Gerry Studds RIP? Dr. Michael L. Ford 16 October 2006 A friend called me when he got in from drill in his Guard unit Sunday night. We began to catch up. He has been so busy since getting back from Iraq we have not had much opportunity to talk. I don’t remember how the subject got to Gerry Studds, the Congressional Democratic homosexual predator who got away with categorizing sex with a seventeen-year-old page as consentual sex between adults. We agreed that the likelihood is he is hardly resting in peace, since according to his “husband,” under new perverted Massachusetts law, he died an unrepentant and practicing sodomite. One of the things we discussed was the manner and timing of his death. Given the homosexual tendency to act out and make a spectacle of themselves, and Studds was certainly willing to do that, it is interesting that he died right in the middle of the Foley scandal where his demise could get the most attention. I told my friend of a theory I had developed watching the lives and deaths of rockers. I think certain public people are either possessed or controlled by demonic forces. Not only that, I also believe when these forces have used them for all they are worth they destroy them. I have seen this happen over and over. The death of Gerry Studds at a most opportune time seems to bear this theory out. It is interesting that when the sinful behavior of Gerry Studds was made public there was no suggestion Speaker Tip O’Neil should resign, or that people on his side of the aisle should not be reelected because they had known for years what the pervert had been up to. Page scandals are nothing new. There has been a history of them. The big difference is mainly which side of the aisle is acting out in Congress now. It is no surprise that Massachusetts now sanctions homosexual marriage. They sent Studds back to Congress till he retired and they keep reelecting Chappaquidick Ted, who by the way just eulogized Studds. Maybe Teddy was right. Studds had changed Massachusetts forever. Now we have an East Coast land of fruits and flakes, a place unfit, even dangerous, to try to raise children in.
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