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The gay's have developed stealth technology, and are even now using it to move among us! Allow me to explain.
While God has seen fit to bestow upon me a number of vehicles, when I drive to church on Sunday, I always take the trusty Power Wagon.
The power wagon is a marvel of American engineering from a bygone and better era. Betsy here is a fully restored 1949 Power Wagon. With her 230 cubic inch flat head six engine and 4 in the floor transmission, Betsy can pull a house without a care. None of those sissy catalytic converters or emission control systems for Betsy here. She belches fumes as black and noxious as the words from a feminists lips, and gets a whopping 12 mpg in the process. Betsy really clears the way to church, let me tell you! This wonder of American ingenuity recalls a glorious bygone era when segregation ruled, women knew how to behave, and the liberal communist's gun control act of 1968 was nearly 2 decades away. But I digress.
And so comes today. I loaded the kids up and helped the missus into the back, and we had a fine Sabbath morning of worship and fellowship.
On the way home, I noticed that Betsy was down to a quarter of a tank. That would never be enough to get us home on, so I started looking for a gas station.
I found a convenience store with pumps, and rumbled Betsy in to top her off. I paid the camel jockey cashier and went back outside to the gas pumps.
While filling her up, a scrawny biker type fellow wanders up to me. He was decked out from head to toe in leather, but due to his frailty of frame I had to imagine the other bikers beat him up a lot.
"Ith that your truck?" he asked. I noticed a slight lisp, but since bikers are known for imbibing, I suspected grain alcohol was affecting his speech.
"Why yes, it is!" I delighted in informing him, then proceeded to expound upon the virtues of this magnificent vehicle.
"Doeth it have a thick thift?" he interrupted.
"Thi..uhhh, oh! Yes-siree! A two speed transfer case and a manual transmission. Mighty astute of you, friend."
"Mmmm, I love an iron hard thick! I jutht grab it and wiggle it around, then thlide my hand up and down the thaft!"
"I uhhh, I don't think that's how the manual suggests you shift gears, friend. Maybe you shouldn't drive drunk."
"Mmmm! What thort of horthepower doeth it have? Doeth it rattle your teeth with ith big powerful vibrathions?
"Why, I don't rightly know her horsepower. She's a workhorse. What she lacks in speed she makes up for in stamina."
"I love it when they have thamina enough to go all night!"
"Yeah, well, she would run out of gas before then. What sort of ride do you have, friend?"
"I'm riding a Thwedish Thallion named Linuth for now. He doethn't have a lot of thamina though. You'd think thothe viking types would, wouldn't you?"
"Well, I didn't know that the Swedes made bikes, but since they are basically the same as Germans, I'm sure its a finely made machine only slightly less well made than any American motorcycle."
"Oh, he'th a mathine, alright!"
"Huh. Usually we call our rides a she. We're the ones driving them, after all."
"You've never met Linuth, have you, honey? He'll drive anything with a pulthe."
"I'll take your word for it. We'll, tanks full. Ride hard, live free, or whatever it is you say!"
I climbed into Betsy and fired her up. Stonewall looked at me and asked
"Dad, why were you talking to that fag?"
"You're confused, son. The raghead cashier is a terrorist, not a faggot."
"Not him. The fag you were just talking to before you got in the truck."
"That guy? He's a biker. All fags are vegetarian PETA members. That guy was wearing leather, so he can't be a fag."
"Some of them dress like that, dad. They've been doing it for a while now."
"How do you know this? Are you one of them? Oh sweet Jesus, you asked for a leather belt for your birthday!"
"I'm not gay, dad. Remember when you expelled me from home school that one semester for washing my privates too vigorously in the shower and I had to attend public school? I learned about it then."
"I knew you would learn nothing but decadent filth in that school, I knew it!"
I won't go into further detail as to the boring conversation which took us home. What concerns me s this new and deceitful tactic that, if my son is to be believed, the homosextualists have adopted. Somehow they have overcome their aversion to animal products at least enough to wear leather. While I doubt any of them have abandoned their salad bar grazing habits, they can effectively disguise themselves as normal people by adopting the attire of a biker. More frightening is my son's assurance that they have been doing this for some time now!
I expelled Stonewall from home school over a year ago, so we can estimate that they have been masquerading as people and moving among us for at least that long.
While I did not get a photograph of this 'person', I was able to find a man who looks enough like him to be his brother on the internet. Please examine it carefully to help you distinguish the faux-biker from the real ones. So far it seems they have only infiltrated the lower rungs of society. We should pray that they have not found other ways to blend into the world.
2 John 1:7 For many deceivers are entered into the world, who confess not that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh. This is a deceiver and an antichrist.
Mark 7:2-23 And he said, That which cometh out of the man, that defileth the man. For from within, out of the heart of men, proceed evil thoughts, adulteries, fornications, murders, Thefts, covetousness, wickedness, deceit, lasciviousness, an evil eye, blasphemy, pride, foolishness: All these evil things come from within, and defile the man.
Revelation 22:15 For without are dogs, and sorcerers, and whoremongers, and murderers, and idolaters, and whosoever loveth and maketh a lie.
2 Corinthians 4:1-2 Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we faint not; But have renounced the hidden things of dishonesty, not walking in craftiness, nor handling the word of God deceitfully; but by manifestation of the truth commending ourselves to every man's conscience in the sight of God.
