Springtime for Hitler References

Bryan Fischer of the American Family Association presents a novel argument against repealing DADT: Gays are too butch.

So Hitler himself was an active homosexual. And some people wonder, didn’t the Germans, didn’t the Nazis, persecute homosexuals? And it is true they did; they persecuted effeminate homosexuals.

But Hitler recruited around him homosexuals to make up his Stormtroopers, they were his enforcers, they were his thugs. And Hitler discovered that he could not get straight soldiers to be savage and brutal and vicious enough to carry out his orders, but that homosexual solders basically had no limits and the savagery and brutality they were willing to inflict on whomever Hitler sent them after.

So he surrounded himself, virtually all of the Stormtroopers, the Brownshirts, were male homosexuals.

Mr. Black? The audience is demanding an encore.

Top Social Conservative: Hitler Used Gay Soldiers Because They Had ‘No Limits’ [TPM]

Sounds like a repressed guy who masturbated furiously to is a big fan of “300”

In his defense, some of us do like some freaky shit.

For example, this weekend is IML in Chicago, International Mr. Leather. I almost have my beard grown out to appropriate levels.

This also explains why fiercely anti-gay organizations are staffed by hyper-repressed closet cases, right? ;)

I did not know this, that teh gehyz come in two flavors, “effeminate,” and “butch, and vicious.” Which ones molest the cub scouts?

I get You’re too Butch all the time. I had to stop wearing jeans and flannel. And using power tools. And shopping at Home Depot. And burning scented candles. Wait.


@Prommie: It’s the gay version of Madonna/Whore.

@Mistress Cynica: We’re dining with lesbians tonight. I spent the morning working out.

This post brought forth an ad for a “Holocaust Tour” where I am urged to sign up to see the sights and meet people who were there. Is anyone else seeing this?

Art Linkletter . . . is dead.


It’s been a bad several days for Metal.

@Benedick: Have you compiled the list of home repairs you could use their help with?

@TJ/ Jamie Sommers /TJ: “Hey kids, I found something better that Disney World for our summer vacation!”

@Mistress Cynica: No but there’s a knocking in the engine of the truck I’m hoping they can help with.


You had me at “freaky shit”.

I never went to IML in my single days, even though I was totally in to the freaky-deaky with the harnesses and such. I went to the Black Party every year for six years, but let’s face it, that shit is amateur hour. Did Dore Alley and Folsom, though.

So a small regret that I can’t go now that I am respectable and married to Mr. Vanilla Bottom. Alas, for youth.


The measure of a man’s degree of butchness, is, of course, his bathroom. And his underwear.

And by the way, Hitler was mostly asexual. And while Rohm was a sometime cross-dresser, you could hardly call him “effeminate”- and that dude was first in line when they came for the homosexuals.

Where these people get their history is beyond me.

I like this. Be afraid, heterosexuals. We have an agenda.

@Tommmcat Still Gets Carly Confused With Meg: Underwear: boxer briefs. I know it’s a cop-out, but they are so comfy.

Bathroom: I had it all planned out, in detail, how we were going to turn our big bathroom into a spa. Right-sizing the stupid-big jacuzzi tub (we rarely have more than two who need to get in there). Expanding the ridiculously European-sized shower and installing jets and steam. Clobbering the excess counter-space because it’s just a clutter-collector and we really don’t need two sinks (Mr. Pedo is afraid to enter the room when I’m at my toilette, for various reasons). Using the space gained to install a bidet. And perhaps a squat toilet, but porcelain and classy.

Then we thought about all the construction noise, unattractive laborers showing us the moon, etc. and realized we could spend that money on a fabulous trip to Argentina. So we did.

Result: the same sad-ish bathroom we moved into, with an almost useless oversized jacuzzi tub and a shower too small for yoga practice. Not to mention the ultra-generic tiles and cheap-ass oak veneer cabinetry. And lack of bidet.

But the Argentina trip: priceless.

@Benedick: Knocking is not good, sir. Is it loudest when you first start it, then does it subside as the oil pressure builds up? Thats lower end badness, crankshaft, piston pin. Bad mojo. There’s no good end to that.

