THE DANCE LESSONS

I am thinking now about a mommy that disobeyed a power much mightier than any mommy or daddy, I am thinking now about a woman who lived years ago in 1968, a woman that disobeyed God ! This woman had always lived a good upstanding life with her husband and eight year old son. They attended the fundamentalist church regularly. The father did his part for the war effort at that time by working in a napalm factory making fiery bombs to drop on godless Vietnamese children … but because her husband was a righteous man, she did not work, but stayed at home as a woman should. But because of modern appliances like a dishwasher and a vacuum cleaner, she had a great deal of spare time on her hands….the woman spent much of her time reading liberal trash magazines like Reader’s Digest…Newsweek and Popular Mechanics….. She began to get this strange strange devilish idea in her mind….. I hesitate to tell you, dear reader, what the idea was…. Could knowing of such a wicked perverse sickening idea corrupt you ? Send you to hell with no remorse and not even a drop of water on your evil tongue?… but yet I must tell you… this woman, after reading and believing some horrid wicked liberal story in Newsweek Magazine… she thought that young boys such as her eight year old should NOT ONLY play manly sports like football and weightlifting… but should also take dancing lessons !!! When she presented the idea to her husband he had nothing to say… for you see, this once fine upstanding napalm maker had also read those communistic magazines that his wife liked to buy and had started to believe that making napalm to drop on those bad little Vietnamese children was very very … wrong. Please, don’t laugh dear brothers and sisters… those are just the sick thoughts of a poor brainwashed liberal in training… and because of these guilt feelings (laughs) he felt very horrid for his part in hurting those bad bad little Vietnamese children (laughs) So he had started to drink whisky. Lots and lots of whisky… he had begun to not care…. All because he read those liberal left wing magazines…. And was always drunk… So he agreed. Go ahead the inebriated sinner said… give the boy dance lessons. So the mother started her little boy, whose name was Billy, on the skipping path of dance lessons… Much to everyone’s surprise, Billy liked the dance lessons… he enjoyed feeling his body move in what heathens consider a beautiful manner…. Like a girl’s… as I told you people, this is not a pretty story… so he began to have soft feminine feelings…. He began to want to cuddle with strong tough things. For you see, the most powerful weapon in the devil’s arsenal next to lovemaking is … DANCE ! and so as Billy got older, the devil took over his mind completely. He knew that those thoughts he had of musclemen and Tarzan were shameful… but he could not help himself. In 1981 at the age of 21, Billy took off for San Francisco….and a life away from God…. Meanwhile, the father, because of his son’s suspected homosexuality, had begun to drink Everclear by the pint! One day in 1982 he was working in a missile explosives factory when he tried to sneak both a drink and a smoke right there on the factory floor. Needless to say, the father accidentally blew up the explosives factory, killing himself and all the other 105 munitions workers… all because he fell into the trap of the devil….. When Billy heard of his father’s accident, and read the newspapers proclaiming his father a stupid drunk, he became lonely. Very lonely, and he needed a new daddy. As I said people, this story is NOT pretty. So he began to indulge himself even more in the nightlife of San Francisco… he began to sleep with different men every night…. It was on a very romantic spring night in 1983 when he made love to the man, the SAINT that spread that great godly killing machine that calls itself HIV or …. AIDS…. yes he made love to the saint of wicked deadly love that gave him aids!!! Yes another wicked heathen homosexual became blessed to bother us no more. Since there were no wonder drugs to help with the symptoms then, he only had a few months to live when he finally developed the disease in 1986… On his death bed, Billy told his mother of how he had never thought of men before she made him take dancing lessons….. of how he would have never been a wicked homosexual sinner if she had not made him take those dance lessons…. He told her that without her horrid sinful idea he would have never contracted AIDS. His mother began to weep… she saw too late that her sin had destroyed her son…. In and out of mental hospitals over the next 10 years, the mother could not help thinking that because of her sinful ideas on dance her son was dead, and because she had insisted on bringing those communist magazines like Newsweek and Readers Digest into the home, her husband was dead due to alcoholism and brainwashed left wing guilt feelings about killing little Vietnamese children…. The moral of the story is: If you are a husband and your wife tries to persuade you to read the liberal press and give your manly son some culture, do not fall for her evil ways, no matter how inadvertent they are. For you see, just as Eve, and that is “Eve” as in “Eve-il”, just as Eve in her female ignorance knew not that the fruit of knowledge could be so damaging…. So too will your wife, if you allow her, so too will she bring sinful tools of the devil into your home, tools like TV and liberal magazines. And you will fall for her ways, and you and all the men in your household will die a horrible death, whether through the fires of righteousness or the shame of disease. You godless dancing sissy men bastards. And by the way, Billy never was a very good dancer anyway… hahahahhahahahahahahaha

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