“80% of the People That Disappear on the Streets of America Are Eaten by [Gays]“

We have freedom of speech, but you should need a license to use a bullhorn.  Or at least be forced to take some kind of intelligence test.  Or have papers which prove that you’ve been signed out properly from whatever institution you’re currently seeking treatment in.

The preacher in the video below is positively, yet somehow comically deranged as he comes out with this remarkable and obviously scientific and not at all paranoid or delusional statistic, which he shouts at Cleveland Pride-goers ~ “Eighty percent of the people that disappear on the streets of America are eaten by you.”  Yes, he believes that the vast majority of disappearances in America are caused by gay cannibalism.  Gotta give him points for originality ~ I keep pretty close tabs on the bizarre accusations that get hurled at the LGBT community and this one’s new.  (I feel like he’s really, really disturbed by the gruesome Luka Magnotta case in Canada.  Indeed, it is disturbing.  But this preacher has leapt to some truly magical conclusions.  Watch the video to see what I’m talking about.)

For the record, I would like to point out right here and now that I have never, ever eaten any of my boyfriends.

And none of them have never eaten me.

And unless you’re deranged ~ or just in need of a dictionary ~ I’m not sure that you can really equate cannibalism with homosexuality.

Besides this perverse and random coupling of ideas, Mr. Preacher Man also seems to spend a great deal of time just thinking about what gay people do in bed.  I never cease to be amazed by the vigor with which those who hate us reflect upon, contemplate, mull over and fetishize our sex.  If it’s so repulsive, why think about it at all?  I for one will never, ever, ever imagine what this man does in bed.  Ever.

It reminds me of this fantastic, if slightly dated, Quentin Crisp quote from the movie The Celluloid Closet (also a great book by Vito Russo) ~

Mainstream people dislike homosexuality because they can’t help concentrating on what homosexual men do to one another. And when you contemplate what people do, you think of yourself doing it. And they don’t like that. That’s the famous joke: I don’t like peas, and I’m glad I don’t like them, because if I liked them I would eat them and I hate them. 

Video via Back2Stonewall ~