WHAT GOD HAS MADE, LET NO human CALL EVIL

I am Gay. That is who I am. That is not all that I am, but as far as my Sexuality is concerned, that is who I am. It is not a fad, it is not me jumping onto the latest trend, it is not a phase, and it is certainly NOT A CHOICE. It is who I am sexually, who I was made to be. So, if as Conservative Christians claim, the simple fact of being Gay alone makes me evil, since being Gay is who I was meant and made to be, one of two things must therefore follow, according to Conservative Christian logic. One: that GOD created something Evil,or Two: that Satan, The Destroyer, can also create. If I have any Conservative Readers, either one of these is true or your Philosophy's position on Gays in and of ourselves is WRONG. CHOOSE.

MY TRUE FAMILY AND FRIENDS LOVE OBAMACARE

This past weekend, I successfully signed up for Health Care Coverage under The Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act. I can not and so will not say that the process was entirely smooth and frustration free, but in the end I succeeded in doing it, and so I have now rejoined The Human Race and am no longer classified as a subhuman monster because of a mistake I made when I was an eight year old child. Many of those I know who share my blood through my mother will not be happy to hear this because they are avid opponents of what I call Justice In Health Care since they are Conservatives/ Republicans. There are also those I know that are not related to me who have this view. But as someone who has felt like his very humanity was being denied because when I was an eight year old CHILD I made the mistake of running into the street in front of a car and thus suffered a Traumatic Brain Injury which The Health Insurance INDUSTRY called a Preexisting Condition and thus denied me coverage as an adult, as of this moment I no longer know anyone who is unhappy that I now feel like a full Human Being again, because my True Family and True Friends would be unwaveringly happy about this and that is that. Anyone who opposes Protecting Patients from Greed is Evil. I WILL BE TREATED AS A HUMAN BEING AND THAT IS THAT, PERIOD!

LEGALIZE GAY MARRIAGE EVERYWHERE

Those on The Political and so-called Religious "Right" love to talk about how all Homosexuals are unforgivable sinners who are going to burn in Hell for unclean relationships or even just unclean thoughts. OK, maybe one man looking at another man lustfully is an unclean act, but so is a Heterosexual Man looking at a woman lustfully. Jesus said that even just looking is adultery, and it seems to me that adultery is adultery, whether it is two men, two women or a man and a woman. So is the sin of adultery between two people of thee same sex really at are more sinful than adultery between two people of the opposite sex. OF COURSE NOT. The only difference is that everywhere in this country, men and women have the opportunity to enter into a relationship in which they may have sexual relations without it being considered adulterous, while same sex couples only have this opportunity in some States. Therefore, Gay Marriage should bee legalized across the country if not around the world, so then those of us that are Homosexuals can enter into an adult relationship that is not committing adultery.

THE FLAMES OF JUSTICE WILL BURN

If The Republican Party has not stopped hacking Health Care.gov by 10:50A.m. Central Time on Saturday, December Twenty-First, 2013 so that all of those of us with Preexisting Conditions can sign up for Coverage with The Marketplace, GOD WILL STRIKE EVERY CONSERVATIVE IN THE WORLD AND EVERY REPUBLICAN IN THIS COUNTRY DEAD WITH FIRE FROM HEAVEN!

CONSERVATIVES ARE WICKED

The next Republican, Tea Party or otherwise, who says or even thinks "Repeal and Replace" or anything even remotely like it with regard to The Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act WILL BE STRUCK DEAD WITH LIGHTNING FROM HEAVEN. Those of us with preexisting conditions and other restrictions to purchasing Private Health Insurance under a system that put making money ahead of making people well have waited long enough for Justice In Health Care. We WILL NOT go back to be regarded as subhuman because of conditions that we were either born with or acquired as children (in my case a brain injury because when I was an eight year old child because I made the mistake of running out in thee street in front of a car, and who can say they never made a mistake when they were an eight year old child) WILL NOT GO BACK (and saying that I should be punished for the rest if my life for that mistake is certainly not pro life) to being regarded and treated as subhuman, simply because of those. Therefore, Conservatives and Republicans WILL STOP BEING ROAD BLOCKS to Justice In Health Care TODAY, Wednesday, December Eighteenth,, or Justice From Above will be visited upon them. "Ans the Wicked asked 'When did we see thee....sick. . .and did not care for thee...' . . . and The King Will answer them 'Whensoever you have not done for the least of these, so also you have not dome for me'" MATTHEW 25, verses 31-46. So take notice, Conservatives/Republicans, realize and admit you were wrong and stop being wrong, or else...

HOMOHYPOCRATES

Fred Phelps says "GOD hates Gays". I guess in his so-called "Church" they teach their children to sing "Praise Him, Praise Him, all ye little children, GOD is Hate, GOD is Hate", which is odd, because as I learned it "GOD is Love, GOD is Love". Of course, there is a character in The BIBLE who does stand for hate, but it is not GOD. So, maybe MR. Phelps and his cult should keep that in mind. I know not all Conservatives express themselves with quite the force he does, but "Kill All The Gays" is a Part of The Republican Party Platform. How can such a Party call itself the Party of Lincoln, the man who ended Race based slavery? How can it call itself the limited government party, when it wants the government in the most intimate room in anyone's house, the bedroom? How can it call itself inclusive, I need say no more? And above all, how can a Party that advocates the death of anyone possibly call itself "Pro Life"? Are the hypocrates or self-deceived? I really want to know?

CONSERVATIVEES HAVE AN ODD DEFINITION OF PRO LIFE

We hear a lot on the News about the continued problems with The Health Insurance Market Pace, but very little about its successes. This past week, I did successfully sign up for the Health Care Market Place. I did do it by phone, not directly on the website, and I did have to call back after their system could not process me the first time, but I am now signed up for the marketplace, even though I still need to do a bit of research before signing up with a specific plan. But to hear Republicans tell it, you would think that no one ever had any success at all with signing up for Obamacare. As I like to say "At least President Barak Obama DOES care about those of us for whom the old making money counts more than Healing Patients" System did not work, why don't you?" Republicans would like everyone to think that everything about Health Care Reform is a massive failure so that they can just throw everybody like me under the bus and be done with us, and what they always call the "Liberal Media" is only to happy to oblige. The truth is, the new system can work and is working for millions, while the old system did not work for millions, and those that want to return us to that system and offer no alternatives that solve our problems like the current new system does simply do not care if we all die, in fact they want us all to die, and people that think that have an odd definition of "Pro Life".

I AM NOT A GENETIC DEFECT

Conservatives, particularly Conservative so-called Christians, have this idea that those of us who are Gay, Bi, Transgendered or the like are somehow defective Human Beings, and therefore our lives do not count, which is why people like self-proclaimed Reverend Fred Phelps think that there should be celebration at the Death of any Gay. I will not deny that there are ways in which being Gay is different than being Het., but to make the broad generalization that being different is automatically the same as being Evil is a position that is not defensible either morally or intellectually. Are there some Gays who are Evil? I'm sure there are, but there are also a lot of Evil Hets. But if people weren't different, it would be a very boring world and who is one mortal to say another mortal's genetic make-up is evil or inferior? Yes, genetically we are different, but who made Fred Phelps and those who think like him the moral judges of genetics? Anyone who actually reads The BIBLE knows that Only GOD sits on the seat of moral judgment, so maybe they should stop trying to do GOD'S job of judgment for him and instead focus on feeding the poor and following the rest of what Jesus actually does say will matter at the last Judgement in MATTHEW 25, versus 31-46. It is not for any mortal to make a moral judgement on the core being of another mortal, what our genes make us is between GO/D and every one of us alone, and those who would judge us should remember that.

I WOULDN'T PUT IT PAST THEM

While I of course realize the technology to actually convert Human Beings into Digital Beings that could act as a virus on a computer only exists in science fiction books, movies and television shows, I would not put it past The Republican Party to have created some kind of computer virus and put it on Healthcare.gov in an attempt to sabatage Justice In Health Care having failed to stop it in court or at the ballot box. They are acting like babies who did not get their way about this. The battle to enact Justice In Health Care was hard fought and bitterly debated. But in the end, in case they missed it, Justice Won. There have been other bills that were hard fought and bitterly debated, and not everyone was always happy with the outcome, but once the vote was held, people moved on. Did Democrats hold a vote every two months to repeal or defund The Patriot Act every two months during the remaining years of The George W. Bush Presidency even tough many of us feel that it truly IS the infringement on Personal Liberty that Republicans pretend Justice In Health Care is? No. Because as bad a law as that was, it had its debate and the vote was held and we all learned to live with it and moved on. So why can't Republicans be the same kind of grown-ups about Health Care that Democrats were about The Patriot Act? Because when it works, and IT WILL work, it will expose them for what they truly are. What are they? There is not time or space here to show and prove that in an undeniable way, but when I publish RIPPING THE MASK OFF early next year, here or in print, all will be made clear. So look for that title no later than May 2014.

