[From “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”]

This strikes me as the fairest statement to homosexuals: you are a minority whose sexual practices are abhorrent to the majority, so the best deal we can work out is that you do not tell us what you are doing sexually, and we do not discuss it, but you are left alone as a consequence.

Clinton called this “don’t ask, don’t tell,” and it has been the traditional WASP policy for homosexuals. We prevent people from beating them up in the streets, let them have oyster bars and districts, but basically never talk about it. It seems like stuck-up WASP stuffiness, but really it is a practical compromise that allows us to coexist with them.

After all, coexistence is a two-way street. We tolerate their behavior so long as it stays in the bedroom (or oyster bar) and they recognize our need to keep society oriented toward chaste heterosexual family unions. Both parties win this way.

Our other option is the see-saw. One group gains power, smashes down the other, then guilt arrives, so the process repeats in reverse. This means that homosexuals get Pride parades for a little while, then they all get burned in barns, and then we go back to the Pride parades until everyone is exhausted of the process.

Like someone who grows weed in his backyard and smokes it in his basement, homosexuals do not harm society so long as they keep their activities (relatively) out of sight. This means no Pride parades, but it also means no gay-bashing. Everyone wins this way.