Red State Page #3

Let's see what it's brought us.

Rampant fornication...

adultery...

abortion...

flagrant sexuality...

in every corner of media...

movies, TV, et cetera.

Schools, malls, books...

clothes, toys, music...

Everywhere.

Everywhere!

You can't turn on the TVwithout seeing

some jackass wavin' his privates.

That's because the moral spine

of this country has been weakened...

by permissive attitudes...

and an unabashed tolerance

for homosexuals.

Godlessness.

Godlessness.

The casual acceptance of the gay...

has hastened our demise as a species.

Fact. Why? Because they do not procreate.

They do not procreate.

Now, they solicit. Yeah, boy.

They recruit.

Yeah, boy.

But they do not procreate.

Is there anyone...

anyone... who can look at the news...

and deny these are our end times?

Outside our fence lays a world at waste.

They's famine, such as in Africa...

pestilence, such as the gay Al DS.

Monsoons, typhoons, hurricanes

and the ensuing floods, such as New Orleans...

New Orleans is number one sin city.

Thailand... Thailand!

Thailand...

where pederasts travel

thousands of miles...

spend untold amounts of money...

to sodomize a child.

A baby.

Thousands upon thousands

dead in that tsunami.

I never saw the hand of God

so clearly in all my born days.

And the Lord's bore witness

to this apostasy.

Apostasy... The leaving of faith,

the denying of religion...

denying of morality.

He's done with it.

He's done with it.

The end is nigh.

- The end is nigh.

- Yes, it is.

Cheyenne, bunny rabbit...

do you mind taking

the children out now for the lesson...

'cause it's gonna get grown up in here.

You ready?

Come on, babies. Grandpa loves you.

Come on.

Gimme your hand there. Come on.

Come here. Come on, sweetie.

When you get finished today in school...

I want you to tell me

all about it, will ya?

Will you tell me about it later?

I wish you'd talk to me sometime.

Would y'all like to see

who we have to thank...

for the extinction of the human race?

It.

Y'all know about that Worldwide Web.

Yeah, that's the devil's playground.

We harnessed the devils' technology...

went out like sheep amongst wolves...

into them homosexually oriented

chat rooms...

and we promised them boys

what they wanted to hear.

Just like an insect...

just like moths to a flame,

like flies to horseshit.

Insects. Insects...

that are easily trapped

in that snare of God...

on that there Web.

And we gonna deal with 'em

the way God taught us to deal with 'em...

the way we dealt

with littleJacob Harlow...

who burns in hell as we speak.

Now...

there's a commandment

talks against killin', isn't it?

There's a commandment

speaks against killin'.

God's talking about your fellow man.

He's not talking about this... insect.

I mean, you don't mourn the death

of a germ when it's been cured.

And a homosexual...

won't stop sinnin' of its own volition...

and it's up to the righteous

to curb the spread of its disease.

"If a man also lie with mankind...

as he lies with a woman...

they both have committed an abomination...

and they shall surely be put to death."

- That is the scripture.

- No. No!

That is scripture.

Well, the wrath of God...

is revealed from heaven...

against all ungodliness.

No! Please, help!

Help!

Now tape him up good, boys.

Now you watch that gay saliva.

If it gets on ya, it can turn ya.

Don't get it near his orifices, now.

- Shut up!

- Send the sinner straight to hell.

Come on, baby.

Send the sinner straight to hell.

Shut your mouth!

Send him off wrapped like a package.

Come on, Caleb.

Burn in hell, cocksucker.

No!

Caleb, head hole.

Let us out of here!

We didn't do anything!

Let us the f*** out of here!

Oh, man!

Let us out! Let us out of here, please!

All right. Get that other one.

Oh, f***.

Oh, God. I ain't gay! Please!

Don't! No! No!

No, look, I ain't even gay!

Please, no! No!

Please! I ain't even gay!

I ain't even gay. I ain't even gay!

Please!

Stop. I ain't even gay! Please!

Let me go! Please!

- Jarod!

- Travis! Billy-Ray!

What the f*** are you doing? God!

- Take it easy, kid.

- I ain't even gay! I ain't even gay!

You might be worse.

Came to these woods to share a woman

with other men in the same bed.

Will somebody please f***in' help me!

Fornicatin' ways, they caused the destruction

of both Sodom and Gomorrah.

I don't wanna die!

You already did, sinner.

You destroyed your spirit...

in a waste of shame.

Hey, Billy-Ray.

F***.

Hey, Billy-Ray.

They gonna do us like they did that guy.

Not if we can get outta here first, man.

- They gonna kill us!

- Listen. Listen to me.

I think a bone snapped out of this dead guy's

skin when they dropped him...

because I feel something stabbing my leg.

What the f***, man? What the f***?

I think I can f***in'

tear through this paper...

if you can just f***in'

lean back a little bit.

Just work with me here a little bit.

Just tell me what I gotta do.

Lean back a little bit

so I can lean forward. Just work with me.

Oh, no. No.

Really, no. F***in' lean into me, man.

Do you wanna f***in' die?

Do you wanna f***in' die?

Then f***in' listen to me

and we'll go home, all right?

Stop being a f***in' baby

and let's f***ing get outta here, man.

Just lean back a little bit.

All right?

Just relax and lean back

just a little bit so I can lean forward.

If I can get the bone on the thing...

Just can't see straight.

Hurry, Trav.

It's only tape, man.

I just want my mom.

I really want my mom.

Oh, you can't do it.

Electronic gate.

It's got one of them magnetic locks on it.

- That's why I couldn't...

- Yeah.

I'm sorry to disturb you, Pastor.

That's all right.

You're a man of the law.

What can I do for you, Officer?

I'm following up on a report

of a traffic accident.

Station wagon sideswiped a car

out on Route 9.

Oh, my Lord. Anybody hurt?

No, sir. There was no one

in the car at the time...

but I see you got a wagon over there

with some damage...

that matches the description.

F***!

Oh, f***. I'm free. I'm free.

I'm free.

- I tell 'em and I tell 'em and I tell 'em.

- Sir?

That's my granddaughters'.

Once in a while they go into town,

you know, get some milk, fetch a paper.

Whatever. I believe they're your culprits.

You know, it's not

politically correct to say...

but women and cars...

Not a good mix.

- Hurry! Hurry, hurry!

- Oh, f***!

Go.

Go, man! Hurry!

It's too f***in' tight, Trav.

I can't f***in' do it. It's too tight.

Billy-Ray! Where are you goin'?

Billy-Ray, don't f***in' go.

Where the f*** are you goin'?

I can't f***in' do it!

I'm sorry!

F***! F***!

If I could, I'd like to keep

them insurance devils out of it.

You know, rates are high as it is...

and I'm not exactly

Mr. Popularity around here.

Well, no, I guess not.

So if you can put me in touch

with whoever it is, you know...

that owns the car that they scraped up...

why I can talk to 'em personal.

Maybe get him some financial restitution.

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