Low energy Jeb Bush just endorsed a man he truly hates, Lyin’ Ted Cruz. Honestly, I can’t blame Jeb in that I drove him into oblivion! — Donald Trump Tweet March 23, 2016
Faggots are Maggots World Tour
I’m going to do a world tour. The theme is “Faggots are Maggots.” The tour is inspired by the work of Donald Trump. This isn’t satire.
I started supporting Donald Trump early in the 2016 primary for one reason. He insults his enemies. He makes things personal that deserve to be personal. The decades of Leftists being the only ones allowed to make everything personal are over. It’s long past time for WASP manners to take a back seat to the truth. Long past time.
Faggots are … indeed … maggots. Maggots consume the rancid flesh of rotting dead things. Faggots are no different. Paul the Apostle put it this way, “Therefore God gave them up in the lusts of their hearts to impurity, to the dishonoring of their bodies among themselves, because they exchanged the truth about God for a lie and worshiped and served the creature rather than the Creator, who is blessed forever! Amen.”
Paul continued for effect, “For this reason God gave them up to dishonorable passions. For their women exchanged natural relations for those that are contrary to nature; and the men likewise gave up natural relations with women and were consumed with passion for one another, men committing shameless acts with men and receiving in themselves the due penalty for their error.”
The subtitle for my world tour in 2020 is “Stump for Trump.” The Tour will stay in America until the Presidential election this fall. It will include a stop for prayer and repentance in all fifty states, at the Capitol building of that state. I’m not coming to speak or preach like Franklin Graham did in 2016. I’m coming to lead Christians in prayer, after repentance. I’ll probably launch the tour in Washington D.C. on June 26, 2020. That is my wedding anniversary. It is also the anniversary of the Supreme Court Obergefell decision that ended civil marriage in the United States.
I am beyond sick and tired of being told that I can’t call sodomites faggots. For heaven’s sake why not? When are we going to tell the truth, I wonder. How much of our moral real estate will we sell to them before we realize our souls are homeless and wandering?
I fully expect that Donald Trump himself will tweet about how evil I am if this Tour gets any traction with the public. That’ll only help. Everybody knows that he and Buttplug are wrong on this issue. Otherwise nearly 200,000 New Jerseyans wouldn’t have signed up for Trump’s Rally this week.
After we get Donald Trump elected this fall we’ll take a closer look at the Pope’s at times rancid ideology. He’s a ripe target with all his jabber in support of sexual wickedness and family disintegration in recent years. Don’t for a minute think that I am troubled about making this crusade personal. I’m not. It is personal in it’s nature. It is personal because the issue itself is personal, for goodness sakes. WAKE UP!
It’s been personal from the very beginning. The Left made it seem political, cultural, religious, intellectual … whatever … when it wasn’t. The idea that sodomy is good was always a personal insult. And it always will be. It’s just like pornography. It is aimed at the heart of a civilization’s manhood. It is designed to emasculate and weaken everything and everyone. And it is boring as hell.
So … we’re going to jazz things up a bit with the Faggots are Maggots World Tour. Send me an email, or give me a call, to let me know you want to help.
This isn’t going to be like the Super Bowl. This will be all meat all the time. We’re not talking one minute of football and five minutes of drag queen friendly advertisements here. We’re talking in your face truth one hundred percent of the time.
To those who will stoop to compare me to the late Fred Phelps of “God Hates Fags” fame … so be it. He was always more right than he was wrong. That’s now obscenely evident.
Come on out of your closet and join me. Don’t you think it’s time you did something to fix this mess for your kids and grandkids? I do. It won’t hurt too much. I promise. It’ll hurt just enough to make you a stronger Christian … a better person. And if it does hurt a lot it probably needs to.