As I belatedly quaff the wonders of t’Internet, I find myself invariably ensnared in the videographic concatenations of YouTube.

I have just watched an ostensible “symposium” of nominally “liberal” women repeatedly and unapologetically excoriate the “male gays”.

Given the demographic of the coven and the particularity of their homophobia, one can only surmise a bitter caucus of Sapphic bigots.

Whence art thine outrage? The comments section ‘neath this atrocity is a potpourri of the wickedly blithe, doggedly sympathetic and frankly confusing.

When I was growing up, being on the left* meant howling punk anthems about unions, smelling vaguely like a damp dog and bemoaning the as-yet improper implementation of Communism.

Apparently, there is much I have missed.

*I speak as a spectator. One is reluctant to nail one’s colours to the mast, but one can only take so much responsibility for said colours in the first place. Were it not for my upbringing, education and essential nature, I could well have flirted with the port-side.

#starboard4life #supportthemalegays #tribatefury #betterstartswimming #oryoullsinklikeastone

Parenthetically, here’s Episode 27.