Staff Reports
Ah, June. For most folks, that’s a time for sun, fun, and maybe a grill or two. But if you’ve been paying attention recently, you’ll know it’s also been snatched by the rainbow brigade. Yes, it’s that time of year again when pride is not about taking joy in one’s own modest accomplishments but rather a month-long celebration of, well, what some might say is dancing dangerously close to a new-age Babylon. Humble apologies to the faint of heart, but we’re diving headfirst into the sparkling absurdity of modern culture.
Now, not to yuck anyone’s yum, but there’s something intriguingly off when rainbow flags flutter about like they’re trying to outdo Uncle Sam himself. Scientists, those who aren’t yet wholly controlled by woke universities, might whisper in hushed tones about disgust responses. These are those fascinating little brain waves people get when they’re faced with grim sights – maggoty leftovers, soggy roadkill, or just perhaps, the visual onslaught that the organizers of Pride Month bestow upon the unprepared populace.
So, picture this: folks finally waking up from their pastel-colored haze. Republicans are beginning to withdraw their enthusiastic nods of approval for same-sex marriage like someone taking back a poorly thought-out Christmas gift. Could it be the people have started to wonder if maybe, just maybe, they’ve been sold a Technicolor fairy tale by the same folks who think eco-friendly is driving electric tanks?
Meanwhile, high-flying conservative personalities have tried leading the charge of big-tent politics, welcoming even the most flamboyant supporters with open arms, only to have their Christian followers ask, “But what about our values?” When TV spots adorned by tried-and-true conservatives suddenly start looking more like reruns of “Glee,” even the most steadfast faith might start wondering who’s in charge of the guidebook.
But lo and behold, in an unexpected twist worthy of reality TV, the tide seems to be ever so gently pulling back on the rainbow glitter-infused extravaganza. Major brands that once changed their social media avatars in solidarity seem to be nursing a fear of social justice hangovers. Maybe it’s because people are finally speaking out, calling out the cacophony of color like the mismatch it can sometimes be in the still largely traditional fabric of workaday America.
No matter which side of the pride parade you stand on, the message is clear: don’t stifle debate, and remember the history behind those ideologies before the wave of politically correct cheerleading sweeps them under the rainbow rug. The rainbow might dazzle in June, but it’s still good to carry an umbrella of healthy skepticism.
