there, ripe for the act.

Mad to be had, to be felt and smelled. My lips
Explored the adorable masculine tits. My eyes
Assessed the chest. I caressed the athletic hips
And the slim limbs. I approved the grooves of the thighs.

I hugged, I snuggled into an armpit. I sniffed
The subtle whiff of its tuft. I lapped up the taste
Of its hot hollow. My fingers began to drift
On a trek of inspection, a leisurely tour of the waist.

Downward in narrowing circles they playfully strayed.
Encroached on his privates like poachers, approached the prick,
But teasingly swerved, retreated from meeting. It betrayed
Its pleading need by a pretty imploring kick.

"Shall I rim you?" I whispered. He shifted his limbs in assent.
Turned on his side and opened his legs, let me pass
To the dark parts behind. I kissed as I went
The great thick cord that ran back from his balls to his arse.

Prying the buttocks aside, I nosed my way in
Down the shaggy slopes. I came to the puckered goal.
It was quick to my licking. He pressed his crotch to my chin.
His thighs squirmed as my tongue wormed in his hole.

His sensations yearned for consummation. He untucked
His legs and lay panting, hot as a teen-age boy.
Naked, enlarged, charged, aching to get sucked,
Clawing the sheet, all his pores open to joy.

I inspected his erection. I surveyed his parts with a stare
From scrotum level. Sighting along the underside
Of his cock, I looked through the forest of pubic hair
To the range of the chest beyond rising lofty and wide.

I admired the texture, the delicate wrinkles and the neat
Sutures of the capacious bag. I adored the grace
Of the male genitalia. I raised the delicious meat
Up to my mouth, brought the face of its hard-on to my face.

Slipping my lips round the Byzantine dome of the head,
With the tip of my tongue I caressed the sensitive groove.
He thrilled to the trill. "That's lovely!" he hoarsely said.
"Go on! Go on!" Very slowly I started to move.

Gently, intently, I slid to the massive base
Of his tower of power, paused there a moment down
In the warm moist thicket, then began to retrace
Inch by inch the smooth way to the throbbing crown.

Indwelling excitements swelled at delights to come
As I descended and ascended those thick distended walls.
I grasped his root between left forefinger and thumb
And with my right hand tickled his heavy voluminous balls.

I plunged with a rhythmical lunge steady and slow,
And at every stroke made a corkscrew roll with my tongue.
His soul reeled in the feeling. He whimpered "Oh!"
As I tongued and squeezed and rolled and tickled and swung.

Then I pressed on the spot where the groin is joined to the cock,
Slipped a finger into his arse and massaged him from inside.
The secret sluices of his juices began to unlock.
He melted into what he felt. "O Jesus!" he cried.

Waves of immeasurable pleasures mounted his member in quick
Spasms. I lay still in the notch of his crotch inhaling his sweat.
His ring convulsed round my finger. Into me, rich and thick,
His hot spunk spouted in gouts, spurted in jet after jet.

[MistressMaggie]

*pants*

[WangyJohn]

*shirt*