They call them ‘queer’; and they usually are!

When still a teenager, I was uninterested in anything else than my engineering studies and apprenticeship, girls; and of course how to find one who would go out with me; loud and ever louder pop music: and of course that most desirable item: beer. The Korean War had been fought, and the 38th parallel Armistice still rules today. I noticed that Americans, along with a smaller British contingent, fought and died to prevent a Communist takeover of the South, and only with the intervention of China and, to a lesser extent, Soviet Russia, did the North Koreans avert obliteration. America, and its politics, was but a small shadow on my horizon; but one of THE nastiest of political opportunists was beginning to make his presence known in mainstream American politics. Senator Joe McCarthy, a reptile who, single-handedly destroyed hundreds of American lives by simply asking ‘When did you become a Communist?’ He asked and made these leading, destructive and disgraceful questions and commentaries because his position, as a U.S. Senator, gave him unrivalled power, and few dared to stand against him. He was a bully, a hypocrite of the first order, a boastful braggart; but also an intensely professional politician, who single-handedly raised the ‘witch-hunts’ for supposed ‘Reds under the Bed’ to a new, and very sinister degree.  His menacing ‘invitations’ to testify before his Committee led to disturbing excesses. His browbeating tactics destroyed careers of people who were not involved in the infiltration of our government. His freewheeling style caused both the Senate and the Subcommittee to revise the rules governing future investigations, and prompted the courts to act to protect the Constitutional rights of witnesses at Congressional hearings. Two things meant that he was finally brought low; when he attempted to take on the Army, and was humiliated by their counsel, the other was the famous soliloquy by Edward R. Murrow on CBS-TV.

The reason for this drift back in time is to hold up to the spotlight of criticism the new McCarthyism; the really nasty witch-hunt being played out against anyone in political or public life who states, or indeed has even hinted, that there is something deeply unsavoury; or actually wrong, about homosexuality, and whether the avalanche of words and statements glorifying this truly unedifying practice is actually of benefit to both homosexuals, and to the Nation as a whole.

We have the case of Tim Farron, pilloried all over for hesitating to state, as is given within his Christian beliefs, that homosexual activity is a sin. Personally, I have very little time for Mr. Farron, whom I believe to be a deeply-deluded politician; but I do respect his right to believe in whatever his religion preaches.

We also have the case of Tory M.P. Andrew Turner who was pilloried after stating his opinion that homosexuality was wrong to a class of sixth-formers; he is believed to have stepped down after a vicious campaign against him.

We also read of one Robert Peston, who seems to have placed himself as the modern ‘witchfinder general’, stating that he will ask every would-be M.P. the same question in order to establish the ‘truth’.

I have written many times of my opposition to the gradual leniency afforded people who hold to this perversion in their private lives, this same leniency which has ended up with Cameron’s  insane idea of ‘Same-Sex Marriage’ which placed this union of perverts on the same basis as the untold millions of marriages between men and women, made according to rites which have descended from antiquity. I oppose this farrago, and will continue to do so until my dying breath. I do not state that it is wrong on any religious point, although there are so many: I oppose it because sex, and the very act of love itself, is purely for the purpose of procreation, and any such activity which is, of itself, barren, because procreation cannot take place between two people of the same sex was named a perversion as such by no less an authority than Charles Darwin.