Discustipating
Decency is what ever the majority thinks
is decent. The majority is like ninety seven percent of the
population, the rest is indecent, and they should keep their shit in the closet. Defending a Higher Law, copyright 2004, TFP,
cites studies by Edward O. Laumann
that homos number around 2.8 percent of the population. So they are “Not!” the 10
percent of the population they claim.
At any rate, nobody likes to go into a
toilet, and poke his or her head in there after someone has
taken an awful dump. When my son was little he had a word, which I think is
appropriate for this nonsense, it was,
“Discustipating!”
So it is as far as I’m
concerned.
In the end Spooner paid a price for it too. Maybe he shouldn’t have smiled when he responded to the captain’s question. That
sap was put on probation, and they kept an eye on his ass for about six months.
He was scared shitless. He started to smoke, and you would have thought he’d been
smoking all of his adult life. He was afraid they were going to kick his ass out
of the service. Before six months were up, he asked for permission to marry a local girl. We believed he was trying to prove he wasn't gay.
Afterwards he seldom showed up in the day room,
and he was razzed where ever he went. He was
always going into town, every time he was off, he jumped on the first bus off
base, and hopped a Jeepney into town. Perhaps because he never went into town
before, the sarge got the wrong impression. After that Spooner wanted to
make sure nobody, ever, got that impression again.
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