Like all demonic foot-in-the-door projects, the organized Faggotry movement of 30+ years ago started out not with a radical demand, but rather, a honey-coated plea for a wee bit of "tolerance" ™ which went something like this: "You don't have to accept our private lifestyle choice. All we ask of society is to be left alone in our bedrooms and not subjected to abuse or intimidation." Most normies at the time -- although repulsed by "the sin that dare not speak its name" -- thought that to be a reasonable position, as long as the butt-buggery and gerbil-stuffing (don't ask) was discreet and hidden from children especially.

Indeed, back in the day when these characters respectfully kept their anal acts "in the closet," or at least on "the down low," your anti-sodomite reporter here never had any problem with frequenting the quaint (yet a bit queer) old river town of New Hope, PA with the wife and two young small sons in tow. Although my New York-trained, state-of-the-art "gaydar" could sniff out a pair of em' with 99% accuracy, it wasn't a big problem as far as I was concerned because, in the eyes of a child, a pair of these fruits just looked like two otherwise normal buddies or brothers going out for lunch, or enjoying a beer and some fishing from the banks of the Delaware River dividing Pennsylvania and New Jersey. There was no smooching, no hand-holding, no cross-dressing, no toned bodies prancing about in bulging pink "speedos," and none of this ubiquitous rainbow flag bullshit either. My little ones were none the wiser -- though we kept an extra close eye on them nonetheless!

Today, however, the perverted "pride" in New Hope, and so many other places, is "in your face" 24/7 --- which was the true destination of the "tolerance" ™ movement all along!