THE EXTENT REPUBLICANS WOULD REALLY GO TO IF THEY COULD

BIT ROMNEY BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT In the middle of September, all the big wigs in The Republican Party met in The Innermost Circle of Hell for a strategy session on a last ditch effort to stop Justice In Health Care from becoming a full reality. “What can we do?” cried Ed Gregbot, Attorney General of Texas, rolling on the hot coals and pounding his fists like the infant he was. “The Supreme Court ruled against the majority of our suit, and then we lost the election. Justice.gov will be up and running in two weeks, and there's nothing we can do about it. Wan, wan, wan.” “Calm down and stop acting like a baby,” snarled Mit Romney, his Pit Bull like face looking ready to bite. “No wonder our party keeps losing Nationwide Elections. Yes, we lost in court and at the ballot box, but there is still a way to keep subhumans with preexisting conditions from getting Health Insurance and so the industry prosperous, and if we pull it off they will remain in our back pockets forever.” “But you said last year you'd keep that part,” said Don Boner, Speaker of The House. “Traitor.” “Ah,” said Mit Romney. “That was what you would call a lie. More specifically, a ploy to dupe the uninsured into voting for me and win and then throw them back among the dogs they are, where they belong.” “So what is this 'other way'?” asked Ed Gregbot. “You hit the nail on the head, Ed,” said Mit Romney. “The website is to be up and running next month. The website is the key to this awful plan. The website is everything. If the website fails, the whole thing falls apart and goes away.” “So?” said Don Boner slowly. “So we make sure it does fail,” said Pit Bull Romney with a snarl on his face and rabid fire in his eyes. “But how?' asked Ed pointedly. “Even if we create a virus and get it on the website, we can not be sure that it will do what we want. Computer programs do unintended things all the time. So how can we be sure that this will work as we want it to.” “Because,” said Pit Bull Romney, pulling out some kind of strange electronic device. “A human virus will do what we want it to. Farewell, my friends. From now on I shall be known as Bit Romney.” Then he pressed a button on the device and both he and it vanished. A moment later a message appeared on the screen of Don Boner's computer. “I am inside the system. I am on my way to Justice.gov to disrupt, destroy and sabotage. When I am caught, I shall probably be deleted, so this is farewell,. But hopefully I'll ruin the Health Care chances of those that should not have it first. I'll see you all in Hell. Oh, that's right, we're already there.” Sanandra was excited. She'd had no Health Insurance at all in ten years. “All because of a mistake I made when I was a little girl, running out in the street, getting hit and getting a traumatic brain injury,” she had told anyone who would listen a thousand times since Justice In Health Care was enacted two years ago. “And now no Republican can stop me.” At midnight on October First, 2013, she sat at her computer and logged-on to Justice.gov. After a fair amount of reading and consideration, she settled on a plan that seemed to suit her needs and selected it. Right as she clicked on purchase, however, her computer buzzed and a pop-up window came up. “You have tried to perform an illegal function. Connection canceled.” Then not only did that website close, so did her home page and then her computer shut down and would not turn back on. “That's a virus,” she muttered. “I know enough about computers to know that's not just an overload response. I didn't think The Republicans would stoop that low, but I guess they did.” Bit Romney watched in satisfaction as computer after computer crashed on the Justice.gov website at his touch. Time flowed differently in this form, so he was not sure how long it took, but eventually he began to see messages that the website had crashed altogether. Then he moved into ensuring the efforts to repair it failed. Finally, with joy and relief, he saw the word get out on the internet that the whole Justice In Health Care Law was a massive failure and the old Money over People System was coming back. “As it should,” he said. Then he felt the line where he was dwelling being shut down and knew, with relief, that he was going back to Hell, to stay this time.

CAN ANYONE ON THE RIGHT, READ?

Since he calls his Church a Baptist Church, presumably self-appointed Reverend Fred Phelps does believe that in The Person of Jesus Christ, GOD Spoke to us as One of us. If so, perhaps MR. Phelps should try actually READING The Gospels, because, if he did, he would find that nowhere in any of The Four Gospels does Jesus Himself ever say a word either way about what we today call people's Sexual Orientation, and it is an Orientation, not a choice or a preference. What Jesus does say in THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO ST. MATTHEW, CHAPTER 7, verses 1 and 2 is "Do not judge, or you will be judged. For in the same manner you judge others, you will be judged, and with the same measure you use on others, it will be measured to you." So perhaps Fred Phelps and everyone else on The Religious and Political so called Right should keep that in mind and should Read Before they speak. Or is that asking to much?

DEATH

Some may think Tuesday's story is a bit extreme, but as someone who hears that my life is worth nothing and I might as well just kill myself every time a Republican opens their mouth about Health Care Reform since I, like Matt in he story, have the preexisting condition of a Traumatic Brain Injury, labeling the opponents of Health Care Reform as Death seems apt to me, and the Tea Party Temper Tantrums are also a completely accurate reflection. So to me this story is an accurate reflection of who The Tea Party and the overall Republican Party really are. So the next time you watch one them speak on TV.,, remember and know that you are watching The Face of Death Itself. And if you support or even just do not actively oppose them, you are also an agent of death. So, will America ride The Pale Horse or rejected The Rider of The Pale Horse? One year from a week ago last Tuesday, we all must decide, and anyone who votes Republican for even just Dog Catcher will mount a pale horse against everyone like Matt and like me the moment they leave their poling place, so for the sake of THE LORD OF LIFE, DO NOT VOTE REPUBLICAN for even just dog catcher. Anyone who reads this and still votes Republican for even just Dog Catcher does not love or care about me at all and so is no loner my family and no longer my friend. I WILL NOR GO BACK. I HAVE HAD IT. That is all that I have to say.

THE TRUE NATURE OFREPUBLICANS

THE TEA PARTY-DEATH UNMASKED BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT. “I won't let People Like THAT have Health Insurance, even if I have to completely shut down the government to make it not happen,” whined Representative Joseph Street, stamping his feet on the floor and starting to cry. “I don't care if we've only got control of The House of Representatives, it's the Highway for Health Care Reform or for the Entire Federal Government.” The Speaker of The House sighed and tried yet again to explain. “If we shut down The Federal Government over this, it will hurt The Republican Party overall, because The American People will blame us. Besides, we'll never get it through The Senate and even then there aren't enough votes to override a veto.” “I DO'T CARE,” cried Mike Backhand, stamping feet and fists on the ground and whaling so loudly anyone nearby might hear. “If you want to stay Speaker, you'll bring our bill and no other to the floor.” That stopped Jacob Banner in his tracks. He'd waited his whole life to be Speaker of The House, and he didn't want to lose it so soon. “Very well,” he finally said. “We'll have a go at it.” The gavel came down. “The Bill to keep The Government open but repeal The. . .” he took a deep breath, hating the completely wrongheaded, bleeding heart liberal language, but it was the name of the bill, after all. “Justice In Health Care Bill is adopted. We will stand firm. We will not negotiate. We will never surrender. Send the bill to The Senate.” Of course, as predicted, The Senate refused to even consider a bill with this rider attached. Even many Republican Senators said that this was the wrong way to go about this. “Tell The Senate, it's either The Highway for Health Care Reform or for the whole Government,” screamed Representative Street, stamping his feet and crying again Of course, it at first was The Highway for The Government. Everything shut down. All airports were closed, roadwork went undone, even in mid project, Welfare and Social Security Checks were not sent out. Even the military shut down. This last, in light of a new wave of attacks overseas, is what a month into the shutdown compelled The Senate to adopt The House Bill and enabled both Chambers to Override The President's Veto. “I'm sorry, Sir,” the doctor suddenly said, in the middle of administering my kemo treatment. “Your Health Insurance has just revoked your coverage because of your childhood Brain Injury. Your treatment must end.” “But?” I stammered, stunned. “But what about Justice In Health Care? According to the new law, they can't. . .the preexisting conclusion is banned. . .” I start to stammer some more, but the doctor holds up a hand. “In light of the recent attacks overseas, The Senate adopted The House Bill in order to restart The Military, and an hour ago both Chambers Overrode The President's Veto. So people like you are no longer exempt from the laws of nature. Now I can go back to just treating my deserving patients. You might as well go home and hang yourself. You're going to die just the same or worse now anyway.” I do go home, to my now rejoicing Conservative Family. On the way, I contemplate running my car off the road and ending it, thus essentially following my Extremely Conservative Doctor's Advice, but then I decide against it. “No,,” I say aloud to the otherwise empty car. “My Conservative Family chose this. Let them see the consequences.” When I get home, my Brother-In-Law greets me. “Matt, I'm surprised you didn't kill yourself on the way home, in light of today's events.” “On your account,” I reply coolly. “I thought about it. But then I decided why deprive you and everyone else of the great show that is now coming up.” “Show?” says my sister excitedly, for even at thirty-eight she still gets excited about anything new on TV. “Yes,” I say. “Watching me die slowly and horribly from a cancer that could have been treated under the law that banned excluding those of us with preexisting conditions from The Health Insurance Market but now can not because it is undone,” I say with a fake smile that no one returns. Over the next few weeks, many of my friends with no way to now get their ailments treated do kill themselves, but I wait patiently for death to come to me, even as the cancer begins to eat me alive. “Uncle Matt,” my Nephew Will pleads one day. “If you won't kill yourself, at least stay in your room or cover yourself. I can't stand to look at your lesions..” “You can't stand to look at them?” I raise a quizzical eyebrow. “And how do you think I feel, possessing them? But you and your parents chose this last November at the ballet box, so you must see the results.” Three months after my treatment ended, however, I find that I can no longer get myself out of bed. My body is now covered in lesions, and on TV. Republicans are still singing their victory. “Since undoing The Health Care Law, Insurance Companies are making money again,” said The Speaker of The House on TV. the first day I could not even make it to the bedside pan for the bathroom. “Which is, after all, what companies are supposed to do.” There was a time when that would have at least prompted a shout from me, but now the most I can manage is to wet my pants. Every inch of my body is in pain, every hour of every day. I can't eat any more, so there's only one bathroom product that needs cleaning up now. My family stays out of my room as much as they can, but must pass it every time they enter or leave the house. Suddenly, as I hear them entering the house after I know not what, days and hours are all one blur of agony now, I feel immeasurable pain everywhere in my body. I somehow manage to give a cry and right as they all three rush in, I see the horses beneath them, and then I see The Fourth Horseman, Death, unmask himself on TV., ride straight at me, and then my sun and moon and starts forever shatter.

CONSERVATISM RIDES THE PALE HORSE

THE PALE HORSE. BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT. Uninsurable Gunshot Gay was on her way to meet a girl. She couldn't remember her name, but her brother had assured her that this time this blind date really was interested in dating “In Gender” as Thomas had put it. There was an unusually strong spring in her step. “In spite of the fact that I've known who and what I am since I was eleven years old,” she mused. “I've never had a first date with a girl that warranted a second, and dates with boys are boring.” She rubbed the bald patch on her head self-consciously. “Some people can not see past the place where the bullet went in or the damage it did to my brain, of course,” she went on. “But more often it's me who does not call back for a second date.” Then she turned a corner and the smell of fresh pastries wafted up her large nostrils. She walked into Ernie's Bakery, looking around but trying not to be too obvious about it. A Drop Dead and Be Buried Gorgeous Girl in the far corner of the small room noticed her and waved a surreptitious hand. Uninsurable approached at a pace that was quick but not so quick as to draw attention. “Uninsurable?” the girl asked quietly, her eyes darting all around. Uninasurable assured herself that all of the other customers were occupied in their own conversations, then nodded and sat down. “My brother told me, but I've been terrible with names since I got shot in the head at three.” “Christy,” the girl said in a whisper. “But now that we've rondevued here ,let's go somewhere more private to talk.” Uninsurable nodded. “There's an underground Gay Bar a block away. No one knows it's not just some bar but the regulars like Thomas and I.” Christy still looked very nervous, but nodded, so they each bought a roll and then left, five minutes apart, at Christy's insistence When they reached The Silver Fork, they saw all sorts through the window, and some of the tension finally left Christy's face. Entering, as expected, Uninsurable saw that everyone inside was indeed paired with someone of the same sex. “They paint the windows and put in manicans that don't look Gay so that we don't get any unwanted attention,” Uninsurable told a confused looking Christy. “Let's find a seat.” They sat down and their waiter, who also happened to be Thomas's Boy-Friend, had just come over to take their order, when the doors burst open. In rode a figure cloaked and hooded in black and astride a pale horse. “There are no horses in. . .” the manager, Frank started to shout. Instantly the head turned towards him, and the moment he saw what was under the hood, he fell silent and a moment later fell lifeless to the floor. Everyone screamed and ran, but Uninsurable and Christy were not fast enough. Before they made it to the door, the figure pulled out an assault rifle and shot them both in the chest. Then the figure turned to ride away, but as he did they saw the face. “Was that The Speaker of The House or The Gun Nuts Organization Head?” asked Uninsurable, stunned “I'm not sure,” said Christy. “But he also looked a lot like that Pastor that's been railing against Gays and Gay Rights so. Call 911 on your cellular phone, we're both bleeding a lot.” The ambulance took its time, in Uninsurable's opinion, but eventually got there and rushed them to The nearest Emergency Room. Once there, Christy was rushed right in, but when The E.M.T.S started to remove Uninsurable from the ambulance, the pale horse reappeared, only this time its rider wore a doctors coat. “No uninsured patients in this E.R.” he said. “But Sir,” they said. “This is an Emergency Room, and this girl is in an emergency situation.” “Nevertheless,” said The Doctor that now looked like The Speaker of The House astride the pale horse. “Someone with her health history and thus no Health Insurance will not be treated here.” Then Uninsurable saw through all the facades as her heart and breathing slowed. The figure on the pale horse gave a horrible laugh, and then Uninsurable Gunshot Gay let out a last, desperate breath and could not draw another one. “Mommy, Daddy,” she screamed inside her head, and then all went black.

