Savage on Iowa Supreme Court gay marriage ruling: A "victory for perversion"

This is actually hilarious.  When is he forced into watching "two puffy white males kissing" which then makes him "wanna puke!" I was wondering where he is.  You are not still going to those afternoon showings at musky smelling 'movie houses' to see if Crack Addict 12 can top 10 and 11? I've been an out homosexual since 1978 and I can't recall any images of two puffy white males kissing.  If I catch a glimpse of folks kissing that doesn't please  me, I just look away and think of Tom Brady. But Mr. Savages watches long enough to bring up his lunch!  In the gay world we'd call Michael a 'drama queen!' 

But he only gets this reaction when he catches puffy white guys playing tongue hockey.  Let's say he gets a glimpse of Tyson Beckford making out with George Clooney.  Then what? Indigestion, some twitchin down below or he knocks on Clooney's window and begs for an invite inside?   Of course, his response will be that I took his statement out of context. Typical liberal!

He's also got a wacky life story.  Many people were raised hating gays, but after meeting some at work, socializing in the gym, even developing real solid friendships they become supportive and denounce their homophobia.  Young Mr. Weiner (pronounced weener or whiner?) not yet a Savage, chums around with this way gay beat poet Alan Ginsberg, a man I guess most gays might have difficulty accepting.  Now he dismisses his acceptance of gays as a folly of youth.  This is funny stuff and GLAAD and the others get all riled up. C'mon it's a big freakin joke or is it? 

Perhaps there is a master plan at work.  I mean, nobody embraces Alan Ginsberg for several years and then begins calling gays perverts.  He's an environmentalist and a practitioner of natural medicine and yet he has gotten the lunatic fringe of the right to propose marriage.  Can't you see what is happening here?  One day all his followers start marching to some compound in Montana (much like the Penguins in that movie) where they are welcomed by Savage dressed in pelts, holding an assault weapon.  They begin to cheer . . .  suddenly hoardes of bearded lesbians and teed off gay poets emerge with assault rifles and open fire.  After 44 minutes mowing down helpless unarmed right wingers Michael stands upon Bill O'Reilly's bullet ridden corpse and raises his rifle.  A naked Alan Ginsberg (they faked his death) rushes toward him.  Two puffy Jewish men kiss.  The lesbians puke.