What a gay day

I was browsing through the RTE News web site when I came across this –

Varadkar anounces he is gay on radio

That's nice, I thought.  I'm happy for him.  I have done a few radio interviews in my time and I often felt happy during them, and once felt positively dizzy though I didn't announce the fact.  Maybe it's something to do with the microphones?

Anyhows, not long after that I realised that something was up [as the bishop said to the actress].  Suddenly all the papers were shouting banner headlines about Varadkar's interview.  It dawned on me that maybe Varadkar's mini-euphoria lasted a bit longer that just an interview and that in fact he did indeed prefer to kick with the left foot?

So fucking what?

Personally I couldn't give a flying shite if Varadkar is gay.  I couldn't care less if he is a eunuch, a transvestite or a gorilla in a costume provided he does his job.  That fact that he doesn't is of much greater concern to me, and I'm sure to the hundreds of people sleeping on trolleys in our hospitals.

Later in the day I came across this –

Twitter - Varadkar trending

What the blind fuck is that all about?

They are all on apparently congratulating him and saying is is so "brave" and "inspirational" [a word that seems to be unnaturally popular with the Twitter generation].  Can someone please tell me what is so fucking inspirational about a bloke saying he prefers men to women?  Does it inspire people to change allegiances?  It certainly inspires me to smash their faces.  So Varadkar has joined the likes of fluffy kittens and videos of women trying to park cars so beloved of the Twitter generation?  I suppose there is a certain bravery in that all right.

I have nothing whatsoever against homosexuals apart from their hijacking the word "gay".  I know a few [I worked in RTE for nearly forty years and God knows there are enough of them in there] and in the main they are no different from anyone else.  Actually, I'll qualify that – there is a sector I call the Screaming Queens, epitomised by that twat Graham Norton that I would definitely avoid – what you might call professional homosexuals.

That thought has crossed my mind.  What would have happened if during one of my radio interviews I had suddenly announced that I like women?  Would there have been a whisper, a murmur or a Tweet?  Of course there wouldn't.

I call that discrimination.

 

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What a gay day — 21 Comments

  1. Dear Grandad

     

    His announcement "generated 56 THOUSAND impressions per MINUTE for over 7 HOURS."

     

    Gosh, that's going some. Is that just one person doing the impressions or fleets of them with one hand on their hip saying: 'get you ducky …'?

     

    Just asking.

     

    I agree with you about the abuse of the word 'gay'. I'm gay, but not all the time. Sometimes I'm amused or contented, at others downright miserable. Those who claim to be gay all the time on the whole seem to be a miserable bunch most of the time. Perhaps that's just the modern Humpty Dumpty-ish tendency to hijack words and bend their meaning to the opposite of what they used to mean, like 'liberal' and 'democrat' in Liberal Democrat.

     

    DP

    • That comes to [by my calculations] around 23.5 million tweets.  So if it was one person he'd have one hell of a fucking limp wrist after?

      That "gay" thing really pisses me off and I refuse to use the word in any context.  In its normal context I will use "happy", "delirious" or whatever.  Its hijacked context doesn't matter as the subject of homosexuality very rarely crops up in my day to day conversations, for some strange reason.

  2. If he had been a Gorilla in costume, it would have made him much more intelligent then the usual Politico, that would have been news. 

     

     

      • We had our suspicions for a while here, the fags, the coarse language, the manly demeanor…………… Grandad's here and he's not queer! .  I wonder will it be on all the front pages tomorrow?

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    What's the betting that someone like Phil Hogan is watching while wondering how to hide the fact he's a prick. 

    Then a handler rushes in and genuflects. "Commissioner," he cries, "We have the perfect opportunity. All you have to do is go on television, shed a public tear, put on a grave voice as you look directly into the camera and admit to being straight. You then tell them that it doesn't define you and won't affect how you run Europe for the next forty years. You might even consider going the whole hog and owning up to marrying a woman. The lads inform me that we can handle the inevitable "straight-bashing" when it happens."

    • Phil Hogan was outed as a prick some time ago.  In fact most people have come to realise that he graduated to incompetent arch-prick some time later and any announcement would come as no surprise whatsoever.  And if he is married, Mrs Hogan has my deepest sympathies.

  4. Now that he has announced that he is gay, I'm reading in the papers that he is  suddenly  a contender to be your future Taoiseach.​

    Amazing.

    • The media says that but they are an echo chamber of approved thought ….He has no hope of being taoiseach unless he proves his worth beyond being a journalist group think double plus good darling 

  5. When I worked around musical theater I met this guy once who was a dancer, and he was NOT GAY. This didn't generate any Twitter buzz at all, but he hadn't come out to his parents yet. 

  6. I'll take an attitude to a politician based on his/her economic policies, especially as they affect the struggling bottom third of society. I see no reason to be gay about Dr. Varadakar or the rest of his cabinet colleagues. If in Ireland during the next election I'm going to vote for an independent – even if he is a closet affiliate to the monster raving looney party.

      • I stand adverbially corrected. I will especially vote, if allowed to, for independent candidates professing conditional affiliation to the monster raving looney party and its fellow travellers.

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