Ordinarily I don't give a swollen, brown crap about movie awards. I follow directors and writers to an extent, but awards mean little. A gay cowboy movie and a documentary about a gay writer sweeping the Golden Globes can only mean one thing: gay Hollywood is patting itself on the ass ... I mean ... back.
What percentage of the U.S. population is gay? Is it as high as 4%? There's no earthly explanation for movies appealing to this miniscule slice of Americana winning so many awards. None. These movies hold little for us heterosexuals, especially Bareback Mount.
The awards make me consider that Michael Savage may be right about gays, which is they're trying to take over the country. Historically this has been a subject on which I stronly disagree. After all, I specifically asked a gay friend of mine if he was trying to take over the country, and he replied, "Not today." I hope Savage is wrong, but the Golden Globes suggest otherwise.
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