Dear Michael, where to begin? It’s been a whirlwind week…. Heck, make that YEAR—drafted into the National Football League, letting the world know that being gay is your “private business” in a press event seen by millions, praise from the leader… cough…. of the Free World, who compassionately called between $30,000-a-plate fundraisers to affirm your “bravery.”
Heady times. Your private business is now as private as baggage-claim at La Guardia. Personally, if I wanted to keep something private – like with whom I have SEX – I might not announce it in the presence of reporters, cameras, and representatives from People so excited that they piddle the floor. But that’s me.
You did what you did and were rewarded. Indeed, flabbergastingly, you’ve been given the Arthur Ashe Award for Courage. Hold on….
Sorry, had to step out, remember the Alamo, and scream “You’ve GOT to be kidding?!!!!” so loud I broke wind. Where was I?
Oh, I was saying that you announced your gayness to the world and now the world, being worldly, is bending over… ahem…. to put you on a pedestal. Here’s you partying in Vegas (a “V.I.P.”) with celebs. Here’s you in a VISA spot, which the other boys drafted in the 7th (and last) round doubtless think comes from the back of a bull.
Not bad for #249 out of 255. You state that you want to be “judged on your play,” but let’s not pretend you’re a victim or a “hero” or that you’ll be JUDGED – i.e., persecuted – for being gay. Hollywood will protect you. The culture – “gayed” to distraction – will make sure that whether you’re cut in camp or you become Dick Butkus (Yeah, GROAN—I deserve it!), you’ll never lack for opportunities you wouldn’t have had had you not publicized your private life.
I know, I’m a “bigot.” A “hater.” Where do I get off coming to reasonable conclusions that buck perversity, as if sodomy (naturally) were the best thing since Mocha Java?!
In ’45, a hero was someone who ran into sniper fire, who charged cliffs while shooting Nazis. Today, a “hero” is a lineman who holds a coming-out party.
I know, it’s hard. But it could be worse—claiming that you should have gone in the first three rounds sounds like whining. But realize, Mike, you could’ve gone to Green Bay!
Imagine: endless tweets and punch-lines, endless comments…. The Green Gay (synonym for derriere)-PACKERS…. You’d never hear the end of it—WE’D never hear the end of it. The single greatest outcome – or in this case, non-outcome – of the 2014 draft is that you, Mike, are not a Green Bay Packer!!
That said, how do you feel about established players being suspended and forced into “sensitivity” training for being disgusted by ESPN airing your Man Kiss more times than there are stars in the Milky Way? It made CNN’s plane coverage look scarce.
And double-standards? The Baltimore Ravens’ Ray Rice knocked his girlfriend OUT and was filmed dragging her from an elevator…. For this crime, Rice bore no rebuke, reprimand, or suspension from the league.
But JONES – the loathsome, hateful bigot, Don JONES! – he tweeted – GASP! – “horrible” in response to the Kiss, and was not only suspended but is being forced into re-education, without whose completion he’ll end his career.
Is that “fair”? Sensitive? The Kiss was part of a conspiracy designed to annoy people who came for analysis and instead got “Gay Wedding.” When the Rams called, you broke down in a way that made me so uncomfortable that I re-upped my subscription to Soldier of Fortune, watched the opening of Apocalypse Now thirty times, and ate spaghetti with my hands. I felt like robbing a bank. Like flying to Russia, finding Putin, and tearing out his eyeballs. When you and your amore started weeping like Pajama Boy denied an A on his Gender Studies mid-term, I went on-line and bought a TANK.
If a hetero-kiss had aired, I would have smiled. If it aired twice, I would have winced. But if it aired 1,500,227 times, I may have wondered: Does ESPN HATE GAYS?
They DO NOT…. The entire thing was an orchestrated attempt to desensitize a “bigoted, homophobic world” toward men making-out gratuitously on camera. Perhaps thinking that if every straight male saw it, unicorns would shoot from their asses, the progressives aired it 1,500,227 times.
And whether I’ll live, I’m not sure. I keep hearing John Wayne in his casket…. He wants OUT. He wants PUTIN!
My point being that he, along with millions of Americans – alive, dead, and transitioning – aren’t delighted. We find it odd that homosexuals are obsessed with sexuality, which to us IS a private matter. That no historical intellect has, as part of the Zeitgeist, canonized sodomy affirms that pretending that there’s “moral equivalency” between Adam & Eve and Adam & Steve isn’t hale. “Darkness for light, light for darkness”—NO. We decry. We dissent.
Which leads me to the Bible, specifically Thessalonians 4:7: For God did not call us to uncleanness, but in holiness…. And 4:8: Therefore, he who rejects this does not reject man, but God.
That’s not hateful. People who tell you how great you are, and who award you for “coming out,” and who put you in the V.I.P. lounge because you’re gay aren’t your pals. The difference between a worldview steeped in moral equivalency and one steeped in truth is the difference between drowning and making the other side.
1 Corinthians 6:9-11: Do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived. Neither fornicators, nor idolators, nor adulterers, nor homosexuals, nor sodomites…. Nor thieves, nor coveters, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners will inherit the kingdom of God.
That’s Paul “hating” every deviant in Judea. Offending EVERYONE!
But why? Was he angry? Was his goal to make Corinthians stomp up and down like Dems denied “free” contraception? Or was Paul’s ministry designed to SAVE SOULS?
Answer: Souls, for eternity, Michael! Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever—and He doesn’t “roll with the times,” cater to populists, or accommodate sin. Christ was hated. So was Paul. And the willingness to be hated in exchange for turning people from sin demands love.… The politically correct Thought Cops who demand that homosexuality be lionized and put on a pedestal and celebrated as the greatest thing since Vanilla Vodka don’t bother me—I reject them. They reject me…. I’ll probably receive death threats.
But I don’t care. Sin is sin.
Oh, by the way, the Rams play in St. Louis—a city named for a disciple of Jesus Christ!
Better send me to “Bigot Camp,” set me STRAIGHT, because Christ, as you know, never made waves. There was that episode flipping tables, and the time He said there’d be “gnashing of teeth”…. And the time he yelled, “Brood of VIPERS!” But there was no Front Office, no discipline, and today – thank God! – He’d be forced to chill out.
As for Paul—if he tweeted 1 Corinthians to you would you hear him? What goes through your mind when you see people who don’t celebrate you silenced? The Detroit Lions, you might play Detroit, but did you know that back in the day, Christians faced cats FOR REAL…. Yeah, for loving Jesus and telling the truth and adhering to the Gospel, they were fed to wild animals. BIG crowds. HUGE cheers…. And expected!
No kidding—from the book of Matthew: “And you will be hated by all for My name’s sake.” From John: “If the world hates you, know that it hated Me first.”
That’s Jesus being “sensitive,” telling the apostles – and all future Christians – that their lives would be hard. They would be killed. They would be martyred.
Comes with His love. With His truth.
Good luck in training camp, Mike. Do your best…. Work hard. People who reject homosexuality don’t hate you—they simply want you to know that Christ lives, that He loves you, and that Freedom awaits those who choose to follow Him long after this world and its “promises” fade away.
UPDATE: We now learn that the Kiss, the whole cake-mashing, tongue-dabbling, over-the-top smack-a-thon was filmed, not by Sam’s friends but by Oprah…. Yes, Sam wants to be “judged on the field,” but apparently this includes a Reality Television Contract, a camera crew running around distracting his teammates, and a paycheck for NOT playing football…. It’s now a charade—officially. A circus. We’re being mocked.
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