Unlike Matt Walsh, I have no plans to write a homophobic rant against Michael Sam. No plans whatsoever.
No plans. None, nada, zip.
I don’t really care what this individual does in the privacy of his bedroom. I don’t even care if he decides to carry on his private actions all over the kitchen table … as long as it’s not my kitchen table!
I didn’t care to know about Michael Sam … nor Robin Roberts … nor Ellen Page … nor Anderson Cooper … nor anyone else who has made the very public pronouncement of their very private behavior for all of the world to know.
Actually, I think I’ve come to understand that every single person on earth who is not “in the closet” (as it were) should probably “come out” NOW … because isn’t it patently obvious you’re not facing the TRUTH?!!!?
Truth is, I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really DON’T CARE!
But, because I couldn’t have expressed my thoughts any better than Matt Walsh did, I settled on verse.
