Dear Mr Katter,
I have heard your address today where, when speaking about gay marriage you said “Truly this proposition deserves to be laughed at and ridiculed”. Being gay I feel like I should be offended, in fact I feel I should hate you.
But I can’t, I have tried to and I can’t. Maybe it’s the fact that you remind me of my favorite childhood Ice-cream Bubble o’Bill. I don’t know why I guess you just look like him. In fact I wouldn’t mind chewing on your nose.
I don’t know if it’s the way you wear your cowboy hat, or how cute you get when you flair your nose and get all angry. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s the way you remind me exactly what it used to mean to be a man.
They don’t make men like you anymore Bobby (can I call you Bobby?), they just don’t. Today’s young fellas are out there building informed opinions. Slaves to logic and rationality. They think about things. Sure they may be educated, but whatever happened to having a good ol’ passionate rant just because.
They may have their open minds and their compassionate world views but Bobby, they have nothing on your blind prejudice and ignorance.
Human rights may make the world a better place, but no one ever got a hard-on for fairness. It’s a strong backwards man with an inflated sense of self that extends well beyond his limits that makes my soldier stand at attention.
What ever happened to the days when a man could hate the poofs, the foreigners or anyone else they wanted - just because. Let’s face it: stats are over-rated. We all should have a right to our own opinion, and it’s our god given right to try and force that on others, regardless of how ‘informed’ they are.
For too long us poofs have been treated kindly, as if we were almost equals.. People ‘even’? What fools they are. First they took your slaves away and now they want you to treat poofs fairly. I shudder at the thought of world where people are treated fairly. Could you imagine the horror of it.
Let’s face it we all know it’s not you I am mad at it’s me. I like men. I am gay, and therefore not as good as you. Sure I may have gotten into one of the most prestigious courses in the country, I may be cultured, clever and have amazing friends. I may even be kind. Kind enough that I am able to find it in my heart to forgive you, for saying my right to celebrate love is laughable and deserves to be ridiculed. Let’s face it your right. Who cares about the above. I am gay and therefore you are better than me and so you should have the right to laugh and ridicule me.
Really I wish I could be more like you strong, passionate, ignorant and afraid.
I know it's my fault. My lifestyle shouldn't challenge traditional ideologies, let's face it I am the one who's different. I should look after the majority and respect their right to ostracise me to uphold values systems that can't cope with people being equals.
So I applaud you Bobby, for being strong and passionate and fighting the good fight. For being a man the way a man should be; for being the type of man that gets my juices flowing, the type of man who says ‘to hell with common-sense’, ‘to hell with fairness’, ‘to hell with people in general’. A man who says ‘I am Bob Katter and I may not know what I am talking about but my god I am going to talk’.
If it all goes well I would like to put you in my Bob Katter-pault and lets us two go sailing across the skies, a couple of ol’ school men, having ol’ school man-to-man fondling because, let’s face it, women are poofs too.
If that’s to much to ask I’d love to have a dinner with you. Share a meal and our views, hell lets call it a date. We could have a chat over some food, wine and finish the night with a coffee, what do you say?
And yes by a coffee I definitely mean sex. Gay sex. Anal gay sex
Regards
Anthony.
Bob.Katter.MP@aph.gov.au
