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A Czars Pandemic?

First, pretty clever title, eh? SARs…Czars…ok then…

Anyways, how do they pick these people?!

More fun:

http://gatewaypundit.firstthings.com/2009/12/breaking-obamas-safe-schools-czar-is-promoting-porn-in-the-classroom-kevin-jennings-and-the-glsen-reading-list/

Excerpts from books this dude recommends for 7th graders.

A little clip from one of them:[quote]
My sexual exploits with my neighborhood playmates continued. I lived a busy homosexual childhood, somehow managing to avoid venereal disease through all my toddler years. By first grade I was sexually active with many friends. In fact, a small group of us regularly met in the grammar school lavatory to perform fellatio on one another. A typical weekâ??s schedule would be Aaron and Michael on Monday during lunch; Michael and Johnny on Tuesday after school; Fred and Timmy at noon Wednesday; Aaron and Timmy after school on Thursday. None of us ever got caught, but we never worried about it anyway. We all understood that what we were doing was not to be discussed freely with adults but we viewed it as a fun sort of confidential activity. None of us had any guilty feelings about it; we figured everyone did it. Why shouldnâ??t they?[/quote]

[quote]HG Thrower wrote:
More fun:

http://gatewaypundit.firstthings.com/2009/12/breaking-obamas-safe-schools-czar-is-promoting-porn-in-the-classroom-kevin-jennings-and-the-glsen-reading-list/

Excerpts from books this dude recommends for 7th graders.

A little clip from one of them:[quote]
My sexual exploits with my neighborhood playmates continued. I lived a busy homosexual childhood, somehow managing to avoid venereal disease through all my toddler years. By first grade I was sexually active with many friends. In fact, a small group of us regularly met in the grammar school lavatory to perform fellatio on one another. A typical week�?�¢??s schedule would be Aaron and Michael on Monday during lunch; Michael and Johnny on Tuesday after school; Fred and Timmy at noon Wednesday; Aaron and Timmy after school on Thursday. None of us ever got caught, but we never worried about it anyway. We all understood that what we were doing was not to be discussed freely with adults but we viewed it as a fun sort of confidential activity. None of us had any guilty feelings about it; we figured everyone did it. Why shouldn�?�¢??t they?[/quote][/quote]

Little by little deviants have chipped away at the border of the mainstream. Now they proudly, out in the open, choose names for their organizations, suggesting x-rated filth to your children while handing out “fisting kits.” That slope has been pretty slippery, after all.

Yesterday their leaders would’ve been chased out of towns by enraged parents. Today, they serve as Czars.

[quote]Sloth wrote:

[quote]HG Thrower wrote:
More fun:

http://gatewaypundit.firstthings.com/2009/12/breaking-obamas-safe-schools-czar-is-promoting-porn-in-the-classroom-kevin-jennings-and-the-glsen-reading-list/

Excerpts from books this dude recommends for 7th graders.

A little clip from one of them:[quote]
My sexual exploits with my neighborhood playmates continued. I lived a busy homosexual childhood, somehow managing to avoid venereal disease through all my toddler years. By first grade I was sexually active with many friends. In fact, a small group of us regularly met in the grammar school lavatory to perform fellatio on one another. A typical week�??�?�¢??s schedule would be Aaron and Michael on Monday during lunch; Michael and Johnny on Tuesday after school; Fred and Timmy at noon Wednesday; Aaron and Timmy after school on Thursday. None of us ever got caught, but we never worried about it anyway. We all understood that what we were doing was not to be discussed freely with adults but we viewed it as a fun sort of confidential activity. None of us had any guilty feelings about it; we figured everyone did it. Why shouldn�??�?�¢??t they?[/quote][/quote]

Little by little deviants have chipped away at the border of the mainstream. Now they proudly, out in the open, choose names for their organizations, suggesting x-rated filth to your children while handing out “fisting kits.” That slope has been pretty slippery, after all.

Yesterday their leaders would’ve been chased out of towns by enraged parents. Today, they serve as Czars.
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Is there any way that you could avoid “slippery slope” in threads like these?

Maybe it is just my imagination but the pictures in my mind are not pretty.

Most of the ways masturbating boys could make a slope slippery are nauseating.

Wow i wonder. I really really do.

Revolutionary Voices â?? Page 220

(A writer is unhappy that she was forced to stop masturbating in public when she turned nine years old.)

I learned the truth about Santa Claus and masturbation in the same year. I was 9. I had a hunch about Santa, but I had no clue about masturbation. I mean, I had no clue there was anything wrong with it. As far as I know, Iâ??ve been masturbating my whole life. But it wasnâ??t until 9 that I realized it was an impulse that you had to turn off. Especially in class. Fourth grade craft time taught me shame.

Queer 13 â?? Pages 43, 44 + 45

(A 13-year-old boy has a violent sexual encounter with an older man, which causes the boy to become desperate for sex, and he ends up spending the rest of the year promiscuously getting â??my cock sucked and my ass fuckedâ?? by â??a seemingly endless supply of dicksâ?? belonging to older men, concluding with â??I really did enjoy those sexual encounters.â??)

