Foul note at the Pride Parade

[elfs]

Yesteday, on the way home from the Pride Festival, we drove past a traffic box, one of those commonplace steel boxes about a meter and a half tall and a meter on a side, made of the hullmetal steel which is pretty cheap around here, painted grey. These boxes are everywhere and, given their prominence on streetcorners and the vast plane of unadorned metal they present towards the road, they are popular targets for commercial posters. Usually, these posters are done with waterproof inks, cheap papers, and powerful glues. They'll survive just about anything except the city's anti-grafitti hot-water blasters. Typically, the themes are rocket ships, drug paraphenalia, and scantily-clad women touting the latest band or DJ and similar venues.

At the intersection of Broadway and Mercer, the busiest intersection in Capitol Hill, Seattle's "gay district," and the very thickest part of the parade, stands such a grey box. On it was a single poster, six panels. Each panel was one of the six colors of the Pride rainbow and each had a portrait underneath it.

I recognized half of the portraits: Andrew Cunanan, Jeffrey Dahmer, and John Wayne Gacy. Gay serial killers and child molestors. Each had the word "Pride" emblazoned above his head.

You have to wonder what the original creator was trying to communicate.

Comments

[fallenpegasus]

They were put up by the folks from Rev Phelps's "church". They send two or three people out to *every* notable Pride in the country. (A task that basically occupies the entire congregation for each entire summer.)

Since there are only a few dozen congregants, all of them his kids and grandkids, it's not like he's attracting converts.