I didn’t encounter Phyllis Schlafly often – we were on opposite sides of the ERA campaign, and I made sure to avoid her for the most part because, well, because she wasn’t a very pleasant woman. I did once slip her a shit ton of acid stashed in a blueberry brownie before a debate, but frankly I couldn’t tell the difference. After that I stuck to laxatives in the brownies, but she still ended up wining that one.
She was a nasty, hypocritical, unchristian old baggage – she believed in jobs and power for her, but not for other women, that there was no rape inside marriage, that Anthony Kennedy should have been impeached for abolishing the death penalty for minors, and that all Muslims should be banned from the armed forces and political office.
She endorsed Donald Trump, but that might just have been because she was bats at the end.
She was a prude whose hatred of sex and those who dared to have it – in particular those who she thought God had cursed with disease for having it – somehow made her the respectable face of a campaign to stigmatise people with HIV and AIDS (and not just the gays) which gave the Reagan administration cover to ignore the AIDS crisis, held back AIDS education and funding of AIDS research for years, and therefore directly or indirectly resulted in the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people and the infection of twice that many again.
Phyllis Schlafly was a cruel woman – the kind of woman who, in November 1985, as hundreds, and soon thousands of people were dying every month, could write:
… At least 10% of AIDS sufferers are innocent, involuntary victims such as babies.
Male homosexuals are the principal victims of AIDS but they are also the principal carriers of the contagion. The public health problem has been spread throughout our country by an identifiable class of people who engage in a bizarre risk taking recreation: frequent promiscuous (often anonymous) homosexual sex. …
Has the homosexual lobby really persuaded us that their right to engage in perverted, promiscuous sex takes precedence over the rights of the rest of us to have uncontaminated blood available for medical emergencies?
The New York school system asserts the right of a child who has AIDS to attend school and thereby run the risk of exposing healthy children. Where are the rights of the healthy children and their tens of thousands of protesting parents? …
Other proposals include making it a felony for homosexuals and intravenous drug users to donate blood; quarantining AIDS victims; barring children with AIDS from public schools; prohibiting anyone with AIDS from working in the health-care industry; assuring protection for health-care workers against AIDS patients; requiring a test which detects AIDS antibodies for workers in certain occupations like food handling.
The whole thing is posted after the fold.
Phyllis Schlafly was, in short, the kind of person who sees a kiddie with a fatal disease and wants to kick them out of school, lock them away from everyone else, and prevent them from ever getting a job or going to a hospital when they are sick.
In memory then of Phyllis, who is still dead, I give you this (via Queerty) – a sweet little story about a deaf Lyft driver, his passengers, young love and, probably, perverted homosexual sex – because it makes me feel all mooshy inside that young gay/trans/whatevers are out there making sweet little love stories like this, and because the mere existence of this video would have fucked up Phyllis’s day completely.
Although probably not as much as dying did.
Cheers, you old trout. Say hello to Fat Tony for me before the little devils stick their toasty hot pitchforks into you.