John Gibson, class personified.
TTP has learned, at great personal emotional cost, to generally “get over it” concerning the utterances from the shallow end of the gene pool that one finds on Faux News, Boortz and the like. It’s not from lack of material- entire websites such as MediaMatters and Crooksandliars exist solely to document the most wretched of their hate-filled screeds- but rather because if one was to take offense- and action- each time one of these blow-dried Goebbels said something stupid, you’d quickly run out of time for anything else.
But every once in a while one of these cretins says something so unbearably stupid, so disgustingly ugly that bile rises in the throat and you must react. And while TTP cherishes the freedom of speech- far more, to be sure, than any kneepad wearing stenographer that makes up our media, whose days are spent putting a shine on the shit we call government, ready to yell “fire” in our crowded national theater over any dribble of stupid juice that our “leaders” deign to toss our way, and failing that, to question the very right to exist of anyone who voices even a whimper of contrary thought from that of our Fatherland. And just such a person is John Gibson, the freakish-looking host on Fox, who took the occasion of Heath Ledger’s death to pull down the Walmart whities and fondle his throbbing orbs of homophobia on camera:
Playing an audio clip of the iconic quote, “I wish I knew how to quit you” from Ledger’s gay romance movie Brokeback Mountain, Gibson disdainfully quipped, “Well, he found out how to quit you.” Laughing, Gibson then played another clip from Brokeback Mountain in which Ledger said, “We’re dead,” followed by his own, mocking “We’re dead” before playing the clip again.
Now, take a look at this freak:
First off, he looks like a rejected character from Buckaroo Bonzai, and tell me that face hasn’t gnawed a few pillows in it’s time. This isn’t his first foray into Hateville, but really, it needs to be his last. John Gibson has the right to make whatever moronic, methinks the lady doth protest too much ejaculations he wants, as we all do, but he, like us, aren’t protected from the results of exercising our rights. He can make all the anti-human gay joke twitterings he wants, but he shouldn’t get paid for it.
Now, he’s made the classic fuck you apology– “I’m sorry that some took my comments as anti-gay and insensitive,” said Gibson. “Once again, to anyone offended by my comments, I’m sorry.”– meaning, if you don’t think mocking queers is funny, then I’m sorry you’re stupid. And since he’s on Faux, a network who spent part of the week pondering if the recent stock market setback is the result of fears of a democrat in the White House, he probably earned a raise for spewing his homophobic nonsense.
Imagine with me a future without the hate mongers, the war pimps, the constant drone of anti-American, anti-human rhetoric that fills our public places from ceiling mounted televisions in airports, diners and waiting rooms. And all it takes is for enough people to make the choice to no longer accept it. Join GLAAD in protesting. Buy one of these. Teach your children the words of Burke: ‘All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing’ . Instill in them the drive to do something, anything, for what they feel is right.
And as for John Gibson? If you see him on the street, urinate on his expensive suit, or hock a gob against those buck teeth. He’s been doing it to you for years.