While God has seen fit to bestow upon me a number of vehicles, when I drive to church on Sunday, I always take the trusty Power Wagon.
The power wagon is a marvel of American engineering from a bygone and better era. Betsy here is a fully restored 1949 Power Wagon. With her 230 cubic inch flat head six engine and 4 in the floor transmission, Betsy can pull a house without a care. None of those sissy catalytic converters or emission control systems for Betsy here. She belches fumes as black and noxious as the words from a feminists lips, and gets a whopping 12 mpg in the process. Betsy really clears the way to church, let me tell you! This wonder of American ingenuity recalls a glorious bygone era when segregation ruled, women knew how to behave, and the liberal communist's gun control act of 1968 was nearly 2 decades away. But I digress.
And so comes today. I loaded the kids up and helped the missus into the back, and we had a fine Sabbath morning of worship and fellowship.
On the way home, I noticed that Betsy was down to a quarter of a tank. That would never be enough to get us home on, so I started looking for a gas station.
I found a convenience store with pumps, and rumbled Betsy in to top her off. I paid the camel jockey cashier and went back outside to the gas pumps.
While filling her up, a scrawny biker type fellow wanders up to me. He was decked out from head to toe in leather, but due to his frailty of frame I had to imagine the other bikers beat him up a lot.
"Ith that your truck?" he asked. I noticed a slight lisp, but since bikers are known for imbibing, I suspected grain alcohol was affecting his speech.
"Why yes, it is!" I delighted in informing him, then proceeded to expound upon the virtues of this magnificent vehicle.
"Doeth it have a thick thift?" he interrupted.
"Thi..uhhh, oh! Yes-siree! A two speed transfer case and a manual transmission. Mighty astute of you, friend."
"Mmmm, I love an iron hard thick! I jutht grab it and wiggle it around, then thlide my hand up and down the thaft!"
"I uhhh, I don't think that's how the manual suggests you shift gears, friend. Maybe you shouldn't drive drunk."
"Mmmm! What thort of horthepower doeth it have? Doeth it rattle your teeth with ith big powerful vibrathions?
"Why, I don't rightly know her horsepower. She's a workhorse. What she lacks in speed she makes up for in stamina."
"I love it when they have thamina enough to go all night!"
"Yeah, well, she would run out of gas before then. What sort of ride do you have, friend?"
"I'm riding a Thwedish Thallion named Linuth for now. He doethn't have a lot of thamina though. You'd think thothe viking types would, wouldn't you?"
"Well, I didn't know that the Swedes made bikes, but since they are basically the same as Germans, I'm sure its a finely made machine only slightly less well made than any American motorcycle."
"Oh, he'th a mathine, alright!"
"Huh. Usually we call our rides a she. We're the ones driving them, after all."
"You've never met Linuth, have you, honey? He'll drive anything with a pulthe."
"I'll take your word for it. We'll, tanks full. Ride hard, live free, or whatever it is you say!"
I climbed into Betsy and fired her up. Stonewall looked at me and asked
"Dad, why were you talking to that fag?"
"You're confused, son. The raghead cashier is a terrorist, not a faggot."
"Not him. The fag you were just talking to before you got in the truck."
"That guy? He's a biker. All fags are vegetarian PETA members. That guy was wearing leather, so he can't be a fag."
"Some of them dress like that, dad. They've been doing it for a while now."
"How do you know this? Are you one of them? Oh sweet Jesus, you asked for a leather belt for your birthday!"
"I'm not gay, dad. Remember when you expelled me from home school that one semester for washing my privates too vigorously in the shower and I had to attend public school? I learned about it then."
"I knew you would learn nothing but decadent filth in that school, I knew it!"
I won't go into further detail as to the boring conversation which took us home. What concerns me s this new and deceitful tactic that, if my son is to be believed, the homosextualists have adopted. Somehow they have overcome their aversion to animal products at least enough to wear leather. While I doubt any of them have abandoned their salad bar grazing habits, they can effectively disguise themselves as normal people by adopting the attire of a biker. More frightening is my son's assurance that they have been doing this for some time now!
I expelled Stonewall from home school over a year ago, so we can estimate that they have been masquerading as people and moving among us for at least that long.
While I did not get a photograph of this 'person', I was able to find a man who looks enough like him to be his brother on the internet. Please examine it carefully to help you distinguish the faux-biker from the real ones. So far it seems they have only infiltrated the lower rungs of society. We should pray that they have not found other ways to blend into the world.
2 John 1:7 For many deceivers are entered into the world, who confess not that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh. This is a deceiver and an antichrist.
Mark 7:2-23 And he said, That which cometh out of the man, that defileth the man. For from within, out of the heart of men, proceed evil thoughts, adulteries, fornications, murders, Thefts, covetousness, wickedness, deceit, lasciviousness, an evil eye, blasphemy, pride, foolishness: All these evil things come from within, and defile the man.
Revelation 22:15 For without are dogs, and sorcerers, and whoremongers, and murderers, and idolaters, and whosoever loveth and maketh a lie.
2 Corinthians 4:1-2 Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we faint not; But have renounced the hidden things of dishonesty, not walking in craftiness, nor handling the word of God deceitfully; but by manifestation of the truth commending ourselves to every man's conscience in the sight of God.
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