Ah, yes, I remember those good ol’ times on the playground like they were yesterday. “Hey!,” one of us would shout, “that kid doesn’t think gay people deserve to be happy. Let’s get him!,” at which point we would all laugh derisively and throw rocks at his face til he bled, then swarm him, kicking and punching in a hateful mob as we gleefully yelled “Traditionalist!” and “Conservative Christian Asshole!” and “Hey, you moral grandstander, why don’t you put on a white dress shirt and a power tie and go marry a woman, you non-fag bitch!?” Ahhhh, youth.