Call LGBT Movement by its Real Name: Evil

By Robert Oscar Lopez — The Political Problem of Evil (Edited/abridged by herymakow.com) Aug 13, 2013

I had a recent meeting with a priest, who … said, “You are fighting against real darkness.”  He was referring to my involvement in a movement to protect the rights of children to be raised by a mom and dad…
Little in my life prompted me to speak in terms of good and evil prior to 2012.
It was a year ago, however, in an article in The Public Discourse, that I came forward with a truthful critique of the LGBT movement.  That movement and its problems were something that I knew more personally than almost anyone in the world, since I’d been raised from my toddler years onward in a gay household, and I came out as bisexual myself the same year that my mother passed away.
My piece in The Public Discourse on August 6, 2012, “Growing up with Two Moms,” wasn’t grounded in religious condemnations of homosexuality.  It was, rather, an uncensored summary of what life was like for a child born into leftist utopian dreams gone awry.  It did not seem implausible for me to love my mother yet concede that her divorce from my father and her taking up with another woman for almost all the years that I was being raised by her caused me lifelong wounds that never healed.
The gay lobby had few ways to rebut my point, so they had to resort to vomiting out random insults.  I wasn’t lying, so investigating my personal life wasn’t going to help.  I wasn’t a closet case, so they couldn’t “out” me the way they had crushed other antagonists.  And while I am just as much of a sinner as the next guy, hypocrisy was a tough charge to throw at me, because I’d actually applied what I’d learned … to my choices as a father later on.
As an adult, when I found out that I had gotten a woman pregnant, I decided I would never put another human being in the same situation I knew as a boy.  I would not repeat the mistake of the father who abandoned me when I was born.  I would not repeat the mistake of the mother who entangled me in a homosexual imbroglio that left me socially defenseless against a cruel world when she died.
I knew what it was like to be the child of a gay parent, the child of divorce, an orphan.  I knew what it was like to be a gay parent as well.  I knew there was no excuse for depriving a child of a mom or a dad, just to embark on a new endeavor called “same-sex parenting,” which was just a fancy word for the unjustified exploitation of children for personal gain.
I stayed with the mother of my child, to raise our child together, because I knew better than anyone else that that’s the best thing for a kid.  Millions of years of evolution, not to mention thousands of years of cultural history, have left the human being with a developmental template designed for growth under the custody of a man and a woman in a mutually supportive sexual relationship.  My decision to place my daughter and wife ahead of politics, I realized, wasn’t merely a personal choice.  It was an ethical imperative that I felt called upon to share with others, because the gay lobby was pushing many people to do the opposite — that is, to place sexual ideology before the duty to love all of their children, including the halves of their children that came from the opposite sex.

PERSECUTION BY THE FORCES OF TOLERANCE

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