Gay Pride:

Gay pride?

What’s that all about?

Our sexuality is not an achievement. It’s a condition. It’s something we’re born with, and should include either male or female physical parts. What's there to be proud of?

Apart from the fact that our religious background considers pride a sin, if our sexuality is all we have to be proud of, it’s really not much, is it? 

Upon puberty, most of us become aware that we share our sexual equipment with roughly 50 percent of the people we know, so we are not unique. That being the case, it would be to our own personal benefit and the comfort of everyone within earshot if we resisted the urge to bore everyone around us with the prurient details. 

People tempted to exhibit pride in their sexuality should be reminded that it’s a function they share with all living things, including rodents, house flies, fleas, fruit flies, aphids and head lice. To their credit, they do not make a public production of it.

The pride parade? In Toronto, it’s been an annual freak show hardly fit for family viewing. Incredibly, some people bring their children. Here's our future crop of neurotics. 

The pride parade is an event eagerly promoted by our sensation-mongering media because it enhances their advertising. The breathless publicity and highly inflated crowd counts attest to that.

The rainbow flag? We should hesitate before tarnishing the image of the rainbow by hanging a limp parody of it on a flagpole at city hall. One of Mother Nature’s most spectacular displays deserves more respect than that. 

We all belong to the human spectrum. Comparing the sexually indeterminate end of it to a rainbow is an easily verifiable case of human-generated environmental degradation. 

Al Gore and David Suzuki should have no trouble making their case on this one.