Today is June 6th. It was on this day, 81 years ago, that over 150,000 men from the United States,

Great Britain, and other allied nations landed under withering gunfire on the beaches of France

to begin the brutal process of breaking the Nazi stranglehold on the once-free nations of Europe.

It is difficult now to imagine the almost superhuman courage it required for these men to slog

through the bullet-riddled surf onto beaches carpeted with the bodies of those who went before

them in order to fight their way inch by bloody inch into the maw of gun emplacements, the destruction

of which represented only the first small step toward eradicating the most murderous regime ever disdain the annals of human history.

And that's why every June we dedicate the entire month to celebrating homosexuality.

Well, maybe that's not why. But there must be some reason because that's what we do.

That's right. It's Pride Month.

And there is absolutely nothing Americans can be so proud of as homosexuality, apparently.

Just think of the progress gay people have made.

Homosexuality once called the love that dare not speak its name is now at last the love that simply will not shut the hell up.

It just drones on and on and on.

It's so great.

Really, you can't get enough of it.

On and on and on and on.

A whole month of it.

I mean, most sexual abnormalities, you just politely look away

and try to mind your own business, but there's no chance of that with this one, is there? No,

surrey. On and on and on. That's progress. And there's so much progress to be proud of in Pride Month.

In the past, for instance, a gay man had to hide in shame. Now he can march down the street in a pride parade, dressed in leather chaps that

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