THE SOLE TRUE VOICE OF JUSTICE

Monday Night at Dinner, someone said they might vote for Wendy Davis in next year's Election because his daughter works for her, even though she's the wrong Party. Well, I suppose if you believe that any lunatic with money ought to be able to walk into a gun show and buy whatever guns he wants, regardless of what criminal and mental health history he may have, then Wendy Davis does belong to the wrong Party. If, however, you believe that lunatics and criminals should be no more able to purchase guns at Gun Shows than at Gun Stores, then it is The Republican Party that is THE WRONG PARTY and The Democratic Party that is The Right Party. If you believe that Businessmen at the top of Health Insurance Boards should be able to decide who can and who can not get Health Insurance that could mean the difference between being able to afford Life Saving Treatments or dying of treatable diseases based on a Health History that a patient was either born with or acquired as a child too young to be held responsible for their actions or even withhold some treatments from customers for similar reasons, then Wendy Davis does belong to the Wrong Party. If, however, you believe that all are "Created Equal" and are "endowed by their Creator With Certain Unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and The Pursuit of Happiness" then The Republican Party, which wants to return us to Health Care System that places more value on making money that on making People Well,is THE WRONG PARTY and The Democratic Party is The Right Party. If you believe that People should be shot, stoned or burned alive because of the Biology that they were born with, then Wendy Davis does belong to The Wrong Party. If, however, you believe that it is for GOD Alone to make that kind of Judgement, and not for any Human, then The Republican Party is THE WRONG PARTY and The Democratic Party is The Right Party. In short, if you believe only those who think like you about guns, are in perfect Health and are Heterosexual are entitled to "Life, Liberty, and The Pursuit of Happiness" then Wendy Davis does belong to the Wrong Party. But, if you believe that "Life, Liberty, and The Pursuit of Happiness" should be and are Rights for all, then everything about The Republican Party and its Worship of Death makes it THE WRONG PARTY and The Democratic Party The Right Party. So it all depends on what you think is wrong, saving lives or letting people whose lives could be saved die and even taking part in the taking of life. Whether you believe that life ends when GOD pulls our number or the moment that we are born. So what do you call life? And if you believe The Democratic Party is the wrong Party how can you call yourself Pro Life if you believe a born child is still alive? That is The Question that Conservatives must answer before saying that The Democratic Party is the Wrong Party in any true sense. That is the challenge I lay as I Hurl down my Gauntlet at last To Conservatism and The Republican Party and await them to pick it up. THe Republican Party is THE WRONG PARTY, and as of now I am The Fire that will lay them bare and exposed as what they truly are. . .Death, and so the battle is joined as The Fire, I, am at last lit and start to blaze over the fuel they have supplied me with. BURN ON, THE SOLE TRUE VOICE OF JUSTICE.

WHILE THE NUT CASES RANT, HOW MANY MUST DIE

HOW MANY MUST DIE? BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT. I couldn't believe it. I finally got a gun. I'd wanted one all my life of course, but. . . “Sir, you were diagnosed with multiple personalities and as schizophrenic when you were two, and you've been in and out of Prison since you were fifteen. This is a Respectable, Responsible, Law Abiding Gun Store that would lose its reputation as such if we sold someone like you a gun. . .” was all I heard at every store. “But I just want to target shoot and hunt deer and pheasants,” I protested again and again. “That's what your current, peaceful personality says,” they would always reply. “But what about your more violent personalities. And your other. . .issue?” I never had an answer for any of these, for three of my personalities were rather violent, one of them extremely so. But I could usually tell when she was coming and so would make sure the gun was empty and the ammo put away before she got there. However, I'd tried to explain this the first few times and gotten nowhere, so I did not even attempt it anymore. So, of course, I was thrilled when I heard about the so-called “Gun Show Loophole” and then found out that there was a gun show coming to town a few days later. “If I still lived with my parents,” I told the elephant I shared my apartment with. “They wouldn't let me go, but since I'm on my own now, I can.” “Go for it, Jim,” he said. So, of course, I did. “A six shooter is fine,” I said. “I just want to target shoot and hunt deer and pheasants.” “If that's all,” he said, handing me the gun and taking my money. “Why don't you already have one?” I hesitate, making sure in my mind that the transaction is complete, then answer. “Because this is the first Local Gun Show since I got my own place and gun stores won't sell to someone with schizophrenia, twelve personalities, three of which are quite violent, and a criminal record going back more than half my life. But there are no checks at gun shows.” Before he can respond, I dash off and am out the door with my loaded six shooter and one spare clip I grabbed as I was walking out before anyone has a chance to stop me. I see a heard of deer walking down the street, but there are people too, so I keep my hand in check and engage my feet to follow them. As they and I alone turn onto a side street, the biggest one, walking at the back, suddenly turns around and faces me. “Why are you following us?” he says in a vaguely familiar voice. For a moment I stop, trying to place the voice. Then, suddenly, I know. The man who first gave me shock therapy. “DR. Marshhead!” I cry, raising my gun as the deer facade falls away to reveal my arch nemesis, the man I swore at thirteen I would some day repay for that electricity. “Prepare to pay for your crimes.” “Wait,” he cries. “What are you talking about young man, I'm not a doctor and I've never seen you before in my life.” “Lies,” I scream, and pull the trigger. As he falls, the horse beside him screams and runs at me, so I shoot her too. I hear one of the younger zebras trying to contact the alien mother ship with his beeper device, so I shoot him too. An older young lioness jumps at me, so I shoot her as well. I ready my second clip, knowing I will need it soon as a monkey and a crocodile from the group run at me. After killing them, I reload, then shoot the four charging unicorns. I empty my last two bullets into the two aliens that are about to attack me. That only leaves the crying and terrified looking little boy. “Better strangle him, or he could be a witness,” says a familiar voice in my head. “But they were just deer, lions, crocodile, monkeys, unicorns and aliens,” I tell it aloud. “Why would he care about them?” He looks up, and though the tears still run down and streak it, his face is flushed with anger. “They were my family, you Nut Job. My name is Charles Moses Winchester. Memorize my name and my face. Someday, when I'm older, bigger and stronger, they will be the lat thing you ever see and hear in this life.” Before I can respond, I hear sirens all around me, and then there are police everywhere. One of them picks up the child and rushes him off. “Drop the weapon Sir,” I hear from all directions at once. “It's empty, see,” I hold it up and put my finger to the trigger to show them. My one sane self points out too late that this is a mistake, for they open fire immediately and then all of my worlds collapse.

OPONENTS OF OBAMACARE ARE AGENTS OF DEATH PERIOD

Republicans love to talk about the problems with The Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act, more commonly known these days as Obamacare. But they never like to talk about the problems with the old system that made Health Care Reform necessary. I suppose this makes sense, considering they believe anyone with a Health Issue that makes a money based Health Insurance System not interested in us a subhuman monster and that we should all just kill ourselves or be put to death. But of course while they love to talk about how the Health Exchange Website is not working, they always refrain from mentioning that the reason it is not working is because having lost in court and at the ballet box, THEY hired hackers to sabotage the website so that they could say that the new system is not working. Mit Romney accuses President Obama of lying about people being able to keep their Health Insurance because some companies, private businesses by the way, made the business decision to cash in on their customers and get out of the market, which in some cases has left their customers worse off, but that was the decision of businessman, whom Republicans think are always right, not anything in the actual law that forced their hand. But on the subject of lying, Mit Romney, a Republican, is going to accuse President Obama of lying. Really? After Death Panels? After his Party has refused to even acknowledge that the term "preexisting conditions" exists for more than four years accept once by him in the 2012 campaign? After calling it a government take over of Health Care when it totally depends on the private market? We don't let companies discriminate against people in hiring because of race or gender, so why is it all right, according to Republicans, for Health Insurance Companies to discriminate against those of us with Health Issues, many of which we were either born with or acquired when we were very young children? And make no mistake, that is the system that will return if The Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act is undone,whatever lies they may occasionally throw out as bones to those of us for whom money before patients did not work. It took a long time and a lot if work to finally get this done and if it is undone, it would take no less to get something new in place. And how can anyone that would send us back to the system that put money over patient care possibly call themselves Pro Life? Is the new law perfect? Probably not, but it sure beats the old system for an awful lot of us, and anyone who Truly Cares at all about "Liberty and Justice For ALL" will right now stop trying to undermine Justice In Health Care and start working to make sure it works for everyone, since the only known alternative most definitely does not.

