OHIO: Eight Horses Burned To Death In Anti-Gay Arson Attack

Eight horses were burned alive in their barn this weekend in an arson attack on a property owned by a gay man. The words "Fags are freaks" were found spray-painted on the side of the barn.

Seven adult horses and one foal died as a result of an arson fire at 874 West Richards Road in McConnelsville just after 11:30 p.m. on Sunday. Owner Brent Whitehouse said he woke to discover the barn engulfed in flames and immediately called 911, but it was too late. "I couldn't get the door open I could still hear the horses kicking and I tried as hard as I could to get them out and I just couldn't get them out in time," he said. Those who know Brent believe this was a hate crime, explicit words relating to his sexuality were spray painted in large white letters on the side of the barn before the fire was started. "They obviously don't know him very well, because he's a sweet-hearted person and how he lives his lifestyle is nobody's business but his own," said friend Bobbie Nelson.

Unbelievable.

Sharron Angle Sings! Sort Of!

No No No No No No NO!

Former JetBlue flight attendant Steven Slater fancies himself a rapper. Here's a snippet of his single, I'm Steven Slater, Bitches. Make it stop, please.

Photo Of The Day - Gay Xmas Trees

Treetopia is running a billboard in Los Angeles advertising their dreadful rainbow Xmas tree. From the product description on their site, which is "written" by the tree itself:

My first home was in a Vacation Bible School classroom where the students were learning all about Noah's Ark and God's promise to never again destroy the earth. Life was full of love; children sat close to me to be around the happiness that comes from rainbows and Christmas. I got to play the rainbow in all the church pageants. I was happy. But one day the new minister's wife ran in screaming, "That tree is a bad influence on my little boy!!!" She pointed a shaking finger at me, and two burly members of the congregation picked me up and put me in a closet-like box. I didn't understand what the uproar was about. After all, I'm Just a Rainbow Tree. A few months and a cross country trek later, those closet doors were thrown open and I alighted onto the floor of a thrift store in San Francisco. A crowd gathered around; their "oohs" and "aahs" and "Fabulous!" escalated until they hoisted me onto their shoulders. I was paraded up and down Castro Street, and soon a line formed behind me as we sang "Somewhere over the Rainbow". I was so overwhelmed by the immediate acceptance and love that I just burst into tears.

Proud sobbing rainbow trees are available for $229.

(Tipped by JMG reader Dr. Jeff)

Gwyneth Paltrow - Forget You

Slog's Wm. Steven Humphrey on this "train wreck" from next week's Glee: "This particular train leaps off the tracks, barrels through a kid's chemo treatment center, runs over 37 baskets of puppies, and then explodes in a firestorm of WHAT THE FUCK. (Or rather, what the 'forget.')"

Daily Grumble

I can say without hyperbole that TNT's new vehicle for wingnut actress Angie Harmon, Rizzoli & Isles, is one hundred million times worse than any cop show I've even seen. On last night's episode, the characters sniggered their way through a lesbian dating site, pondering whether Harmon's undercover profile should be listed as butch, sporty, or lipstick. (The gravel-voiced Harmon is rather naturally butch, but OH NOES, not that!) And of course, every woman at the lesbian bar was a slender beautiful straight-porn dream. The killer, natch, was the victim's legal wife, because hey, equal rights means gay-married women get to bludgeon their spouses and cheat with slender beautiful lesbian bartenders just like everybody else!

A Case Of Gay Senior Abuse

Here's a timely story in light of last night's hospital directive from President Obama. The National Center for Lesbian Rights is helping out in the case of two gay seniors, one of whom has since died, after the two were kept apart when one was hospitalized. The case report is heartbreaking.

Ignoring Clay’s significant role in Harold’s life, the county continued to treat Harold like he had no family and went to court seeking the power to make financial decisions on his behalf. Outrageously, the county represented to the judge that Clay was merely Harold’s “roommate.” The court denied their efforts, but did grant the county limited access to one of Harold’s bank accounts to pay for his care.

What happened next is even more chilling: without authority, without determining the value of Clay and Harold’s possessions accumulated over the course of their 20 years together or making any effort to determine which items belonged to whom, the county took everything Harold and Clay owned and auctioned off all of their belongings. Adding further insult to grave injury, the county removed Clay from his home and confined him to a nursing home against his will. The county workers then terminated Clay and Harold's lease and surrendered the home they had shared for many years to the landlord.

Three months after he was hospitalized, Harold died in the nursing home. Because of the county’s actions, Clay missed the final months he should have had with his partner of 20 years. Compounding this tragedy, Clay has literally nothing left of the home he had shared with Harold or the life he was living up until the day that Harold fell, because he has been unable to recover any of his property. The only memento Clay has is a photo album that Harold painstakingly put together for Clay during the last three months of his life.

A trial has been set to begin in July in Sonoma Country, California.