Among the politically dialed-in, most know about prospective presidential candidate Ben Carson’s recent kerfuffle. The media, after all, breathlessly scandalized, fixated on it for several days. The retired, world-class neurosurgeon volunteered to CNN‘s Chris Cuomo what, today, is popularly deemed the unthinkable: he believes homosexuality is a choice, citing as evidence the behavior of loads of heterosexual inmates who swing the other way while incarcerated.
Widespread, hand-over-the-mouth gasping promptly ensued. Did you hear what Ben Carson said?!?!
Even Glenn Beck — plainly as jittery about being tagged a “homophobe” as is Bill O’Reilly about the “conservative” label — pronounced curtains down on Dr. Carson’s White House aspirations. Seemed everyone was talking — most of them aghast — about the sixty-three year old’s not altogether unreasonable observation.
What didn’t command nearly as much ink or commentary was “gay” activist and sex columnist Dan Savage’s grotesque — and, trust me, “grotesque” doesn’t come close to sufficiently describing it — response to Carson.
Using what TruthRevolt‘s Ben Shapiro properly identifies as Savage’s “trademark vulgarity”, the homosexual loudmouth challenged Carson: “[S]how us how a man can choose to be gay. Suck my d**k…I’ll bring my d**k and a camera crew and you can s**k me off and win the argument.”
Mindlessly raging, puerile, hideous — and this assault, mind you, erupts from a man who, ironically, is advertised as an “anti-bullying” crusader, the founder of the “It Gets Better Project” to help prevent suicide among LGBT youth. Point of fact, Savage is no stranger to a public vileness of dizzying proportions. In between White House visits — he’s been invited there on at least two occasions — he’s built a cottage industry around being an all-purpose, foul-mouthed jerk.
Tad Cronin calls him an “anti-bullying terrorist”. Gary Demar follows suit: Savage is an “anti-bully bully”, “the homosexual community’s version of ISIS … sent out to flay anybody who dares to question the moral appropriateness of same-sex sexuality.”
Yes, this fifty-year-old, pro-pornography organizer of “Hump Fest” — an annual dirty movie tour billed by The Stranger as the “Northwest’s biggest and best amateur-produced porn festival” — is simply an awful person.
In many ways, Savage is a walking-around caricature of the hissy, sex-obsessed, emotionally-damaged pervert, howling at a world that can’t help but look askance at him:
— More than once, Savage has pined, on-the-record, for the physical demise of politicians of whom he disapproves. (To his credit, he’s apologized for these death-wishes).
— He seems to favor booming “f-bombs” for targets which dare cross him, including Green Party Candidate Carl Romanelli, Utah (the state!), GOP members and insensitive school administrators.
— When professional counselor Marcus Bachmann, Congresswomen Michelle Bachmann’s husband, was accused of endorsing “gay-reparative” therapy, Savage openly suspected Bachmann himself might be a secret homosexual; a “tormented closet case.”
— At 2012’s National High School Journalism conference, Savage, seemingly never missing the chance to begrime the atmosphere, jested lewdly about his “husband” in a speedo, slurred the Bible as “bullsh*t” and profanely harangued scores of students who walked out in protest. Got that? A middle-aged, sewage-tongued speaker berating a bunch of red-faced teenagers. Classy, Dan. (He apologized, once more, for his haranguing of the offended students — but not for the content of his address).
— In 2000 Savage wrote that, suffering the flu and livid at conservative presidential contender Gary Bauer’s outspoken opposition to same-sex marriage, he’d covertly posed as a Bauer campaign worker, licking doorknobs and other office paraphrenalia, even passing on to Bauer a saliva-contaminated pen, hoping to infect the candidate and his supporters. (Reportedly, no apology for this outrage; but eventually he did insist much of his story had been fictitious.)
— Savage poached the names “Santorum” and “Saddleback”, distorting their definitions into something deviantly obscene, in order to vilify, respectively, traditionalist Republican Senator Rick Santorum and Pastor Rick Warren’s pro-family Saddleback Church.
Savage puts paid to the glowing pop-culture fable that homosexuals are automatically “fabulous!” — uniformly kinder, wiser, more solicitous, more tolerant than their boring hetero counterparts. Watch any contemporary sit-com featuring a wittily virtuous “gay” character or check out the reverential treatment accorded any out-and-proud celebrity showing up on The View, the Ellen Degeneres Show or any of the late night TV gab fests — then contemplate the acidulously awful Dan Savage. Quite the contrast, wouldn’t you say?
And speaking of contrasts: last summer, in support of LGBT causes within Major League Baseball , MLB officials appointed former pro-outfielder and homosexual Billy Bean as the League’s first “Ambassador of Inclusion”. Daniel Murphy, New York Mets’ All-Star second basemen, and a devout Christian, took exception, admitting to CBS Sports David Brown, “I do disagree with [Bean’s] lifestyle … [Christians] love the people. We disagree about the lifestyle.”
Refreshingly, Bean’s reaction indicates he hasn’t hired Dan Savage as his speech-writer: “Expecting everyone to be supportive right away is simply not realistic.” He conceded “tremendous admiration and respect” for Murphy. “[H]e’s not afraid to stand up for what he believes in …I respect him and I want everyone to know that he was respectful of me.”
Notice: two adults, ventilating frank and fundamental disagreements about a most visceral issue — without endlessly cursing and sulfurously deriding one another in the process. It happens that, if we must wrangle over this matter — and regrettably, in 2015’s all-sodomy-all-the-time environment, we must — it can be done energetically, but with some dollop of civility.
The very quality, in other words, repeatedly, glaringly absent when Dan Savage encounters those unwilling to bend their knee to homosexual supremacy.
Bottom line: the Savage Love columnist needs to be drummed out of polite company, informed in no uncertain terms his abusive hectoring is as unacceptable as if it were coming from an obnoxious “straight” guy. Nursing a penchant for Bubba rather than Betty doesn’t exempt a dude from basic rules of decorum; doesn’t provide cover, that is, for pervasive thuggishness. His oafish antics? No longer indulged by the grown-ups. His excremental opinions? No longer entertained. Savages feculent personal behavior heretofore disqualifies him from serious consideration.
We should pray for him — sincerely. No one is beyond God’s healing reach; Savage palpably needs it. That said, we must additionally inform the man that, like other willfully scurrilous inhabitants of the Left — Al Sharpton and Lena Dunham come to mind — his politically-correct, “victimhood” credentials don’t supply a pass for his spectacular boorishness.
So, regarding Mr. Savage’s invitation that Ben Carson perform a degenerate sexual act on his person? The good doctor could, in fact, choose to accommodate the “anti-bullying bully’s” offer — though, doubtless, he’ll take a pass. Normal people, you see, are repulsed by such a proposal.
As they are by the crassness of the goon proposing it.