What Gay Marriage Did to Massachussetts video

[Idaho Kid]

Very good film on the Gay Marriage Revolution that began in Massachusetts from MassResistance :
http://www.massresistance.org/

Youtube link - https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=2ZXzUpzHLkA
Video seems fine, not sure why it won't load here

Booklet - http://www.massresistance.org/docs/marriage/effects_of_ssm_2012/SSM_Mass_2012.pdf
In response to requests from pro-marriage activists around the world and most recently in Australia MassResistance has produced a comprehensive -- and shocking -- 28-minute video on the depth of how "gay marriage" has affected Massachusetts.

The video vividly expands on our popular 2012 booklet "What same-sex 'marriage" has done to Massachusetts," which has been distributed across the US and in several other countries. And it contains a fair amount of new material.
http://www.massresistance.org/docs/marriage/effects_of_ssm_2012/index.html

[passnthru2]

you have every right to be a Bigot in your own mind and your own home and make up whatever reason to justify it... you do not have the right to be a Nazi to use the legislature nor the justice department to persecute defenseless/disenfranchised minorities. did we not learn that lesson from Hitler? , who was the bastard son thru rape of Solomon Rothschild's who is Satan incarnate

[Idaho Kid]

When the Gay Rights movement is able to separate itself from the child molestation, child sexualization, and general Jew assault on Western traditions, I'll go back to being in favor of it.  Since Jews and their filthy Talmud are at the heart of all of the above, the chances of that/those happening is nil.

Explain the GLSEN Reading List (www.thegatewaypundit.com/2009/12/breaking-obamas-safe-schools-czar-is-promoting-porn-in-the-classroom-kevin-jennings-and-the-glsen-reading-list/).  Here are a couple of samples from books that "Safe" Schools Czar Kevin Jennings' GLSEN thinks are appropriate material for middle and high school kids:

Reflections of a Rock Lobster – Page 13 (At the age of six, the author frequently performed fellatio on his fellow first-graders in the school restroom, part of a "busy homosexual childhood.")

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?

Queer 13 – 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 "my cock sucked and my ass fucked" by "a seemingly endless supply of dicks" belonging to older men, concluding with "I really did enjoy those sexual encounters.")

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. I'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 "to play." 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 else'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 God'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.

Revolutionary Voices – 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, I've been masturbating my whole life. But it wasn'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.

In 2011, the American Psychological Association published "A Meta-analytic Examination of Assumed Properties of Child Sexual Abuse Using College Samples" in which they concluded that "the negative effects [of sexual abuse] were neither pervasive nor typically intense."
http://www.pointofview.net/site/News2?id=17911

Take your "bigot" name calling and stuff it when it's not otherwise occupied.

[Idaho Kid]

A few samples of what the the people of Boston were denied by the "bigots" or is it "anti-Semites"?