THE QUEER MANIFESTO, THE GATHERING STORM

For years if not Decades or even Centuries, a certain portion of the population has used words like "Fag, Homo and Queer" to try and keep those of us born with different biology down and suppressed, if not stomped into oblivion. They use phases like "GOD hates Gays" to try and tel us to not be who we were born to be. They deny the science that says it's how people are made that makes us Heterosexual, Homosexual or Bisexual ad say we can just choose to be what they want us to be. Even the slang term "Straight" for Heterosexuals is clearly meant to imply that those of us who are Gay are somehow "crooked" and thus less of a Human Being, if even a Human Being at all. And they expect us to just roll over and play dead or sit when they say sit. Well, that ends now. We are here, and yes we are Queer, but we are not going anywhere. We are out of the closets, and we will not go back inside. Closets are for clothes, not for people. If one actually reads THE BIBLE, particularly The Words of Jesus, in whom we Christians Believe GOD spoke to us as one of us, GOD is Love, ,not Hate. Also, if those of us who are Gay are by our very nature evil, then that means that either GOD created something Evil, or Satan can create, neither of which area place I think any of us want to go. To those that say it's against Nature, I suggest they watch nature a it, because Human Beings are not the only animals who sometimes do same sex, for lack of a better term, coupling. So, that leaves us only with Gay Haters mere prejudice, and prejudice is a sign of small mindedness. It has no roots in anything objectively real, and only shows people's ignorance. So, I here name every Gay Hater a small minded and ignorant person. and I say, we're here,we're Queer ad we are not going anywhere. So any Gay Hater that is reading this blog had better just find a way to live with us. To any Fellow Gays reading this blog, I say let us make ourselves heard and demand to finally, fully be regarded and treated as full Human Beings by everyone, and let us not stop until we get there. Let us be a gathering and breaking storm that sweeps away all prejudice against us forever. THE STORM RISES, LET US RIDE IT TO THE END OF ITS RAGE.

THE QUEER MOON SETS

'THE QUEER MOON SETS' BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT Joshua could feel the early urges of his other nature as the afternoon wore on towards evening. He knew it would, it always did in the hours leading up to a full moon, and he always made sure that he knew when all of the full moons were. Monica was not expecting him home tonight, she understood about his condition, and while she didn't like it, she accepted it and loved him anyway. “For which I am very grateful,” he said aloud. “Not all women would be so understanding.” So now, of course, the question was where to go for tonight's transformation? He decided on his usual bar and headed there at once, wanting to be sure that he was in a safe place before the full moon rose and he transformed. The Queer Star was packed, as it always was on these nighs. “The usual I presume, Joshua,” called Daniel, his best friend and the Bar Tender, from looking around, the only “normal” one in the place. “Yes, thank you, Daniel,” he answered with a half smile, sitting down at the counter. He was happy to see his friend, but these nights were never sources of happiness. He preferred coming with Monica under other circumstances. “MR. Pearly Gates's usual,” Daniel called over his shoulder. Five minutes later Joshua Pearly Gates was drinking a large and steaming cup of ale and starting to look around. “Take your pick,,” said Daniel, noticing this. “Everyone here tonight is either a Normal Gay like me or a Were gay like you, and we're all here for the same one thing,” he said. “And it ain't the ale,” he added with a wink. Outside the sun set fully and the full moon rose, and Joshua Pearly Gates felt The Gay awaken inside him and in less than five minutes totally take him over. Joshua started looking around harder, having yet to close the deal in his mind and knowing what might happen if he did not do so soon. If we do not consummate before moon set, he thought. I will die. “I'm off in ten minutes,” offered Daniel. Joshua started to decline, then looked his friend over. He had never really looked at Daniel as a Gay before, since as a Straight Daniel was his best friend and he didn't want to mess that up. But, as he looked at him now, he realized that Daniel was extremely attractive. Bu there was still their friendship. “What happens on Gay Moons,” said Daniel, seeming to read his thoughts, as his friend often did. “Stays on Gay Moons.” Joshua nodded, sitting back to nurse his drink for the next ten minutes. But then, a rough hand grabbed his arm. “I'm not waiting for seconds,” said a very big and VERY attractive man. “You and me, upstairs, now!” “Go,” said Daniel with a smile. “I'll catch you next month.” The other man practically dragged Joshua up to the second floor and into a room, then closed, locked and bolted the heavy door. “You get undressed out here,” the man said. “I need to use the bathroom and then I'll be right with you.” Considering how anxious the man had seemed downstairs, any delay surprised Joshua, but he didn't see any harm in a short wait, and in any case he had no choice since he knew that the bolt was far too heavy for him. “OK,” he said, not knowing what else to say. “I'll be ready when you are.” His other self always dreaded these nights, but once he became a Gay he always enjoyed it. “No strings attached to these nights does have its benefits,” he mused. The stranger's quick stop in the bathroom turned into an hour, then two. “Hey,” Joshua called through the door,” I might need to use that too sometime, and I need to do it before moon set or I'll die.” “Sorry,” came a strangely muffled voice from the other side. “I just. . .” Then came a click from what sounded like the far side of the bathroom, followed a few moments later by a thud that sounded like feet hitting concrete, and then there was silence. Joshua waited a few more moments, then forced the door and entered the bathroom to find it empty. Running to the only window, he found it closed and locked from the outside. Then he saw the note on the mirror, written in red. “Die like the dog you are, Were Queer. You can not have sex with anyone in here, nor can you get out to meet your bar tending friend before moon set. I am with The Secret Sacred Conservative Police, and I have defeated you. Burn in Hell.” Joshua looked desperately around for something to break the window with, but his treacherous companion had thought of everything. Suddenly, as he saw the sky darkening with the setting of the moon, he felt a familiar sensation between his legs. But, this time, rather than ejaculating, his penis caught fire and soon his entire body was aflame. He gave one last, anguished scream, then exploded in a giant fireball. A pile of smoldering ash was all that remained when the hotel staff at last got in to clean the room.

HYPOCRICY AND LIES

Maybe those who oppose The Patient Protection And Affordable Care Act should talk to their family and friends who have Preexisting Conditions and other ailments that made it impossible for us to retain Decent, Basic Health Insurance at an Affordable Rate prior to the new law. They might find that some of us are not asking for the government or anyone else to "give" us free Health Care as Mit Romney alleged in the 2012 Election, we would just like to have a market to choose from, unlike, as in my case, a Risk Pool required by State Law to always be twice the rate of comparable, private coverage as our only option, or, in other people that I have heard about's cases, no options at all. Those of us with preexisting conditions did not CHOOSE to have them, and a Truly Christian Society would not punish us for mistakes we made when we were eight year old children, as in my case, or something that some people were even born with. Anyone who would shut down the government to prevent Justice In Health Care from coming to be and calls themselves a Christian or any other mainline Religion is a Hypocrite and a Liar and should rethink one of these positions and drop it.

GAYS HAVE A RIGHT TO LIFE TOO

There are some in the non Gay Community who might say that this week's story is somewhat over the top. But as a person who is in fact Gay, some of what I hear coming from the mouths of some of the so-called "Religious Right" makes it seem like this is exactly the kind of action that some of them would like to take. For that matter, while perhaps not Officially Sanctioned by anyone But Fred Phelps, this is exactly the action that some of them have taken. Anyone who is truly "Pro Life" regardless of their personal feelings on the issue of sexual orientation,would stand up and make themselves heard against this kind of action, whether government or just mob sanctioned, because we are people too, and People Should Not Be Hunted Down and Killed Like Wild Animals, PERIOD. So I challenge all People who call themselves Pro Life to stand loudly against murder, even if they don't think Gays should have Equal Rights.

HUNTING US DOWN LIKETHE ANIMALSCONSEVATIVES SAY WE ARE, GAY HUNTING

GAY HUNTING. BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT The gavel came down with such force that not only it but the desk beneath it shattered. “And with that,” came the thunderous voice of The Speaker of The House, Fred Homophobe Hatemonger, with his Dread Pronouncement. “All Gays in this country can be hunted down and shot dead on sight like the dogs that they are. So ordered.” As if they hadn't already made it hard enough on people like me, I thought, then I fainted. “John always was a soft touch,” I muttered, looking at my unconscious brother in law. Then I pulled out my revolver and shot him once in the chest and once in the head, just to be sure. “You weren't much sport to hunt, Buddy,” I tell his corpse. “But then you wouldn't have been much sport awake either.” I leave a note of explanation for my wife, his sister, on his undamaged arm, then go out to hunt me some Gays that will, I hope, be a bit of sport to catch. Larry and I ducked into an alley and then an abandoned building. “I think we lost them,” I whisper in his ear. “I hope so, Paul,” he replies. “How did they know about us, though? I never told anyone. Did you?” I laugh. “With a family as Conservative as mine, if I'd ever even just played a Gay Character in a High School Play, I'd have been on the street, so no.” “I guess they have ways of knowing, somehow, to state the obvious,” my Boy-Friend replies. I nod, saying no more, for there is no more to say. When it has been quiet outside for some time, we leave the building, turn in opposite directions to avoid suspicion, and then I head for my home, assuming that he heads for his. My first night Queer hunting is disappointing. Sure, I track down and bag a few of John's friends I knew were Fags too like the dogs they are, but there are no surprises, no big catches, and no one that puts up much of a fight or a chase. I get home to find Liz burning her brother's body with the rest of the trash. “I was mad at first,” she tells me. “But then I thought about it and realized that you were right, he was a piece of trash and a waste of space and oxygen. Did you burn any more trash?” she adds with an anxious hunger. “Just a few of his Fag Friends,” I reply. “No big surprises or big catches. No live in action busts and kills, just people that I already knew about. No one put up enough fight or chase that I would personally even call it hunting, but maybe there will be some fun ones tomorrow night.” “I'll join you on that, Matt, MR. Matthew Thomas, I should say, Queer Hunter.” I chuckle. “Matt will do, Jane.” Larry and I stay out of contact as long as we can stand. Every night the news reports how many “Queers Bagged last night and today,” with no more comment or reflection than reporting the deer numbers in deer hunting season or the rainfall in wet season, which is pretty much all year in Vancouver, Washington, I thought one of the more Liberal cities in the country, but then, the whole Nation has gone mad with this 'Queer Hunting'. I hear from friends all over the country three times a week or more about more summary executions of People whose only crime is Being Gay, many of them teenagers too young to have ever done anything about it, even if it didn't take them as long to figure things out as it took me. But, of course, you can't stay away from someone you truly love forever. “Paul,” he says when we meet in the sub basement of a long abandoned building. “I know we have to be. . .” he struggles for a strong enough term. “Beyond careful,” he finally compromises on. “But I couldn't stand to be away from you for another hour.” “I know, Larry,,” I say. “I feel the same. But since we may only have a short time, let's not dwell on the outside world. Let's focus on us, at least for these few minutes.” He nods and we start to kiss. Suddenly though, I hear something. Footsteps? From Larry's suddenly wide eyes, I know he hears them too. “Let's get out of here,” I begin, when I hear to clicks, one behind me and one in front of me, behind Larry. “Too late to run, Queers,” says a harsh, female voice. “You broke the Laws of God and man. Now you'll pay. And don't expect any mercy from me, I burned my own brother's body this afternoon after my husband shot him because he was a Fagot, so we certain;y won't be showing any mercy to strangers.” “Why can't you just leave us a,lone,” I cry. “We're not hurting anyone. We're not even asking for the right to marry or anything, just half an hour togeth. . .” I stop and scream as I hear a bullet and then feel it connect with my skull. Larry is sobbing as another connects with his skull. Then my brain explodes in a red universe of agony and then everything goes black and is gone. Matt and Jane Thomas looked down at the corpses for a moment. Then they spat on them, poured the oil they had brought with them all over both, lit a match, threw it at the pile and then walked away from the burning pile of trash.

