Last night, on the drive home from karate class, I made the unfortunate mistake of turning off the ipod (full of show tunes, natch) and turning on Steve Deace
, a Catholic-oriented darling rising star of the right, whose tagline reads "Fear God. Tell the Truth. Make Money
Deace was dissing Michelle Obama-- you know, one half of the First Marriage since Teddy Roosevelt to be both on their first marriage and to have avoided even a whiff of infidelity-- about her praise for Michael Sam, the NFL draft pick
who decided to come out of the closet before he was chosen for a team. "This is a woman who says to her children, 'I admire a man who wants to have sex with a waste disposal.'"
That Deace's approach to Sam's sexual orientation comes down to the act of anal sodomy only emphasizes his use and abuse of The Ick Factor
. But when Deace writes that way, when he reduces the emotional and romantic universe of same-sex attraction to the mere act of using another human being for getting off, he reduces his own relationship to his wife to nothing more than access to a traditionally accepted hole. I can't help but wonder how she feels about that.
Tags: lunacy, shrill, sighting
Current Mood: shrill
Current Music: Pure Reason Revolution, Arrival