C.S. Lewis wrote a book called "The Great Divorce," where he basically argued that people who do not subscribe to the fictions of his Christian religion are somehow incapable of accepting reality. Lewis might as well have been arguing that anyone who cannot see that he is Jesus Christ, and Napoleon Bonaparte, and Little Red Riding Hood, all rolled into one, is equally incapable of accepting reality - his reality, to be specific. And both are equally divorced from anything that resembles reality, except perhaps in a lunatic asylum.
I grew up in a family that is about as homophobic as Phil Robertson and the Westboro Baptists, only they're not quite as boisterous about it; at least not in public anyway. They have also conveniently convinced themselves that their homophobia is really just their unique Christian ability to "hate the sin, but love the sinner" (even though these very same Christians adamantly refuse to accept that people can "hate Christianity, but love the Christian"). The sexual superiority complex necessarily relied on by such Christians is, of course, blanketed beneath the lambs wool of the Christian humility of serving "God." They interpret their fear of those who are different, in other words, as simply proof of their intimate knowledge and love of God. And the only thing such Christians are more sure about than that their own personal version of "God" exists, is that such a "God" would never want people to be homosexual - no matter how ma...
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