One day, on the bus to shop class, this ugly fuck of a man sat behind me and put his foot in the crack of my seat. He was skinny, with a patchy, pencil-thin mustache that besotted his oily face. I ignored him for most of the trip. I did notice that he changed buses when I did, but this time he sat beside me. He tried a little small talk, but then he suddenly and very nervously put his hand on my crotch. It never occurred to me to tell him not to. Iâ??m not sure if I agreed to it or not, but he managed to get me to follow him to a nearby rest room at another secondary school â??to play.â?? In the bathroom stall, lit by two scant rows of fluorescent lights, half of them burnt-out or flickering, he tried to kiss me, but I was too nauseated to do that. He sucked my nipples and played with my cock. I had no idea what to do. He then tried to get me to suck his. Somehow I knew this was expected of me, but I just could not put his ugly, foul-smelling penis into my mouth. When he forced it in I gagged so hard I started vomiting. Undaunted, he tried to put his cock in my ass. Thankfully, he came prematurely. He pulled up his trousers and left me in the toilet stall confused, frightened, crying, and praying to God for forgiveness of my horrible sin. I spent a good deal of time locked in the stall, trying to clean up, trying to wipe the smell of that act off with wet toilet paper, but I was doused in the stench of that man and what he had done.

This incident should have soured me on men, but it only made me more confused and needful. One day later, something accidental happened that would change my life. I discovered that at a urinal I could actually see someone elseâ??s penis. I was ecstatic and fearful, but I wanted more. One day, at a local shopping mall, as I was trying to sneak a peek at penises in the rest rooms, a man at the urinal actually turned to me and started playing with himself. He flashed me a gold-toothed smirk and motioned for me to come over. Shocked, I zippered up and ran out, but the seeds had been laid. The whole world of rest-room sex had opened itself up to me.

Soon I was spending a great deal of time hanging out in shopping malls and cruising the rest rooms for sexual encounters. My rest-room exploits started to be a great burden on my mind. The better part of the year was spent making deals with God, asking for a sign, then ignoring and rationalizing everything I perceived to be a sign, praying for forgiveness, and being obsessed with raging hormones and a seemingly endless supply of dicks. I believed that it was all part of a test by God to see if I was a sinner. I was.

I had known before that something was up, and that I was attracted to men, but this toilet thing was a whole new realm of sin and Satan, a new level that I had never before imagined. The following years were spent praying for forgiveness and trying to purge my homosexuality through prayer and Bible study. While my classmates wondered what sex was like, content to masturbate over pinups, I was out there having my cock sucked and my ass fucked. These were grown men I was tricking with. Some were nice, grateful for a young boy to have their way with. Some were harsh and mean. There were a few nasty encounters, brutal and painful experiences, near-rapes, but through it all, I never thought that I had the ability to say no.

I was scared about what I was doing, scared of Godâ??s judgment and of being caught in all those rest rooms and parks, but I really did enjoy those sexual encounters. That feeling of doing it to them and them doing the same for me was just too damn good.

I like those Gems. You know. For Equality. For Our kids…For our future.

And ofcourse one of the best Gems of Faggotry pushed on our kids:

Revolutionary Voices â?? Page 7

(A poem in which the author fantasizes about amputating his penis in order to become a woman.)

as a little boy growing up, i used ta sit in the bathtub, take the little spikey thing u put soap on, n lay on it, press my little pre-pubescent dick on it hard, impale myself, sometimes until i bled.

then iâ??d take it, bloodied n bruised, n tuck it between my legs, standing in front of the mirror, pushing the fat that wuz my chest together, seeing what it would b like ta have cleavage, thinking

perhaps i could escape my fate by becoming a woman, i wondered what itâ??d b like ta have a pussy, what it would b like ta cut it off, ta simply not have it around no more.

LMAO. Those fags. Disgusting

[quote]Gregus wrote:
And ofcourse one of the best Gems of Faggotry pushed on our kids:

Revolutionary Voices â?? Page 7

(A poem in which the author fantasizes about amputating his penis in order to become a woman.)

as a little boy growing up, i used ta sit in the bathtub, take the little spikey thing u put soap on, n lay on it, press my little pre-pubescent dick on it hard, impale myself, sometimes until i bled.

then iâ??d take it, bloodied n bruised, n tuck it between my legs, standing in front of the mirror, pushing the fat that wuz my chest together, seeing what it would b like ta have cleavage, thinking

perhaps i could escape my fate by becoming a woman, i wondered what itâ??d b like ta have a pussy, what it would b like ta cut it off, ta simply not have it around no more.

[/quote]

Holy shit.

Cant he just hear voices like any decent schizophrenic?

Some people even have to make their mental health issues extra special.

We choose who leads us. We deserve this. It’s the classic boiling frog syndrome. They just keep turning the heat up slowly and we will never jump out of the pan.

V

This is the last of the offending material I’ll share. I think the point is made. And even for our more progressive friends this stuff is so far out of bounds there’s no excuse. If Obama’s smart this guy will be out of a job tomorrow.

Edit: Look at #3, ‘Dookie on the Noodle’. We’re so awesomely openminded these days! Isn’t it just swell?!