This woman Teresa Coelho, who is obvious abiding by the rules of the Internet and not using capital letters or punctuation of any kind, makes me absolutely sick. And not just because she wrote a simple “im truly disappointed in this news” when posting this particular video clip, but because she claims to be posting as part of one of those religious groups that give religion a bad name.
And what’s worse? The people who are commenting are essentially calling for the lynching of Disney because of their portrayal of a same-sex couple on one of their television shows.
The audacity! Can you believe a company like Disney, who claims that their theme parks are quite literally the happiest place on Earth™, would do such a thing as force the gay agenda on all of the young people who watch their programming? Young people, who wear see-through yoga pants and spend more time looking at the screen of their brand-new iPhone 5 than talking to their parents, are now forced, they are FORCED to watch this!
Can’t you just turn the television off? Or put on something else? No. You have to sit there and sit through 22 minutes of gay propoganda, and what’s worse is that your children are being forced to sit through it as well. Of course, Disney has come to your house, super glued your ass to your couch and taped your eyes open a la A Clockwork Orange so that you’re forced to submit, and to believe that a same-sex couple would even exist in the real world.
What a lie they’re perpetrating! Those savages! Those animals!
Seems to me that God (whichever god/gods/goddess/goddesses/flying spaghetti monsters) would be a little peeved with these people who, like Melissa Simono, say that they’re moving to a cave because they don’t want their children to grow up in a place like Sodom and Gomorrah.
Am I just missing something? Because that’s entirely possible. I could’ve missed that Sunday school class where they taught that God was not loving, kind, caring, and forgiving, but rather vengeful, spiteful, and angry with everyone who is not white, straight, and married with thirteen kids. I might’ve been snoring my head off that morning, who knows.
Ugh. Just fucking ugh.