Thursday, August 30, 2007

David Bowie must suffer from the "Sickness of Supression" too

I'm arguing that there isn't anything sick about Larry Craig seeking companionship in a bathroom stall. There's a really nifty song by David Bowie called "Sweet Thing", which is three parts, and which is available on YouTube as a video, that outlines the general philosophy I'm talking about.



"Sweet thing" starts at 3:50.

Here then is Nina Burleigh's further comments on Larry Craig (title link leads to post) in "Satan's in the next stall"

"The trouble with this wedge issue, as everyone now knows, is that it's Republican suicide. The hateful public stance of the party has driven its many gay members into ever more contorted acts of self-loathing excess, driving the disease of suppression out in the open and subjecting men to public stoning by their own frenzied followers."

"It's time for Republicans to embrace their own gay wing and stop fueling the sickness of suppression that drives men like Larry Craig into airport bathroom stalls. Until they do, they're headed straight for the toilet with him -- not that they shouldn't jump right in anyway."

This is in amidst the incredible assertion that Clinton was impeached as revenge against his heterosexuality by gay staffers (IT'S A GAY CONSPIRACY!)

"When I was covering Capitol Hill just before Clinton's impeachment, every other young, spiffily manicured male staffer I met in Republican Congressional offices was at least androcentric, if not obviously gay. I don't have a sensitive gay-dar, but there was something about them. Ties never askew, hair immaculately groomed, cuffs gleaming, they usually knew more about my shoes than I did.

Bill Clinton's voracious heterosexuality had as much to do with drawing their rabid hatred as any of his other attributes. He loved women too much, and if only he'd given equal time and effort to seducing those beautiful men, he might have saved himself some trouble.

Republicans in Washington know there are probably more gay men in their ranks than there are on Castro Street. "

And they're all self loathing losers, repressed faggots,right Nina?

Here's the lyrics to David Bowie's song "Sweet Thing", proving that he too must be a pervert because he talks about the same type of thing that Larry Craig and others engaged in in a positive fashion, as representing sexual liberation in fact:


"Its safe in the city, to love in a doorway
To wrangle some screens from the door
And isn't it me, putting pain in a stranger?
Like a portrait in flesh, who trails on a leash
Will you see that Im scared and Im lonely?
So Ill break up my room, and yawn and i
Run to the centre of things
Where the knowing one says

Boys, boys, its a sweet thing
Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thing
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing

Im glad that you're older than me
Makes me feel important and free
Does that make you smile, isn't that me?
Im in your way, and Ill steal every moment
If his trade is a curse, then I'll bless you
And turn to the crossroads, and hamburgers, and

Boys, boys, its a sweet thing
Boys, boys, its a sweet thing, sweet thing
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
cause hope, boys, is a cheap thing, cheap thing

[Part II: Candidate]

I'll make you a deal, like any other candidate

We'll pretend we're walking home 'cause your future's at stake
My set is amazing, it even smells like a
street
There's a bar at the end where I can meet you and your friend
Someone scrawled on the wall "I smell the blood of les tricoteuses"
Who wrote up scandals in other bars

I'm having so much fun with the poisonous people
Spreading rumours and lies and stories they made up

Some make you sing and some make you scream
One makes you wish that you'd never been seen
But there's a shop on the corner that's selling papier mache
Making bullet-proof faces, Charlie Manson, Cassius Clay
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing
So you scream out of line
"I want you! I need you! Anyone out there?
Any time?"
Tres butch little number whines "Hey dirty, I want you
When it's good, it's really good, and when it's bad I go to pieces"
If you want it, boys, get it here, thing

Well, on the street where you live I could not hold up my head
For I put all I have in another bed
On another floor, in the back of a car
In the cellar like a church with the door ajar
Well, I guess we've must be looking for a different kind

But we can't stop trying 'til we break up our minds
Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights
Who press you on the ground while shaking in fright

I guess we could cruise down one more time

With you by my side, it should be fine

We'll buy some drugs and watch a band

Then jump in the river holding hands"

Better label Bowie a pervert.....oh yeah, people did do that in the '70s, but they were people more associated with the DAR, the "Daughters of the American Revolution" than they were with the counter-culture.

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