Matt Shepard is back in the news. After a fifteen-year torrent of homosexual propaganda,
the truth is finally coming out, so to speak: our sweet sainted twink was really a deranged AIDS-infected drug addict, murdered not in a brutal hate crime but in a squabble over some meth. Murdered by his own gay lover. It's not a pretty picture, but it's reality for all too many young queers. That's because anal sex is so painful that nobody can stand it unless they're drugged into oblivion. The average "gay" is far, far, far, far more likely to overdose, die of AIDS, or be whacked by his own sodomist than to fall victim to the mythic hate-bashing. The
only time it truly "gets better" is in that liminal instant between death and the descent into Hell. The rest is a nightmare. It's imperative that all homosexuals stop being gay right now.
Anyway, the new dirt on
Methew includes a photo of his dead body. Pretty gruesome stuff.
WARNING: GRAPHIC IMAGE BELOW!