Above the fruity plain?

We used to sing praises to The Almighty for the bountiful blessings of our nation and people.

But now, it seems we just can't seem to get enough of the gay.

Last week, Sandra Fluke, a liberal activist parading as a Georgetown University law student, testified before Congressional Democrats that indigent college students would be traumatized if they had to pay for their own contraception, and that the cost should instead be borne by you and I, the taxpayers. 
Afterward, radio megalomaniac Rush Limbaugh, he of little nuance, launched into an ill-conceived (if you'll pardon the term) and base tirade against Ms. Fluke on his syndicated radio program.

Mr. Limbaugh's personal attack on Ms. Fluke was utterly classless, yet it is absolutely correct to unapologetically denounce her cause, as it is fundamentally, morally, ethically repugnant for certain people to demand that other people fund their recreational sex habits.  But in Obamanation (yes, there's a certain onomatopoeia in that term), personal responsibility is not considered a virtue.

You might ask yourself: where is that large automobile what next?  Well, it seems that in addition to her testimony to try to get you and I to fund contraception, Ms. Fluke's main gig is in trying to get us to fund lifestyle benefits for folks of the 'LGBTQ' (isn't that that Wise county lawyer's blog?) persuasion[s], up to and including 'gender re-assignment' operations.  How's that grab you? 

And closer to home, at a recent Keller City Council meeting, some [presumably færie] high school activists spoke in the comments portion of the meeting, requesting the Mayor and council to sign a pro-gay marriage proclamation.  The ringleader apparently leads protests or petitions against restaurants that refuse to serve gay folk.

I dunno, maybe it's because I'm so incontrovertibly heterosexual, that I've never been asked my sexual preference before ordering a Jumbo Jack, Cheddar Melt, or Panda Bowl.  For a wider perspective, we could go to field correspondent Dew, quien es menos macho, though probably straight, to see if he gets asked.  But, I'm really not aware of any restaurants refusing to serve those who play for the other team, as restaurants' economic imperative trumps any bias they might have.

I know they're [the Qs] here, they're proud, and we're all supposed to get used to, or over it.  All well and good.  But would it be too much trouble to ask them to just get on with their lives instead of trying to get the rest of us to pay for it?