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Opposite plot : Jack
Apr. 29th, 2009 02:22 pmFamily Values.
That was going to be his campaign. Good old-fashioned American family values, to be exact. None of this hippy European gay-rights loving happy horse dung that his fellow islanders seemed so keen to sling around. What the island needed were more solid nuclear families, and less birth control and more church. It needed reform camps for all the lost lambs who had left gods flock and wandered into Satan's pit of sodomy...
Actually, that last part sounded more like a happening bar than an issue- but he was putting it in the speech anyway. Right between a long paragraph explaining why the strip club would lead to broken homes, and a page worth of explaining why there should be a ban on gay marriage that was forceful and filled with god's love- and just the slightest implication of an eternity spent in hell for all those who disagreed.
Sure, the election wouldn't be for a while still, but it was never too soon to get a start on his speech.
"Death penalty," he mused out loud, turning his head and looking down at Linus. "Before or after the sodomy? What do you think, boy?"
He looked thoughtful, and then nodded. "I think I'll close with it, maybe start a good debate with one of my fellow campaigners. I'm gonna talk about the electric chair, but I gotta tell you, I think this place would be better off with a noose outside the compound. Nothing keeps riff-raff in line like a good threat. Plus, public executions are good for moral..."
He trailed off as he heard someone step onto the porch, and he straightened his tie before getting to his feet and opening the door.
"Can I help you?" he asked, looking for all the world as if he might throw a bible at the other man's head if he so much as looked at him the wrong way.
That was going to be his campaign. Good old-fashioned American family values, to be exact. None of this hippy European gay-rights loving happy horse dung that his fellow islanders seemed so keen to sling around. What the island needed were more solid nuclear families, and less birth control and more church. It needed reform camps for all the lost lambs who had left gods flock and wandered into Satan's pit of sodomy...
Actually, that last part sounded more like a happening bar than an issue- but he was putting it in the speech anyway. Right between a long paragraph explaining why the strip club would lead to broken homes, and a page worth of explaining why there should be a ban on gay marriage that was forceful and filled with god's love- and just the slightest implication of an eternity spent in hell for all those who disagreed.
Sure, the election wouldn't be for a while still, but it was never too soon to get a start on his speech.
"Death penalty," he mused out loud, turning his head and looking down at Linus. "Before or after the sodomy? What do you think, boy?"
He looked thoughtful, and then nodded. "I think I'll close with it, maybe start a good debate with one of my fellow campaigners. I'm gonna talk about the electric chair, but I gotta tell you, I think this place would be better off with a noose outside the compound. Nothing keeps riff-raff in line like a good threat. Plus, public executions are good for moral..."
He trailed off as he heard someone step onto the porch, and he straightened his tie before getting to his feet and opening the door.
"Can I help you?" he asked, looking for all the world as if he might throw a bible at the other man's head if he so much as looked at him the wrong way.