MURDER IS MURDER

How can the same people who espouse "Kill All The Gays" then go on to call themselves "Pro Life" just because they oppose a woman having control over her own body? Pro Life should mean all phases of life, not just until the end of The Birth Canal, and all people's lives should be equally valued. Would Conservatives be pro live birth in all cases if there was a test that could be done on a fetes that could determine with one-hundred percent certainty whether or not a child would be a Homosexual when he or she grew up. If no, then they are not truly "Pro Life" and if yes then they should let us live our lives without fear of being killed because of the biology we were born with. IT IS TIME FOR CONSERVATIVES TO CHOOSE WHETHER OR NOT THEY ARE TRULY PRO LIFE, SO TO ALL OF THE CONSERVATIVES OUT THERE, I SAY, CHOOSE! NOW!

SECONDS FOR EVERYONE

SECONDS FOR EVERYONE' BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT “There should be no restrictions at all on who can buy guns,” said Colt Bonehead Oozy, The Head of The Nut Case Rebellious Anarchists on TV. after the latest shooting. “Everyone should have the right to buy a gun. The Second Amendment does not say “except children, except the mentally ill or except those with criminal backgrounds” it says “The Right of The People To Keep And Bare Arms Shall Not Be Infringed” Period. Therefore, all such restrictions should be done away with.” “At least,” I cried. “I can get a gun.” I'd spent the better part of my fifteen years in Juvenile Detention, mostly due to my schizophrenia and Multiple Personalities, Freddie, in particular, was quite violent, but I still ought to be able to target shoot if I want to. “Not so fast, Norman,”said my ,mother. “His opinion does not make it policy.” She was technically right, of course, but since both The Executive and The Legislative Branches of The Federal Government were firmly in the control of Republicans, and everyone knew that the top People of The Republican Party all but slept with Colt Oozy, I knew it was only a matter of time. To my parents horror, I was right. “Don't worry,” I told my parents as we watched President Fire Arm Gun Brain sign The Restoration of The Second Amendment Bill into law. “I won't shoot you.” “You won't, Norman,” said my father. “But what about Freddie. And what about people you don't like.” “I'll just use it for target shooting, I promise,” I said. “And only I will handle it. When I feel someone else, particularly Freddie, coming, I'll empty it and lock it up.” I don't think they believed me, but as I had been saving my money for years and there was a gun store a block away, there was nothing they could do. “I'd like a '38 Special, please,,” I said, walking up to the desk. “That's expensive, kid,” said the clerk. “You look a bit young to write a check, and I don't see any parents with you, so. . .” I pulled out my wallet. “Will five hundred cash do?” I asked, handing him five crisp one-hundred dollar bills. “They're real, you can check,” I said, sensing his next objection. “I've been saving for ten years.” Five minutes later I was headed for the door with my new gun. “So,” said a mocking voice I knew and hated all too well. “Retard Boy has a gun now?” I felt Freddie starting to come up, and fought to keep him down. “Yes, Charlton Wayne, and unless you want to have worse mental health than me, I suggest you keep your big mouth shut.” He starts to laugh, which is the one thing that I was really hoping he would not do. “Nobody laughs at Norman,,” I now Freddie say in my own voice, causing everyone else to back away. Before Wayne Charlton can respond, I load my new gun, put it right to his chest, look right into his wide and frightened and tear filled eyes, smile, and pull the trigger. Then I leave and Norman walks home and shoots himself in the head, not wanting to go to jail, and so we all eleven die.

THE VOICE OF EXPERIENCE

Obviously, no one in The Tea Party has ever gotten a letter from a Health Insurance Company saying that because the company had found out that they had a Traumatic Brain Injury when they were eight years old, the company is cancelling their policy. As someone who has gotten such a letter and has consequently felt like all of those of us with "Preexisting Conditions" are regarded as subhuman for the past twelve years, I wish they would just let us be Fully Human again, since Obamacare's specific ban on the preexisting conditions exclusion specifically does restore our Full Humanity. Texas does have a Risk Pool that while required to always be twice the rate of comparable, private coverage, is still better than what people with preexisting conditions who live in States that do not even have this have had to deal with. But for me, it is not even about the money as such anymore. The U.N. Charter Declares descent, basic health care at an affordable rate as a Basic Human Right, and while I know that many on The Political Right detest The U.N., since The U.S. is a member, we are a party to that charter. Therefore, those that want to return us to a totally market driven Health Care System are denying the very Humanity of all of those of us for whom a Profits Over People Based Health Care System did not work. That is why I have felt like those of us with preexisting conditions were regarded as subhuman by The Health Insurance Industry and are regarded as subhuman by Republicans. So perhaps they could think on us before they make another go at derailing Health Care Reform and not think ONLY of trying to embarrass a twice democratically elected President of The United States, and think on the as well: AT LEAST HE DOES CARE, WHY DON'T THEY?

AN ULTIMATUM FOR JUSTICE

With all due respect to peace, love and understanding, there comes a time, there comes a point, when one simply has to stop apologizing for who one is, stop retreating, turn to face the foe, draw a line in the sand, plant one's feet firmly on the ground, square one's shoulders and draw one's sword. For me, that point came at Midnight on the night of Monday,, September Thirtieth into Tuesday, October First, 2013. For those of you who do not know, when I was eight years old I sustained a Traumatic Brain Injury as the result of being the pedestrian in an auto-pedestrian accident. Because of my "Preexisting Condition", for the past nearly twelve years I have been unable to retain Private Health Insurance and have had A Risk Pool required by state Law to always be twice the rate of comparable, private coverage as my only option. Bad as this may be, at least I have this option. I have heard stories of people with preexisting conditions in some States that do not even have this option. And then, right as those of us in this boat are on the brink of gaining some relief from this discrimination, The Republicans throw a Hail Mary Pass to stop it by shutting down the Government. Of course, this did not stop the already passed and funded law from taking effect. But that is beside the point that I am pursuing here. The Republicans have tried but failed for over two years now to undo this law, and yet none of the very few alternatives they have even put forward do anything to address the real, core problem with the old system, that it put making money ahead of taking care of Patients. I have no problem with the idea of making a profit on a commodity, but Life and Health are not a commodity, and yet The Republican Party seems Hell Bent on returning us to a system that treated them as such. They have crossed my line in the sand. I say NO MORE. This close to being regarded and treated as a full Human Being again, I WILL NOT GO BACK. So, to those of my so called family and friends who tend to trend Republican, I issue this ultimatum: Tell me, to my face,, looking me in the eyes the entire time, that those that oppose even one Comma of Obamacare do not speak for you, will not have your vote in 2014 unless they publicly come out for every comma of the law and you will end all association with anyone who does not completely come around to this position, or become my enemy. If you choose the latter, I will not act out against you in any way, but I will not come to your house for any reason, event or Holiday, I will not sit with you when you come to our house, and I will not sit with you in restaurants or anywhere else. You will be a stranger to me, even if I have known you all of my life. It is your choice, but make it soon, the longer this nonsense in D.C. goes on,the worse everything gets. To those whom I already know agree with my position on this matter, I also have an ultimatum, albeit a less extreme one, it is simply this: Either Stand beside me and draw your own sword to join mine, or get and stay THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY, BECAUSE AS OF MIDNIGHT LAST MONDAY NIGHT, I AM TAKING NO PRISONERS. THIS IS WAR!

BEING GAY IS NOT SO DIFFERENT

Just because a person is born with different biology, does not mean that we are any less Human. Those of us who are Gay have the same hopes, fears, aspirations and exasperasions as everyone else. We sleep, we wake, we eat, we laugh, we cry, we complain about the whether or the government or work or whatever just like everyone else. Some of us are sports buffs, some of us are not. We're really not so different. We just happen to be hormonally and romantically attracted to members of our own sex, not the opposite. But there are just as many of us that want a monogamous, committed relationship as Heterosexuals, we are not all after free love everywhere. So perhaps the rest of the world could just let us be who we are and love who we are able to. Just a thought.

MY OWN FAMILY WOULD DANCE ON MY GRAVE

When I was eight years old, I sustained a Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) as the result of being hit by a car. Because of this, as an adult, once I became too old to be covered through my father's Health Insurance, I have been unable to retain Private Health Insurance because of my "Preexisting Condition". Obamacare makes it illegal for a private Health Insurance Company to do this, while no alternative put forward by Republicans even acknowledges that the term exists. So this latest, last ditch effort (and in the ditches it is, in every possible sense) to stop Justice In Health Care from taking effect to me really does feel like every Republican I know, including members of my own family, would dance at my death. If thus is incorrect, some Republican Reader can leave a comment explaining how, otherwise, I am right.

