Homosexuals

A high school student in Atlanta recently wrote a column in the school newspaper, criticizing homosexuals and even going to the extent of calling them “reproductive errors.”

For the record, I believe homosexuality is a choice; otherwise, I believe science would have discovered a common trait among gay people by now.

I understand that my belief is offensive to homosexuals. I’m not really sure why. Paul tried to explain it to me one time, but I don’t think I ever really grasped the concept.
He also tried to answer my other big question about homosexuals: If gay men like men, why do some often dress like women and act feminine? But, again, I’m not really sure of his answer.

(Disclaimer: I apologize beforehand if I’m offending anyone. It is not my attention.)

The student, Thomas Benjamin, wrote: “I realize biology commits many reproductive errors. Homosexuality can be one of them.”

Do you think homosexuality is a choice or a biological error or neither? Do you have a problem with the school paper publishing the article? Do you have a problem with me?

Yesterday

I didn’t hear a single thing about 9/11.

Granted I don’t listen to NPR anymore, and I don’t watch the TV news, but you would think I would hear something about it.  I heard about it last year, but maybe that was because last year was the five year anniversary.  Six years is boring?

Who’s Crazy Now?

The Fun Times

I just got done playing basketball with my brother Chuck. We play about 5 times a week. Usually our games are friendly. Today was different.

We play a game called 21. For the uninitiated, you play to 21 points, with the caveat that – like the card game, you cannot go over 21. This is not really important. The important part is that Chuck made every shot he put up. He was up 20 to 0 like 5 minutes into the game. I responded by going insane.

I kept getting more and more frustrated and angry. I stopped talking to him. I kicked the ball. I threw it at him. After losing twice, I attempted to walk off the court during the third game because I felt that Chuck was no longer playing hard. He had to convince me to come back and finish the game – which I won.

What in god’s name is wrong with me?