From: st897m3x@Dunx1.OCS.Drexel.Edu (Bryan Becker)
Subject: GOD and Gays
Date: Mon, 10 Jan 1994 18:52:55 GMT
This is something I founf on AOL. Enjoy :)
THE Landlord and THE GAYS
(Scene: The Heavenly Real Estate Office.)
The Landlord is cheerily rounding up a covey of blazing comets that have
skittered under Queen Cassiopeia's chair. His business agent, Mr. Gabriel,
enters, his Golden Trumpet in one hand and more reports from the tiny planet
Earth in the other.)
THE Landlord: (to the comets) Come out from under there, you little scamps,
before you set that whole galaxy on fire.
Gabriel: Excuse me, Sir, another batch of Prayer grams from your most devout
Landlord: (waving a hand) Whatever they want, Gabriel. Now where did those
frisky little devils get to?
Gabriel: Yes, sir, they want you to evict 10 percent of your tenants down
there. (raising the Golden Trumpet) I've never attempted a partial eviction.
Shall I try?
Landlord: (looking up) What 10 percent, Gabriel?
Gabriel: The Gays, sir. Your devout Christians say they've done their utmost to
keep them out of their schools, their offices, their churches and their lives,
but without success. So their Prayer grams ask you to remove them from the face
of the Earth.
The Landlord: By me, Gabriel, that doesn't sound very Christian. I thought they
were supposed to love their neighbors.
Gabriel: Oh, they do, sir, if their neighbors are of the same color, economic
bracket and sexual orientation.
The Landlord: But what harm do these gay people do?
Gabriel: I'm afraid your not seeing the big picture, sir. Gays simply don't fit
into your grand design. You know, two by two, male and female? Generation after
generation? The fact of the matter is that gays simply don't procreate.
The Landlord: I thought there was enough procreation down there already.
Gabriel: And they commit unspeakable acts.
The Landlord: Murder? Torture? Paving over my mountain meadows?
Gabriel: Unspeakable sexual acts, sir.
The Landlord: Ah, you mean they express their love for each other in different
Gabriel: (annoyed) Really, sir, if these people were automobiles, they'd be
recalled in at once. They're clearly defective.
The Landlord: (frowning) Defective, Gabriel?
Gabriel: Exactly, sir. Some essential part is missing, some vital drive is
malfunctioning. Bungled wiring, a loose screw... who knows?
The Landlord: But clearly they are examples of shoddy workmanship?
Gabriel: Oh definitely, sir. And they certainly don't deserve to clutter up
your little blue-green jewel of a planet a minute longer. (raising his trumpet
again) Shall I evict them now?
The Landlord: (slowly) And who made these imperfect products, Gabriel?
Gabriel: Why, you did, of course, but... (he lowers the trumpet in sudden
consternation) Good you, sir, I didn't mean to blaspheme. You will forgive them
The Landlord: (smiling) A wise philosopher said long ago, Gabriel, that if I
made these sinners, it is not I who should forgive them, but they who should
Gabriel: Well, I'm sure the gays will be glad to hear of your tolerance and
The Landlord: The gays? I was talking about my most devout Christians.
This is reprinted from the San Francisco Sunday Examiner and Chronicle. (C)
Copyright 1991 Chronicle Publishing Company. Reproduced by permission of the
author, Art Hoppe.
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