CONSERVATIVES' TRUE NATURE, DANCING AT DEATH

'DANCING AT DEATH' BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT “The young and the healthy should not sign-up for so called 'Justice In Health Care'. After all, what is just about forcing you to buy something you don't want and will never need,” I said on my latest radio interview. Of course, my colleagues on the left had a different view. “Anyone can have a heath emergency at any time, Lucian,” they said. “And if Healthy People do not sign up, The Insurance Industry will still refuse to cover People With Preexisting Conditions and the whole effort will have been in vain and will collapse.” “Which means what to me?” I asked bluntly. “People who made bad choices earlier in life should pay for them later in life. That's the way things work.” They became so flustered at this that none of them had an immediate answer and so I walked away. To their consternation and my delight, my fellow People on The Right in every possible sense of the word and my message seemed to be working. “Very few signing up for Health Insurance under 'Justice In Health Care',” reported the evening news anchor near the end of March, 2014. “Causing a danger of the whole thing collapsing.” Of course, they paraded a bunch of people who had not been able to buy Health Insurance under the old system and would not be able to maintain insurance coverage and get their conditions treated if the new system collapsed and their sob stories across the airwaves, but to my surprised delight much of the public was too clever to fall for that. On the critical day at the end of March, there are not enough Healthy People signed up and the new system breaks down, thankfully. “People denied coverage prier to 'Justice In Health Care' having their newfound coverage taken away all across the country,” reported the News Anchors across the country. “Operations halted, and patients turned out of the hospital in mid stream or mid treatment.” “You see what your kind have done, Lucian,” says the Democratic Majority Leader of The House when reports of these, can they really even be called 'people' dying in droves begin to come in. “It's not my fault they made bad choices earlier in life,” I respond. “Many of them were born with these conditions, and got them through no fault of their own,” she screams at me. “Or made mistakes as very young children. You can't classify them as criminals, or put them in that same class, for that.” I walk away before she starts crying, as everyone on the left, male and female, always does about this. A month after the deadline, the last already in treatment person with a preexisting condition who had their treatment halted when the horrible new system collapsed dies, and in the following weeks others with preexisting conditions and other restrictions under the old and, thankfully, restored system, also begin to die. By the time of The 2014 August Recess, everyone who could not get Health Insurance on their own merits is dead, and so when I get off the plain, I begin dancing in the streets. Soon I see an old friend and former colleague and when I tell him “I'm dancing in the streets because every American unworthy of Health Insurance is now dead,” he joins me. Soon, a large group of us are dancing in the streets at the deaths of those who were unworthy of lie anyway, and when a woman cries that her son was born with only one kidney and so it wasn't his fault, we sing “Proud To Be An American” so loudly that she is drowned out and leaves. I hear of similar street dances elsewhere in the county, in fact everywhere in the country we Republicans all dance in the street at the deaths of the uninsurable the entire month of August, and when I have to fly back to Washington for other business, such as dismantling Medicaid, at the end of August, the dancing in the streets at the deaths of those unworthy of any Health Care at all are still going on. SHUTTING DOWN THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT TO STOP HEALTH CARE REFORM IS NO BETTER THAN THIS AND THOSE WHO WOULD DO SO IN REALITY ARE NO BETTER THAN THOSE DANCING IN THE STREETS IN THIS STORY, IN FACT THEY ARE THOSE DANCING IN THE STREETS.

TELL REPUBLICANSWHERE TO GO, AND STTAY THERE

Let all of us with Preexisting Conditions and other restrictions to purchasing Health Insurance under the old System Tell Republicans where to go and stay there by signing up for The Exchanges or other options under the new system on the first day, October First,2013.

THE CONSERVATIVE TEN COMMANDMENTS, WHAT THEY ARE REALLY LIKE

THE CONSERVATIVE TEN COMMANDMENTS. FIRST AND FOREMOST: MONEY IS THE LORD THY GOD, THOU SHALT HAVE NO OTHER GODS BEFORE MONEY. SECOND: THOU SHALT NOT FEED THE LEAST OF THOSE AMONG THEE WHEN THEY ART HUNGRY. THIRD: THOU SHALT GIVE NOTHING AT ALL TO DRINK TO THE LEAST OF THOSE AMONG THEE WHEN THEY ART THIRSTY. FOURTH: THOU SHALT NOT WELCOME THE LEAST OF THOSE AMONG THEE WHEN THEY ART A STRANGER. FIFTH: THOU SHALT NOT CLOTHE THE LEAST OF THOSE AMONG THEE WHEN THEY ART NAKED. SIXTH: THOU SHALT NOT CARE FOR THE LEAST OF THOSE AMONG THEE WHEN THEY ART SICK. SEVENTH: THOU SHALT NOT VISIT THE LEAST OF THOSE AMONG THEE WHEN THEY ART IMPRISONED. EIGHTH: THOU SHALT RAPE THE PLANET LITERALLY TO DESTRUCTION. NINTH: THOU SHALT GIVE ABSOLUTELY NO EDUCATION AT ALL TO ANY CHILD WHOSE PARENTS CANNOT AFFORD TO AND OR DO NOT CHOOSE TO SEND THEM TO A PRIVATE , PROVOCIAL SCHOOL. TENTH: THOU SHALT INSTANTLY STONE TO DEATH ANYONE THAT THOU EVEN SUSPECTETH MAY BE A HOMOSEXUAL OR A BISEXUAL, EVEN IF THAT PERSON BE THINE OWN CHILD.

COMING OUT

For those of my readers who do not already know, I, Matthew Lucas Beckett, am Gay. And who is someone who thinks that I should not have the Right to decent, basic Health Care at a reasonable rate simply because I had a Traumatic Brain Injury when I was an eight year old boy to judge me? For details, read THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO SAINT MATTHEW, CHAPTER 25, versus 31 through 46.

QUEERS AND FEARS, THE PRICE OF PREJUDICE

QUEERS AND FEARS. BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT “And with that signature,” said the reporter on The 5:00 TV. News. “Simply being Gay in The United States of America becomes an offense punishable by death. In other news. . .” I never learned what that other news was, though, because I had to turn the TV. off before Mark put his foot through it. “Damn them,” said my little brother. “I just figure out who I really am, after three years of confused searching, and then they make it a Capital Offense.” “Well,” I said, trying hard to calm him before anyone less sympathetic heard through the open window. “You'll just have to be careful.” “As in hide who I truly am from everyone,” he replied. “Well, that shouldn't be too hard, since I've been doing it for a year from everyone but you and Dave, even our parents.” Dave, my husband, while I was a Heterosexual Woman and he a Heterosexual Man, was much less judgmental than the rest of our family, he and I being the only ones Mark had felt safe to tell that he was Gay without fear of total rejection. Dave and I sympathized with Mark, but of course, across town, not all of our family was having this reaction. “Good,” said MR. Bullhead. “Now people like that can be hunted down and shot like the dogs they are.” “They'll still get a trial,” said his friend Puck, who was a Police Officer. “It can't be mob rule, even with this, or society will collapse.” “Yes,” said MR. Bullhead. “But if there is an immediate threat of penetration from a fag, on a cop or someone else, it's now the same as if they are about to shoot someone, so then deadly force can be used. My son Mark, daughter Lisa and son-in-law Dave are coming over for dinner tonight. Would you like to stay?” “Like to yes,” said Puck. “Can I, no, however. It's the first night of Queer Patrol, since we've known this was coming and been preparing fir it for months. We want to make a strong showing the first night, so they won't show themselves again. So, I'd better be going. Say high to the kids for me.” “I'll do that,” said MR. Bullhead. “Go out there are cuff a queer for me.” Puck nodded, then left. Tragically, this night was not to go as anyone expected. “Mark,” I said. “Come on. We're having dinner with Dad. You don't need to look ready for romance with our father.” Dave was already waiting in the car, and I had been ready for at least fifteen minutes. When Mark finally emerged, my lower jaw hit the floor. His golden blond hair was more washed, pressed and shiny than I had ever seen it. His clothes were perfect, more perfect than I had ever seen them. He had done a shaving job like I had never seen. There was not even the slightest hint of a hair anywhere on his face, not even peeping out of his rather large nose, a place he'd never managed to get completely clean of hair before. His colored contacts emphasized the green of his eyes more than ever, and his teeth looked whiter than I ever remembered them being. But most of all I noticed what I did not see, the scar across his right cheek from the dog attack when we were children. “I see my countenance surprises you, Lisa,” he said with a brilliant smile. “Yes, I know how to do make-up. I have been in the theater most of my life, after all. I know we're going to Dad's, but who knows? I might find someone and get lucky later on on this last night, since they cannot possibly be ready to enforce this new law immediately.” I was not sure whether to smile or scream, so I shook my head and went out the door. Dad was puzzled by Mark's appearance when we arrived. “I have a big date later tonight,” Mark explained, leaving out that it was with someone he had not yet met and that that someone would be a man. Dinner was delicious food wise but scarce in conversation, since the one thing that I knew was on all of our minds was the one thing that we all knew we couldn't discuss. Fortunately, Dad did not bring it up either. After dessert and a drink, we drove back to our place and Dave and I headed for bed, since we did have work the next day. Mark, however, being in the summer between High School and College and so not having any immediate responsibilities, said that he was heading out for a night of fun. “Be very careful,” I called after him. He smiled and waved. I wish he'd listened. GOD how I wish he'd listened. “First night out on Queer Patrol, Officer Puck Triggerfinger reporting in,” I said into my radio as I drove around,looking for illegal Queer Activity. “No sign of any Fag. .. wait, young male, dressed the part, approaching. No sirens, I don't want to frighten off a collar or frighten an innocent.” “Can I help you, Officer,” said a voice that did not seem right coming from a man and that was vaguely familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. “Depends,” I said in my huskiest official police sounding voice. “What are you doing out here, Young Man?” “Looking for Love,” he said. “Or at lest one night of. . .companionship.” My first Queer Collar, I thought excitedly. Well, on his head be it. They should just have kept quiet. Whatever sentence he gets, he deserves. But, of course, I had to wait for an actual proposition to act. “Well,” I said. “Out on the street is an odd place to do that. Why not one of The Singles Clubs?” “I don't think they serve the kind of drink I'm looking for,” said the. . .could I even say Young Man, he looked little more than a boy. His words confirmed what I already suspected, but I still needed more to make an arrest. “I know some places,” I said, which was true, I did, even though the only place I was really taking him was The County Lockup. “Why don't you get in. These streets are dangerous at night, especially for one so young.” He hesitated at first, but then came a scream from the darkness and he quickly got in. Once inside, he looked me over. “Or we could just go somewhere,” he offered. I had enough there to bring him in, but this was my first arrest of this nature, and I wanted to be sure it stuck, so I agreed to go to a nearby motel in a neighborhood where people didn't ask too many questions. I wish I had just arrested him. GOD how I wish I had just arrested him. When we reached the motel, we checked in and were alone in a room in seconds. Then we each began to undress, he clearly enjoying this a lot more than me. Once we were both naked, we climbed into the bed and began caressing each other. I felt his erection moving towards my mouth. It was time. From beneath the pillow, I removed my handcuffs and started to slap them on him. “You are under arrest for Queer Activity,” I said. “What?” he cried. “I thought.. . You tricked me. . .that's entrapment. . .and besides. . .” His words failed as he jammed his penis into my unwilling mouth and began ejaculating, clearly having come too far to stop. “This is assaulting a Peace Officer,” I shout, “stop or. . .” I break off as I feel a second round of ejaculating start in my mouth. Without a second thought, knowing only that this is assault and so I am justified, I grab my Service Revolver from under the bed, set it against his madly pumping chest, and fire. He goes still at once. But in the moment before his life empties completely, our eyes at last meat. “Mark?” I gasp in horror. “Puck?” he replies with a wheeze, and then my best friend's only son dies in my arms.

BREAKNG NEWS

Breaking News to The Homophobic Community, if you know more than twenty-five people,, you probably know someone who is a Homosexual, and guess what, we do not have horns. All we want is to live our lives and be treated as Human Beings, just like everyone else. Tomorrow's post will show how we could be your neighbor, your friend or even your son, so maybe you should rethink your incorrect position and come around to the correct position that we are not in fact so different. Or, you can keep hating and killing us and see where the road of hate leads, but there are no pearls at its end.

