I figured you were a sort of street preacher who would read some Bible verses. When you started your stream-of-consciousness rambling, I had no idea what to expect. They are firm believers that love is love, that two mommies are great and two daddies are great. My 11-year-old daughter, 8-year-old son, and 5-year-old son were wearing their matching “Love Wins” shirts (thank you, Old Navy, for making it easy!).
Is that why you decided to target a group of children? Maybe you were pissed that you’d missed the march.
We were in line with a few other families to get our free glitter tattoos from the art store on the corner, and suddenly you materialized with your trusty megaphone and your silent sidekick and your giant professionally printed signs featuring weird and shitty messages like “God hates pride” and “Homosexuals will not inherit the kingdom of God.” (“Where would he BUY those signs?” my 8-year-old asked, and I said I have no idea.) We loved the excitement, the fun, the colorful costumes and rainbow beads.īut then you showed up. We marchers were in great moods after the fun of walking through the streets and smiling at everyone and hearing people cheer at the farmer’s market. I can’t pretend I know what you were thinking as you arrived in our little downtown right after the march ended. So thanks for taking the time to make it to the pride march in our nice little town. I heard you recently attended a beer festival fundraiser and used your megaphone to announce to people drinking beer is a sin and even made a special appearance at last year’s Christmas parade to tell families with young kids that they were sinners for believing in Santa Claus. Hey, man! You showed up! I know your schedule is busy.