Parent Pride Begins

It's the first of July, which means that Gay Pride Month is officially over. Does that mean we go back to the other eleven months of the year where we celebrate the nuclear family? Currently, there is only one day a year for Parent Pride. Mothers, who suffer greatly to give the gift of life to a new generation, get a day. Fathers, who toil endlessly to provide for families, also get a day. Homosexuals, who engage in a listless lifestyle accumulating hundreds of anonymous sex partners, get a whole month. Nearly a third report having over a thousand sex partners. This is celebrated. Where is the day for monogamy, for the people who actually go through life with a single partner? They get no month, day, or even a mention. We really do need to start recognizing such increasingly rare couples.

Gay Pride Month might as well be called Anti-Parent Month. In fact, we should start referring to it as such, or some similar moniker. It is the month when young men are encouraged to engage in aimless self-indulgence rather than building stable households. It is the month of selfishness. Those who were given the gift of life by their parents, who enjoyed the advanced, stable civilization built by their fore-bearers, reject the notion that they should shoulder any responsibility for maintaining what they have inherited. I, for one, will celebrate gay pride when they start putting their duty to nation first, and indulgence in their particular sexual inclinations second. All these claims about gays being brave are such a joke. Nothing could be easier, in today's climate, than becoming gay. You get your victimhood card and a pass to shirk normal societal expectations all in one go. It would be much braver to commit to family life despite natural inclinations that make doing so even harder than for normal people.

As the sun sets on Gay Pride, it rises on the next eleven months of Parent Pride. Just remember: it is brave to take on the difficult and voluntary task of child rearing, rainbows are for children, the anus is not a sex organ, and increased promiscuity is correlated to decreased happiness. All the traditional families I know are very happy. We are actually, as it turns out, the gay ones.