@Tommmcat Still Gets Carly Confused With Meg: Now you see, you are edging into the area, where some of the heteros seem to have a problem with the gheys, this perception of wanton licentious abandon. I should say stereotype of wanton promiscuity.

The reality is, of course, that the straight guys would do exactly the same, if they could find females willing to reciprocate. And many do.

@PedonatorUSA: Ah, come visit, and help me tear down the engine on my new boat. Last week, I did an irresponsible thing, I bought another boat, a 15 foot jetboat. Bought it without knowing whether it runs or not, the engine might be fine, it might be blown, I haven’t been able to test it yet. It was offered for sale at a fire sale, giveaway price, even if I have to buy a new engine, the total cost will be less than the going price for one of these things.

Its bringing back my late 70s, high school gearhead days. Diagnosing an engine that won’t start, you check 3 things, does it have compression, is it getting fuel, is it sparking.

Crank the engine, look and smell for gas. I got gas dripping out of the carbs, this means, right off, the carbs are fouled and need to be rebuilt. Not a major thing, I may attempt it myself.

The you pull a spark plug, and smell it, if it smells like gas, you know gas is getting into the combustion chamber, you also look for signs of carbon, rust, lots of oil on the plug, you can learn a lot looking at the spark plug, tonight, I learned, gas was not getting into the cylinders, further confirmation of a carburetor problem.

I tried checking for spark, you take out a spark plug, leave the wire attached, ground the plug, crank the engine, and look to see if you can see sparks. I didn’t see sparks, but its not conclusive yet, I might not have had it grounded properly. We will see.

I just hope its not the piston rings or the crankshaft.

@Tommmcat Still Gets Carly Confused With Meg: Camouflage boxers with skulls and crossbones. I cut and laid my own ceramic tile in the bath room.

Some shit I do just to amuse myself, other stuff cus it’s cool, challenging and looks good when it’s done. This weekend: putting in the paving stone back patio at Casa RML.

@Tommmcat Still Gets Carly Confused With Meg: And don’t forget that germans and sex are a scary mix. The proper, rigid social system, seems to produce lots of secret kink in private, as their way of blowing off steam.

@Promnight: Dammit Prom, yu’r gonna give me daddy issues (daddy is a mechanic, among other useful traits). And I really don’t want to go there. And I’m pretty sure you really don’t want me to go there either. So I will.

Oh the endless hours I’ve spent (not recently) watching Dad crank a shaft or spark a plug or you know, whatever. Made me feel that much less of a man as I pored over my Books and occasionally managed to hand him the right tool when it was requested.

My first car was supposed to be a shaved version of what we might call, today, a Ford Econoline. The fact that if you google that it resembles nothing like what I had to face makes no difference. It was, basically, a truck. A truck with some retro charm.

I spent hours and hours and hours sanding it down, trying to get it ready (well, mostly planning what kind of stereo system I would install). It needed a paint job. I knew nothing about what it might need, er, “under the hood”.

But I labored over the skin of it. For months. And then, for some reason I don’t remember why, it was taken. And I was forsaken. And given a mid-70’s Nova to drive off to college.

So I learned to love that Nova, it had a great tape cassette player, but my only experience until then had been with an air-cooled Volkswagen Bug. And the Nova quickly blew up on me.

This is a big reason why, when it comes to cars, I just want something new and/or under warranty, and anyway I hate cars and I wish they never came to dominate the earth.

@homofascist: I like almost all freaky shit. Well except, you know, actual shit. IML is one of those vacation destinations I haven’t quite made it to yet, but it’s up there on the list, way above Disney World (sorry Tommm), but somewhere south of Madagascar and Zanzibar.

@Tommmcat Still Gets Carly Confused With Meg: Underwear? We have the woods right outside.

I found the recentish bio of Hitler that claimed he was a homo quite persuasive though the OH ridiculed me for it. He can be so harsh.

@Promnight: Ooo. A fleet.

@PedonatorUSA: I’m afraid Prom might be a lesbian.

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