Fred Phelps is Gay?

Is anyone other than me think anti-gay activist Rev. Fred Phelps might be gay? Certainly, if this is the case, the term gay closet can be a bit 'a euphemism.

Of course, her wardrobe would be the attic closet. The one with the steel door triple. Yet there he sleeps in that sanctuary a Victorian corset, leather belts out while Freddie Mercury Killer Queen on the turntable.

Maybe it's a stretch. But I really do not think is so far a reach.

You know, this is a guy who has probably done more than any person or group to stir much discussion needed on a range of issues.

It is not just gay marriage and the expulsion of the bandit leader Boy Scouts. And 'the meaning of individual freedom, though not all men are created equal, and how, or if a company defines discrimination based on cultural, biblical, or historical reasons.

Have you seen the photo of Rev. Phelps sports a collar overthrown and a white cowboy hat?
http://www.godunplugged.com/2005/08/01/is-fred-phelps-gay/

In all honesty, it could be my aunt spiffied for the rodeo. If something speaks to the feminine side of a man, is that photo. Gotta love this guy. She looks so adorable. Indeed, the addition of a mustache could actually lead to new rave.

Before continuing, let me clear up any possible misunderstanding ...

I love you, aunt. I think you're adorable, too.

Some years ago I had a girl who lived a few blocks from Phelps' Westboro Baptist Church of Topeka, Kansas. Just as his followers carry picket signs at funerals, so they take them on street corners at home. And 'quite a show.

The signals often show shapes of men, so to speak, compromising pre-marital acts. Nothing grossly explicit, anatomically speaking, but the meaning is clear. I imagine that these signs are quite a curiosity for young prepubertal passing.

The attitude of many Topekans is contrary to what you might think. Do not see much anger. There is an atmosphere of pity and compassion for these people who tote is their propaganda and their children on the sidewalks with the same diligence.

I wondered, is it possible that God could hate gays as Phelps says?

When I was a child my parents would throw these parties delightfully raucous smelled of cigarettes and conversations Bob Dillon-esque. You know, the type of party, where Pink Floyd's Time awakens all the hippies who passed on the floor at 2 am and recalls them to rejoin the party.

Interspersed among the clinking glasses and laughter there was great Bill and Mel. Bill loved to wear dresses, which pleased me no end. Before the parties got underway I would always find an opportunity to tease him - and him chasing me through the house shouting in his deep baritone, "I'm a boy!"

Here was a man who reveled in the joy of expressing his inner self. A wonderful man full of laughter and joy. He was a man who knew he was the son inside. He was a man full of God If God hates this man has a strange way of showing it.

What amounts to this: Fred Phelps is in a prison of fear. To hate is an expression of fear. It is consumed by fear of homosexuality. Our minds are tablets on which are engraved the concerns, shaped by thoughts that entertain. Dear Rev. Phelps hosts the thoughts of day to day homosexuality.

Why do you think he is consumed by these thoughts? Of all the passages of the Bible, because these specific references bewitch him? If we had to crawl inside his head, what do we see? Because this cowardly path of persecution? Why are biblical references to love, not tempered his mandate?

Author James Allen in his book "As a man thinks sums it up this way:

"The soul attracts that which it secretly harbors; what he loves, and also what they fear."

As in the film American Beauty, Fred Phelps could easily be a character of Colonel Frank Fitts paradigm. And 'looking out his window into a world of male fruit. He feels in his soul the taste of these fruits.

Wow, that was trivial.

However, you can Freddy is playing a scene of love-hate?

You know, my turntable turns often to Pink Floyd Dirty Woman and I prefer to see Sheryl Crow in my closet. But if the Reverend Phelps ever comes poking my cabinets can be very accommodating. I swing my doors open collars need to be raised, hand out white cowboy hats, and have all night screenings of American Beauty. What a party that would be! Giddy Up!