The Gays. The Irish.

I love that every year in NYCity (home to the world's largest St. Patricks parade) there's a big stink because the Irish catholics in charge of the parade don't want Irish homosexuals marching in the parade -- ya, wouldn't want something to hurt the high moral standing of a St Pats celebration-

"Excuse me, officer, I was minding my own business - puking on a cat and trying to date rape a passed out college chick -when these two guys walked by holding hands! I was so offended I dropped my beer - fortunately I had another one in the other hand. And another one built into my hat."

One of the organziers, definding the exclusion of homosexuals, explained it this way: "If an Israeli group wants to march in New York, do you allow neo-Nazis into their parade? If African-Americans are marching in Harlem, do they have to let the Ku Klux Klan into their parade?"

Which makes sense - the Nazis killed 6 million Jews, the KKK lynched thousands of African-Americans, and the gay men compete with Irish priests for the intimate affection of young boys. Damn you, gays!!!! (the preceding was an inexcusable stereotype. Gay men do not go after children. And Irish priests do not... um... nevermind)

Now, that said, the idea of a gay leprachaun really sorta freaks me out a little. I realize i do have a certain amount of prejudice - gay men who are extraordinarily small creep my shit out. Which really makes no sense, because if I had to have sex with a gay man (like, to save the life of a hostage or something) I would want him to be as small as possible.

And by the way- Boondocks Saints is the gayest movie EVER. Oh, quit your whining, you know it's true.