LEFT ON THE TABLE, THE HUMAN AND THUS TRUE COST OF ENDING JUSTICE IN HEALTH CARE

LEFT ON THE TABLE BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT The operation was at its critical mid point when the call came through. My Niece, Nicole, had been sick for two years. The Cancer had first appeared when she was twenty-eight, but at the time there had been nothing that could be done but watch and wait. Since she had been born with only one kidney, no Health Insurance Company would come near her even before the diagnosis, and certainly not after. “You should just accept your fate, Nick,” I tried to explain to her more than once. “Sometimes The Lord gives us a long life, and sometimes not. If He wanted you to have a long life, he wouldn't have made you subhuman by giving you just one kidney.” Even though that was true, saying it aloud had been a mistake. My sister had thrown me out and not let me back in her house for two months, and only then after an on my belly apology to Nicole, who had only just now, more than a year later, let me start calling her Nick, as her family and friends did, again. Then, of course, came the horrible health care reform law that said Insurance Companies could no longer discriminate against people like her, and even though I and every other Republican in the country had been working hard ever since to get it undone, we had not yet succeeded when she signed up first for Health Insurance. There had been signs, recently, of hope for repealing or at least defunding the awful idea, but these had not achieved the desired end before she had signed up for the operation to fight her cancer. I still thought, as a subhuman monster, she should just accept her fate and die, especially since the law might be undone any day now, but I kept my moth shut for I knew what my bleeding heart liberal sister, Nick's mother, would do and say if I voiced this opinion. There had been weeks of waiting and preparing, of course. This was not an operation one just had done and then left, and each day those of us on the right side of Health Care Reform, firmly against it, got closer to winning. After all, if a client can not help a company earn a profit, the company should not be compelled to keep them on. But at last the blasted day came. We all went to the hospital, even me. We were all in the waiting room, waiting for who knew what. Suddenly, though, we all turned to The TV. News as we heard the words I'd been waiting for for a long time. “And in a stunningly fast maneuver, both Chambers of Congress have just overridden President Davison's Veto of his Landmark Justice In Health Care Act. So the law is gone, immediately, and everything reverts to what it was before.” Two minutes later,, the doctors came out. “What happened?” Screamed my sister. “You're too early. Did she die?” A doctor shook his head. “We legally had to stop, where we wee, when the call came through about the law. We were right at the critical point, but we cannot go on. You can go in and see her, but by law there is nothing more we can do.” Then they walked away, leaving my sister and her husband, for once, thankfully, speechless. When we made it to the operating room, we found Nick wide awake, wide open, and screaming. “What in the . . .?” she fought to find words. “'So called Justice in Health Care' was just undone, so the doctors had to stop, right where they were, by law,” I explain. “I told you that. . .” I stop at the looks on her parents' faces. If looks could kill. “So what now?!” she screamed in agony. “Now you get The Hell out of my Hospital and die somewhere else, Monster,” says the director of The Hospital, a former High Raking Republican Congressman whose name escapes me at the moment. “NOW.” We grab the screaming girl by feet and head and start to carry her out. Right when we come to the long hall that the doors lie at he other end of, however, Nick's screams cease. Looking down, we see her last breath leave her lungs and no more come in. “If you say that she deserved this or that this is as it should be, John,” my sister says. “I'll push you out that fifth floor window over there. They didn't even close her up. We'll have to bury her like this.” “You could cremate. . .” I start to say, when my brother-in-law's fist connects with the back of my head and I know no more.

ARM EVERY TEACHER

ARM EVERY TEACHER BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT Following the latest school shooting, in a small mid western town, there was once again much talk of Gun Control. “No,” said Cartridge Bulletbrain, Head of The Nut case Rebellious Anarchists, of which I was a proud, card carrying member. “What we should do is arm every teacher. If there had been one teacher with a gun in that school, that madman could not have done all of that killing.” “That's right,” I said. “Give us the ability to protect our charges, and we'll do it.” To my astonished delight, this correct view of things actually prevailed. Two weeks after the incident, every teacher at my school had a concealed carry permit, and everyone did. So, when I see a group of five masked people charge through the metal detectors, weapons emerging and starting to blaze, I think we are ready. I pull out my colt-45 and start shooting at them. They return fire and soon our bullets are flying all over. Doors burst open, teachers emerging with their guns drawn and blazing, children crying, screaming, shouting and everyone running every which way. I scream in anguish as I see one of my bullets hit a child. “Get out of the way, children,” I cry at the top of my lungs. A bullet grazes my ear from behind, and I whirl to see if one of the intruders has made it past me, but there are so many guns blazing and bullets flying now, it is impossible to tell who is shooting at who. “Allen,” scrams a colleague as she runs past my ear. “Get the children out of here, now! This is a blood bath.” I start trying to round up children even as I continue shooting, I hope at the intruders, although they seem to be everywhere now. I scream as all around me children I have known all of their school age lives and colleagues I have known for many years fall. I start rushing the remaining children I can gather up towards the door, when I feel something crash into and crush the back of my skull and my world shatters. THE PLICE REPORT FROM JOHN WAYNE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL: 450 ELEMENTARY AGE STUDENTS, 20 FACULTY MEMBERS, 1 PRINCIPLE, 5 INTRUDERS. ALL 476 ACCOUNTED FOR. ALL 476 DEAD.

THE UNEXPECTED CRUSH

GAY SURPRISE. BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT. I could feel my heart skip a beat as Gabe knocked on the door. “Jacob, let me in. We agreed not lock each other out, remember?” “Just a minute, Gabriel,” I called, knowing that he only liked Sam to call him Gabe. I look around the room. The candles are too much, too obvious, I decide and quickly put them away. I give the room one last, critical look. Everything else is perfect. Then I walk over and open the door to see Gabe's gorgeous face looking impatient and cross. “Sorry, Buddy,” I say. “I was just straightening up a bit.” This is not a total lie, even though it is also not the whole truth. Gabriel's face relaxes. “Sorry I was impatient Jacob,” he says apologetically. “I guess I'm a bit cross because Sam won't be joining us tonight.” “Oh?” I say, doing my best to look like this is news to me, even though I actually asked Laura and Martha to make sure that they kept his girl-friend away from our dorm for this evening. I don't mind that he has a girl-friend, I know he can never love me as I love him, but some time alone would be nice, and certainly tonight we need privacy. His exceptionally large nostrils sniff and then he breaks into his brilliant smile, causing my erection to harden into solidity. “Meatloaf,” he says with delight. “And you remembered that I like French Fries with it, not Mashed Potatoes.” He sniffs again. “And Garlic Bread.” One more sniff. “And Caramel Pudding. What's the occasion? You haven't made my whole favorite meal in a long time.” He pauses. “And I know when we eat here, it's always you. You just don't usually go quite this all out.” It is true that since the cafeteria closed for repairs two months ago, either I cook or we go out. I know Gay Men liking to cook is a stereotype, but for me it's also true. I decide to hold off on the full scoop. Gabe knows I'm Gay, of course, but the rest of what I want to share tonight he does not know. But I think it better to eat first, so I simply shrug. “Didn't have any classes this afternoon and decided to make a treat for my best friend,” I pause, then think and quickly add “and his girl-friend. Pity she can't join us.” I am relieved to see that he did not seem to notice my blunder. He smiles again, making between my legs even harder. “Well,,” he says. “I've been in classes all afternoon and I'm famished. So, if it's ready, let's eat.” We Say a quick Grace and then I serve both of us hot Meatloaf, French Fries and Garlic Bread. Gabe dives in with averas gusto at once, but I spend as much time looking at him and thinking about later this evening as I do eating. At first, this does not attract his attention, for he's always been more of an eater than I am. Since he is more than a foot taller than me, played football through High School and weighs close to if not more than a hundred pounds more than me (it's not a subject we discuss regularly, so I'm not sure of an exact amount) this makes sense. But when he starts on his third helping and I'm barely more than half way through my first, he stops. “Are you all right, Jacob, Jake?” he asks. It always makes me especially hard when he calls me Jake, which is why I usually insist on Jacob, and I'm already VERY hard this evening. “I'm having thirds, and you've barely touched your firsts.” I dive into my food. “Sorry, Gabriel,” Oh how I want to say 'Gabe', but it's still too early in the evening, The other girls promised they'd keep Sam away until 10, so thee is time. “Just got my mind on other things, I suppose.” Gabriel nods. “That boy in English Class today?” he suggests. Well, I can't deny that the young man who sits next to me in our English 101 Class is HOT. In strictly physical terms he's got Gabe beat by a wide margin, but my feelings for Gabe have become so much more than just physical, plus I don't even know this other young man's name. But, as now is not quite the right time yet to show my full hand, I nod. “He is HOT,” I add. “Well,” says Gabriel. “I wouldn't know about that personally. But I do know that he is your type.” “Can't deny that,” I say, leaving unsaid that while not as extreme, Gabe has many of the features that make our classmate my type. It is remarkable that my friend knows the facial features I like, apart from this young man possesses them more than anyone we've ever known, and yet has never guessed that I might be attracted to him. Of course, I reflect. He might not think that such feelings could arise between friends as old as us, since he only met Sam in High School. She's only ever let anyone here call her Sam. So I suspect her given name is something other than Samantha, but I've never found out for sure. As I've been musing, Gabe and I have devoured all of the meatloaf, French fries and garlic bread. Gabe gives me a rather sheepish look. “That was at least two meals. What would our mothers say?” We both give a slightly nervous laugh, although there is also the comfort of old friends in it. “Well,” I answer when I'm done chuckling. “They'd definitely say that we do not get any dessert. However, as they're not here, and I did make your favorite for that as well, once we've cleaned this up, let's have the pudding.” Gabe laughs, and I barely keep things in check, but do manage t do so. “Sounds good, Jake, Jacob. Sorry, I know you prefer the whole thing. Maybe someday. . .whatever his name is, will call you Jake and you'll like it.” “It's possible,” I say as we carry the dishes to the sink of our small kitchen. “Although I have no data to suggest that he is also Gay.” “True,” says Gabriel with a nod, running the hot water into the dish tub and then pouring in the soap. “But then, as close a lid as you keep on it, and I know why, you don't need to explain, no one you didn't tell would know that you're gay, either, Jacob. . . unless they spotted the glances you give certain guys, and that alone would not make them certain without confirmation.” Our hands touch in the dishwater, and it takes a mighty effort to keep things under control, but I do. “Fair point,” I say after a moment. We finish the dishes in silence, and then I serve the pudding and we sit down to dessert. This time, I make sure to match Gabe scoop for scoop, so that he won't think anything out of the ordinary is going on. After dessert is also devoured in its entirety and cleaned up and all of the dishes put away, we sit down side by side on the couch, although it is still an hour until any TV. worth watching is on, and two hours until the earliest Sam will return. “OK, Jacob” says Gabriel, turning his Strong, Gorgeous and HOT face full upon me, causing my hormones to do cartwheels and summersalts inside my tight balls and rock solid penis, but still remaining inside, with a great effort on my part. “Something has been up all evening. We've known each other too long and been best friends for all of that time for me not to notice. Are you dying? Are you leaving school? Did you get a date with whatever his name is? Are your parents moving to Africa or The Middle East? It's something big. Everything has been too perfect and you've been too evasive for it to be small or even mid range. I know you well enough to know all of that beyond doubt, but I can not read your mind. So out with it. Say what you've got to say.” I hesitate a moment. What if this ends our friendship. But I've come to far to turn back now., I decide. I turn to face my best and oldest friend full in the face, his Gorgeous face. “OK,” I say. “You're right. I have got something to say, and please hear me out before you act or react. Earlier in the evening, I wasn't thinking about that boy in English Class, I was thinking about you.” To my astonishment, no surprise at all registers on the gorgeous face before me. Although neither does acceptance, it just remains totally emotionless. I plunge on before I lose my nerve. “I've had a crush on you since our first day of High School, the first time I saw you after you got back from Europe. I've never said anything because I value you as a friend too much to risk that. I still do. But now,” I hesitate again. If I move on, there is no going back, EVER. But I've already come too far to tun back now. He is staring at me, now open mouthed, but clearly awaiting the rest. “But now,” I repeat. “I have fallen totally, head over heals in love with you, and I just can't keep it to myself any longer. I know you and Sam are an item, and I know that even if you didn't at this moment have a girl-friend, you're incapable of resipricating my attraction or my feelings, but they've all just grown so strong that I couldn't keep them to myself any longer and so I just had to tell you. I hope this doesn't end our friendship, but I'll understand if it does, and I'll certainly understand if you want a new roommate, but I just had to tell you how I feel. There, I've said it.” There is nothing more for me to say now, so I fall silent. Gabe sits, open mouthed and staring, for a very long time. I am just about to go into the bathroom and relieve my hormones when he at last speaks. “Well, Jacob,” he says, as if from a great distance. “While I wasn't exactly expecting this at the conscious level, wasn't expecting it at all there, in fact, looking back I can't exactly say that this revelation doesn't explain a lot over the past almost five years, because it does. You're right, even if I wasn't with Samuel, Sam, as she prefers, I am only capable of feeling that way, hormones and heart, about women. But. . .” he takes a deep breath. “You and I have been such good friends for so long, how could you even think even this could end that. The roommate question, though, I will have to think on. I do have to ask, and be honest, because I will understand why you would for this. Did you make sure that Sam would not be here this evening?” “Yes,” I say after a moment's hesitation. “I asked Laura and Martha to make sure she was out until 10 so that we could have this talk between just the two of us. I didn't think she'd like hearing my speel,” I laugh at the end. She'd probably have killed me. “Well, you're right about that, Jacob. She would have broken your nose and literally broken your balls. However one does that, she'd have found a way. So, what do we do now?” “Well,” I say. “In about ten minutes we turn on the television. I'm not expecting anything from you, I just needed to tell you how I feel. I leave to you how much, if anything, to tell Sam. I am relieved that we're still friends,, and you can decide about the roommate matter as and when you choose. Right now, though, if you'll excuse me, I really need to get into the bathroom.” He nods, his still somewhat uncertain expression showing that he knows that this is not a urination trip, and I quickly enter our shared bathroom. I have barely sat down on the toilet before I start ejaculating, and ejaculate so long that I am barely through on the toilet and at the sink and leaving the bathroom in time for our 9:00 TV. show. Then I sit down beside my best and oldest friend, each of us a little uncertain what to do now, and turn on the TV..

