Drag Queens: A symphony of evil

Ultimately the issue of drag queens in our society and the push by political progressives crosses over into religious zeal, as most things do. Climate change is certainly religious in nature since logic does not support their claims. And that is true of the desire to have a hermaphroditic culture even in this advanced 21st Century. At first glance, we would call it insanity; on the second, sheer evil. But ultimately, we will learn that the purpose all along was a religion to pagan gods that have been with us for more than 40,000 years.   I think drag queens where men dress up as women and sashay in sexual ways about our polite society is disgusting and is purposely in our faces with all the intentions that could be made to deface western civilization and then dare us to say something about it, is disgusting. It’s a military attack meant to destroy our culture with rot and indecision. But my view doesn’t come from some bullet point right-winged perspective; it comes from experience and decisions I made about it long ago, well before there was political pressure through ESG scores to use sheer evil to destroy American culture. It’s not just the disgusting Rocky Horror Picture Show that shaped my opinions on the matter, which I could argue would be enough, but it’s watching this wave of disgust up close and personal. I’m old enough to remember what a normal society looked like, so this evolution into the social spectacle of social degeneration is something I’ve seen firsthand. My opinions about it are reflected in my experience.

Thirty years ago, I was involved in a business for a change of use from conventional warehouse space, converting it into a night spot in Cincinnati. I was primarily at the time wrapped up in meeting with the mayor and the various city council members and working through all the engineering problems that had to be made and approved through City Hall daily. But one of the most exciting things in that project was in the fun stuff of picking out the lights for the place. We were creating a nightclub that was supposed to be the best in the city at the time, so great lights and audio were the keys. So in talking to the lighting people on Vine Street downtown, I needed to see samples to start putting together a purchasing list. But they had a tiny showroom that did not display the best of what they had adequately. They had catalogs on paper pages, which didn’t come close to telling a proper story of their products, so eventually, that led to the question of wanting to see actual examples of their set-ups. So they told me they’d take me to a club with the best lighting set-up in the city, which I agreed to. But I had not heard of the name of the place before; it was called The Dock. They laughed a bit and then indicated to me that I might not have heard about it because it was a gay club. Well, I had no interest in being associated with such a realm of scum and debauchery. But they assured me they’d take me and introduce me to the owners so that it wouldn’t be some meaningless pinballing around a Sodom and Gomorrah type of culture. 

I wasn’t a club type socially. I thought places that were typical meat markets were vile and evil places where men and women sought to entice each other into short-term relationships sexually was terrible enough. But I wasn’t prepared for what I saw at The Dock. It was a packed parking lot right across the street from Longworth Hall downtown, just a few blocks down from the sports stadiums. I didn’t know there were that many gay people in the United States, let alone just in Cincinnati. It was outrageous. So I found my people, who ushered me in to see the owners, past the many lines everywhere for everything. The thing I most remember about the experience was how it smelled; it had the odor of sweat, spit, and spilled beer. It stunk, and I found it shocking that the many people there would put up with the smell, and even learn to like it, so they could openly express their gayness. Then to culminate the experience and to see the lights, there happened to be a drag queen show going on that night were the lights I was there to see were being put to full use. Outside of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, which I never liked and thought was an assault on American culture when I saw it as a teenager, I had never seen real people dressed in drag. And the people there at that club dancing around on the stage were disgusting. It was the ultimate perversion of sexual lifestyles and was obviously the sign of a degrading culture to me. No culture could hope to exist in the future if it embraced those kinds of values. I saw the lights and was gone in 15 minutes, happy to get away from that place, never to return. But I never forgot those people’s smell and behavior and how proud they were of their desecration of sexual lifestyles. Behind all their eyes was a kind of symphony of evil that showed what they were really about, and my opinions about that lifestyle were shaped forever. 

All this occurred before the modern progressive push for acceptance of this lunacy before gay rights parades became standard and highly sexualized in front of innocent children on city sidewalks. We were pushed by polite society to accept this behavior whether we liked it or not and to keep our opinions to ourselves if we didn’t. I would have never guessed that the culture I saw that night at The Dock would ever be a mainstream consideration, but the intent of evil to project itself on the innocent should never be underestimated. It’s one thing to experience such a thing by choice, by going to a gay nightclub where that kind of behavior was expected but kept pretty much out of the mainstream world. I would have never known the place existed if I had not gone there to look at those lights. But now, we see this behavior being advocated in our schools and society. It’s being put into our movies and culture; in general, we are made to feel bad if we don’t openly accept the behavior as “normal.” We are even at the point where we have to debate the differences between men’s and women’s sports, and none of that is acceptable. It’s one thing to have a mental illness and seek time with like-minded degenerates, which was my experience with it before the current political tide crawled itself into the mainstream. It’s quite another to force that lifestyle into our culture to the point where you can’t escape from it, and if you show a desire to do so, you are then called names and considered a conservative political extremist if you do. I think we should have never given the gay and drag queen lifestyles a foot in the door because their intentions are sheer evil. And were from the outset. The whole concept of same-sex lifestyles and defacing the male and female sexual roles in public has always been an attack on us all, and it’s the only way we can look at such things and still be honest with ourselves. 

Rich Hoffman

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