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My brother is getting married next month in Lexington, Kentucky, which is just over the riverbed from Cincinnati, Ohio, where he lives with his future wife.  My boyfriend and I visited them for Christmas this year, and their lawn looks a lot like these guys’ lawn:

When you watched that video, what did you think?  Did you think if that guy didn’t have such a crazy gay voice, he wouldn’t have gotten hit?  Did you think that the story was suspicious because gays are natural troublemaking liars, and maybe that guy did more than just push that “peace officer”?  It’s okay if you did.  That thought drifted through my head once or twice.  It’s okay.  The closet makes us great storytellers.  What then, do you make of the evidence that charges were not pressed upfront, the beatings they received at the hands of SWAT(?) officers in a surefire case of police ultra-violence brutality, the underwear they remained in while in custody, and the Not Guilty they quickly received afterward?

No, right about now, I’m thinking about another statistic: a business in Ohio can legally fire you for being gay.

Now, I’m having another thought, that most cops really liked high school.  Here’s another ad for Ohio tourism:

Bullying is a right of passage, I often hear people say if they have anything to say in favor of bullying.  Well, not really in favor of bullying, but rather in favor of the bullied shutting his mouth.  All kids are bullied, it toughens them up.  That kid looked pretty toughened up to me when he took twenty meaty swings to the face.

Maybe instead of filing suit or trying in vain to press charges, you might suggest the kid hit back at his tormentors.  I suppose we could just wait and see if cracks and hangs himself or shoots up the school.  Zach’s Mom would have the toughest, hollowest kid on the block then, by gum.

Food for thought everyone!  Until then, remember, kids!  Faggots don’t get pants in jail.  I’m off to get my boyfriend and I fitted for suits that we’ll dance in when in Ohio.