Uppity, they're just uppity.

Sunlit Uplands seems to have won the drawing of straws to see who'll be the stridently antigay blogger in SC through the next election cycle. The latest is how gay protesters in California have used that word against even gay co-protesters. Secondarily, SU's upset at reports of economic pressure being brought to bear on supporters of Prop 8 for taking a public stand by giving money that would be recorded and made public.

Of course, from behind the gates at SU, it's well-known that gays are a monolithic force of inverts waiting for instructions from their Secret High council. And now, SU has reported, Rev. Billy Graham has been supplanted by openly gay Episcopal Bishop Gene Robinson as "Pastor to Presidents." Never mind that Obama isn't even president yet, doesn't play golf, and at best can only make Robinson "Pastor to President."

Backing up a step, and considering SU's post from a Christian standpoint- which everything there is written in terms of- where was the comparable outrage when, as Waldo's reported, Prop 8 advocates wrote businesses opposing the initiative and threatened to expose them unless they changed sides? What about when an openly gay public official in the Bay Area was threatened with recall if he didn't change sides? when have they called out business owners who reneged on contracts or refused services when they found out their clients were gay? Isn't a boycott of a business owner who doesn't want gays in his establishment just saving him a lot of trouble?

It must be terrifying to SU and their ilk, passing law upon law to ban this or that right or public service to gays, and they just keep coming back for more, demanding more! What are they, masochists? Does getting stomped by the money juggernaut of the Catholic and LDS churches state after state not teach them the lesson they need to get back in their closets?

And it must be incomprehensible to learn that 27% of gay voters want to be in SU's club- up from 20% in 2004. WTF's that all about?

Just keep clicking your heels together like Dorothy and whispering "no homo, no homo" like you're a rapper. It won't change anything, but you'll feel safer for a few minutes.