The scene is as heartbreaking as it is infuriating, as a drag queen swishes his hips for the toddlers and little children who fill the library room, asking them, “Who wants to be a drag queen when they grow up?”
It is heartbreaking to think that some of these impressionable little ones will want to emulate this homosexual man’s perverse outfit and presentation. It is infuriating to think that the room was also filled with parents who joyfully brought their children to be exposed to this abuse in the name of diversity.
What on earth were they thinking?! How could this be innocent fun for them, no different than watching a clown perform at the circus?
But that’s just the beginning, and if not for my sharp-eyed producers, I would have missed it entirely. Let me give you the relevant background.
Since 2004, I’ve been grieved over the spectacle of gyrating drag queens in tutus performing before little children at homosexual pride events. It was then, almost 20 years ago, that my friends came back from a pride event in Charlotte, North Carolina, with pictures documenting the perversion. How could one not be burdened after seeing this?
More recently, I’ve said that, if anything is a sign of America’s depravity it is our celebration o ...
