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St. Louis Pridefest 2011

“It’s Here, It’s Everywhere”
June 26, 2011
Written by Angela Michael 

Diversity or Perversity?    

            Threatening skies soon cleared to hot, muggy sunshine in Tower Grove Park as the revelers’ numbers swelled during this two-day St. Louis Pridefest. An estimated 85,000 (give or take a thousand) attended this year’s event. The crowds did seem larger, more festive, and fuller with young children and teens. Saturday’s commitment ceremony packed participants in as gay rights were being unleashed in New York City with the legalization of gay marriage this past week. Many gay rights supporters were celebrating this decision by attending the St. Louis Pridefest for the first time.

            Notably, there were more people for Sunday’s parade. We were squished along the parade route like sardines. Once the parade started, each entry as it passed by stopped to scream at spectators to show their support loudly. “It’s okay to come out!” It sounded more like they were recruiting as they paraded their sex-style. Yes, evidently that is what the Pridefest is about: Sex. Everything we viewed was sexually charged, even the entries’ taunts. The Barnes Jewish healthcare marchers, “We’re here, we’re queer. Have you had your pap-smear?” The gay and lesbian police officers drew loud applause. Would I really trust a gay police officer trying to tackle a bad guy if they were attracted to them? Is it duty first? Or booty first? Things to ponder...

            Participants along the parade route could be heard yelling, “It’s going to be legal everywhere soon,” which fits right into this year’s Pridefest theme: “It’s Here, It’s Everywhere.” More and more Black Americans were either viewing the parade or in the parade with young children. The youth group’s numbers were riveting. Young children, five, six, and seven years of age were marching with gay statements on their signs and shirts including, “Gay by God.” Do they understand? It was heartbreaking to see white lesbians or white aging gay men cradling adopted Black babies. The Black American race is done; you might as well stick a fork in them. Between violence in the streets, violence in the womb (abortion), disease, and now the rapid rise in homosexuality, the Black race is self destructing. They don’t stand a chance.

            Some of the sponsors were Macy’s, Lumiere Place & River City casinos, ID Lubricant, Absolut Vodka, Malibu Rum, MasterCard, MetLife, Plaza Motors, and Wells Fargo to name a few. There was an increase of churches in the parade. It was nauseating to view the display of pastors dressed in their finery giving God’s approval of this debauchery, but this is why we have Pridefests breaking out across the nation. If there is anyone to point a finger at it is the American Church and the silence and inaction within them. Church groups included the Catholic Action Network for Social Justice (they also support abortion), the Trinity Episcopal Church, the Jewish Communities (Shalom!), the Second Presbyterian Church CWE, the Metropolitan Community Church, and Light of Love Fellowship, to name a few.

            It wouldn’t be a Pridefest without the baby killers. NARAL, led by infamous Jeff Farris and Planned Parenthood (another adversary of ours), strutted their stuff waving the same rhetoric signs. Surprisingly, it was mostly Black Americans walking for this organization that was founded by a white racist and eugenicist, Margaret Sanger. She called Black Americans, “human weeds,” half human. Nothing made her foundation happier than the destruction of Black babies, and here they are supporting the same organization that wants to see Black babies dead. When it comes to abortion they tell us to mind our own business, and of course they expect you, the taxpayer, to keep paying for that business!

            This parade was long and spaced too far apart. The sun was bearing down on us; it was hot. Yet what took our breath away were the topless lesbians. I think they were with a burlesques group, only they were walking after the float...topless for all to see. I surmise they did this for shock value because it did wake me up. It caused the mother to come out of me; I almost shouted for them to put some clothes on for goodness’ sake. They did this in front of thousands of little kids. However, I refrained and thought, “Look where you’re at.” Well, praise God, at least they were not “busty”.

            The crowds were louder and more rowdy. The growing group once referred to as Militant Teen Gays and Lesbians now goes by their growing number. Last year they were 300; this year the Growing American Youth was approximately 404 and they mouthed and yelled the number to spectators. It’s startling. One polished-looking male standing a few bodies beside me offered an alcohol soaked gummy worm, “They’re really good,” he smiled. I shook my head, “No.” “Sure?” he asked. “I’m sure,” and I kept my eyes straight ahead. The “Old Lesbians Organizing Change” entry drove by, sadly. They ridiculed Catholic nuns with their rendition of white-faced “Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence.” Another float with gay men dressed in army fatigues and sailor uniforms mimicking the armed forces yelled at the spectators, “We’re winning, we’re infiltrating!”

            All children love ice cream and gravitate to the familiar ring of the truck’s bells during summer. It was shameful to see greased up near naked men hanging off an ice cream truck asking the crowds if they, “want to lick their cone?”  Pedophilia anyone? On back of the truck hung a sign: “We Stop for Children.” “I bet you do,” I thought.

            The parade finally ended, and we headed into the entrance of the park. The grounds were still muddy and saturated from the late night storms that came through. The big stage was at the end of the park where the entertainment and drag queen reviews would be held. Once inside the park where the booths and vendors are located, we were bombarded with offers of free porn. “All you want,” one male offered me along the walking track. “Fasting,” I mumbled back and continued on the chasms of gay pride memorabilia, Pridefest gear, and the usual sign-up sheets for gay rights equality. As we passed each booth through the throngs of bodies, the vulgarities were flying freely. Just God-less. Homosexuals have become their own god. The private school information caught my attention. Gays now have the choice to send their children to an academy school taught by homosexuals from grades K-8^th. Between the immorality and filth that the media is pumping into the family t.v sets and the indoctrination of our children by the school system and Planned Parenthood, is it any wonder why we are dealing with so much rebellion from the youth? Satan is stealing our kids and our families; the very moral fabric of our nation is in jeopardy. This debacle is just another form of rebellion, and it’s flying in God’s face.

            What was missing from this event was the city’s mayor, the honorable Francis Slay. In years’ past we have been fortunate to walk out into the parade and personally rebuke his presentation in this abomination. Now we have barricades. Maybe God kept him busy helping flood victims from St. Louis ’s recent storms. And that’s a good thing.

            What stayed with me was the fitting touch to this celebration. Towards the end of the parade, there was a new entry. I don’t know if others made the connection, probably not, but it was a black hearse full of rainbow colored balloons. “How appropriate,” I mused. Sin leads you to an eternal death. “All those who hate God love death.” Proverbs 8:36.  Furthermore, I thought about Ryan. He probably would be here celebrating, but it’s too late for him now. “The wages of sin is death.”  I pray for others to wake up before it’s too late.

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