Seriously, though, what an asshole. Is it really that humiliating to be gay? Obviously his reputation is somewhat tarnished, seeing as he has at least one ex-wife.
He needn’t worry. Gay doesn’t like ugly—and that motherfucker is all shades of NASTY.
Martin Luther King Junior was such a successful Civil Rights leader, in part, because he believed that popular opinion wasn’t always morally/ethically/politically solvent. He believed that instead of waiting for popular opinion to shape the social landscape of America, one must first write equality into law—which, in turn, influences behavior (since now something is against the law), which then influences opinion (since now the behavior is engrained into society’s norms).
Reverend King saw evidence of this in the Brown VS Board of Education Supreme Court ruling in 1954, which stated segregating public schools was unconstitutional—even though a clear majority of Americans at the time disapproved of the decision and wanted schools to stay segregated. It took a Supreme Court ruling to decide what is now considered just. Ask anyone today and they’ll scoff at segregation sentiment.
Martin Luther King Junior applied this process to his own civil rights movement; he raised awareness to raise new laws into being—which shaped the opinions of those who weren’t swayed by “I Have A Dream” and who didn’t believe in the Civil Rights Movement.
Many other landmark decisions have been met with derision, only to ceed into acceptance once a law is common practice. Laws like the ones described help make society better for everyone, not just small “majority” demographics. Culture flourishes with freedom—as does the pursuit of happiness, our most fundamental right.
When you apply this reason—and look at the other Constitutional Amendments (including the first, which guards against making laws favoring religion)—it’s easy to see why the we as a nation should legalize gay marriage, give it a number, and tack it onto the other social achievements in the Constitution.
Your toothless, backwoods, broke-dick, broke-back, slave-savoring, shade-slinging, plantation pussy popping, ignominious ignorance saves you from the horrors of equal rights. Thanks for making me lose faith in the south all over. Again.
Sincerely,

P.S. Why is everything like a fucking time warp below the Mason-Dixon line? Seriously? I’m pretty sure I had to call white folks “Massa” last time I dared go where the civil rights sun don’t shine.
Ghostface Killah is more than a Wu-Tang Clansman; he’s also a gracious gentleman in the company of drunkards…