THOSE THAT LIVE BY THE GUN

THOSE THAT LIVE BY THE GUN BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT “The only defense against a bad guy with a gun is a good guy with a gun,,” said Bulethead Caliber Assaulrifle, President of The Nutty Revolutionary Anarchists on THE CONSERVATIVES RULE AND LIBERALS DROOL Television Network. “So, all you Good Guys out there, go out and buy all the guns you can, RIGHT NOW.” Charles switched off the television. “Well, I'm off to the gun store,” he told his wife, Hesla. “I'm coming too,” she said. “I might some time face a bad guy when you're not around.” “Fine,” said Charles. When they got to the gun store, however, the line was out the door, around the block, across the street and at least halfway down the next block. “Might as well get in it,” said Hesla Gunhand. Charles Gunhqnd nodded. Ten hours later they walked from the gun store, packing heat in a major way. Charles had an automatic assault rifle on both hips, a hunting rifle slung across his back and a fully loaded 200 caliber pistol in each hand. Hesla wore two 400 caliber pistols on each hip, four shot guns across her back and held one assault rifle in her left hand and two in her unusually large right hand. Others they passed on the street heading out of the various stores and those they passed still on their way in looked very envious. Suddenly, there was a cry behind them. Whirling, they saw a man lifting a bag from a woman standing by the open trunk of a car. Both instantly pointed all of their hand held guns at the man. “Drop the bag, Sir,” they both said. “There will be no stealing today. We're the good guys with the guns.” “Wait,”the man woman cried out. “We're. . .” Suddenly there was a click behind Charles and Hesla. “Drop the guns, both of you. You will not be robbing this couple. Not while this good guy has a gun.” Then there was a third set of clicks. “There will be no bad guys with guns doing any killing today. I'm the real good guy with a. . .” There was another click. “No bad guys will be doing any shooting today. The Good Guys with the guns are here to save the day.” There was a one more set of five clicks. “All of you bad guys with guns stand down, or The Real Good Guys with Guns, us, will. . .” Suddenly, the woman that had been holding the bag swooned and the man took a step towards her. Charles and Hesla shot, and then everyone was shooting. The four other sets of clicks first, but then everyone in the crowd that had bought their guns already and those that had brought their weapons from home. When the police arrived a short time later, they found everyone in the crowd lying dead, including Charles and Hesla and the man and woman, whose IDs revealed they had been husband and wife and that the bag contained heavy groceries, which he had presumably been trying to help her with.

WORSHIPERS OF GOLD

WORSHIPERS OF GOLD. BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT The Monument displaying The Ten Conservative Commandments was erected on The Floor of The U.S. House of Representatives on January first, 2014. “Of course,” said The Speaker of The House, Goldhand Greedgood Starvethepoor. “It is really only The First that we need remember, since everything else automatically flows from that.” The very top of the huge, golden, diamond encrusted slab, laid this out: “FIRST AND FOREMOST. MONEY IS THE LORD THY GOD. THOU SHALT HAVE NO OTHER GODS BEFORE MONEY”. “That it does, MR. Speaker, that it does,” said The Majority whip, Silverbrain Diamondsouled. “So now, let us build a temple to Gold, The One True God.” They gathered every Conservative in the land on The National Mall, and collected the gold of every Republican, who gladly parted with it to construct a Temple to and statue of their only True God. “Now that we have all of your gold,” said The Speaker of The House through a megaphone. “We need all of those with skill in metal work to come forward and first to melt all of this glorious, godly gold into an alloy. Then we must decide what shape we want our temple and statue to be, since no human or animal form will do, since Gold itself is God.” “A ring,” someone shouted. “No, too common,,” someone else shouted. “A diamond.” There was much murmuring, but then someone struck gold. “A gold nugget for each. Our God's Natural Shape.” The Speaker saw in all of his audience's eyes that this proposal had been instantly agreed upon. “So let it be,” he said. The work took much longer than any had expected. “Well,” explained one of The Gold Smiths when The Speaker complained about the delay. “Some of this gold had a lot of other things mixed in, diamonds, silver, bronze, steel, and all, so it took longer to melt down than pure gold, plus then we had to separate that other stuff out of the melt, but we've almost got the alloy pure and ready now.” “Good,” said The Speaker. “It's been six months since we announced this project, and some people are starting to think we can not do it.” “Well, they are wrong,” said The Smith, angrily. “And we'll prove them so very soon.” And they did. Nine Months to the day after The Monument of THE TEN CONSERVATIVE COMMANDMENTS was first erected, it was re-erected inside The Temple To Gold and in front of The Tremendous Gold Nugget God that all now fell down prostrate before. “OH GREAT GOLD, MIGHTY MONEY, ONE TRUE GOD OF ALL. Forgive us for ever worshiping any other. We pledge ourselves, our lives and even our very souls to your eternal Service. Guide us in The Way of Greed, and help us never again to even think of showing any kind of charity at all to anyone in any sense. We will Serve and Worship you alone forever.” At first, of course, there was no response from the statue. They had not really expected any, since they had made it, but since they considered it a representation of their God, they felt they should pay it homage. But then,, although outside it was only around noon and the bright and sunny day was shining in through the many windows, the room suddenly went pitch black, as if all of the candles within and even the sun without had suddenly been snuffed out. Then The Statue began to speak. They could not see it, of course, but they knew approximately where it was, plus they could sense in some way that they could not quite identify that it was the statue speaking. “Thank you, foolish mortals. Long, long ages ago, before your sense of time even began, I was locked away from The Physical and Spiritual Worlds. But now, you have set me free of my prison. I am grateful, although it will be bad for you. Very bad.” “Be gone, Satan,” said a one time clergy person in their ranks. The Voice laughed even harder. “Nice try, but I am so much more than the one you call The Prince of Darkness. It was he and your One-Time GOD, THE TRUE GOD, by the way, who imprisoned me in the first place. Not that they worked together, exactly, but it was the efforts of both that did it.” “Then, what do you call yourself, The Darkness Itself?” asked The Republican Senate Leader. There was another laugh. “No, no, foolish mortal. Your kinds' obsession with names. I have no name that any Human tongue could pronounce or Human Mind could comprehend or withstand. To give you something to grasp, I am The Power Behind The Darkness. I am beyond Evil, Beyond Death, Beyond everything you think of of that nature. I am ancient, I have existed since infinitely before anything you could comprehend. I was imprisoned by the two other great powers of existence, what you know as Good and Evil, so that I could not be a threat to both. But now you have freed me, so when The Time is Right I will exact my revenge.” “What will you do with us?” asked a weeping Speaker of The House. “For now,” said the voice. “You are useful to me alive. But, you will all bare my mark, and whenever I use it to summon you, you would be well advised not to keep me waiting. You will know when I need you, but for now you may go. But keep silent about this encounter if you want to live, and continue to be those who Worship Gold for the same reason. You may go. For now.” One by one, they filed out, horrified by, although still not totally comprehending, what they had done, and what it almost if not certainly would mean for their futures.