Peterson, how did your wife take the news that you were gay?
How did she feel when she learened that you lied to her about your eternal promises during the wedding ceremony?
I just had to share that comment with you, for it almost had me ROTFL the other night. I came home from the movies, and there it was: a comment from a post that I made on August the second. The post was called Taking Flight; it was about our sparrows leaving their nest, not remotely related to gay rights, which I am happy to endorse, just in case I have never made that clear.
What is so funny then? Isn't this simply another aggravating spam comment. Uh uh.
Certainly, it is spam in a way, but it's the directed kind, not the automated kind that has been flooding Blogger lately and causing us all to enable Word Verification — which you have all done of course. Sure you have.
Permit me to elucidate on the joke. It's simply that this spammer is so pathetically incompetent. You see; I am neither Peterson nor gay. But I do read a blog entitled A Musing by Peterson Toscano, and I do comment from time to time.
Peterson is gay. The recent thrust of his blog has been to examine and report on Gay Ministries, the kind that try to deprogram gays into miraculously becoming straight, hetero-loving folk. Peterson's experience is that deprogramming doesn't work, for he has tried it. He spent many years and much money trying overcome his gayness. In the end, he realized that the only thing was for him to embrace who he is; fish can't fly after all.
To wrap this up, Anonymous Spammer is so incredibly incompetent that he followed a link from a comment that I made on A Musing back to my blog, thought I was Peterson, thought I was gay, thought that I had lied to my wife, and thought that he would set me straight (so to speak).
Well, that tickled me to no end and caused me to giggle and laugh for several minutes. It was that really good kind of laugh when something just grabs you, when something strikes your funny bone in exactly the right way. As is the case with humour, this might not tickle your funny bone at all, but it sure tickled mine.
Thank you Anonymous Spammer; your ineptitude is very precious. Keep trying though; you have nowhere to go but up (so to speak).