A couple decades ago, pop singer Madonna stirred passions by announcing that she wanted to adopt a child, and that child would be gay.
Yeah. Really. Approximately. I think.
Well, you know. That’s what I remember. And in those days right before the rise of the information superhighway? You’d think they were dark ages, a long-lost era. I’m not certain how many of my age peers’ memories reach back to the middle of the nineties, speak nothing of beyond. Then again, our only real verification that the eighties existed is bad music and this curious videologued gospel of The Lost Boys.
The Lord sayeth, “Sometimes she shines, and I know Beauty has her way”. Amen.
Oh, right. Hell’s bells, I’m not actually doing a Madonna song.
Wait a minute, she is empirical proof of the eighties.
Never mind. This is all just filler, anyway. Setup. Because you know Adam went and broke something, again.
Huber, Adam. “A Dip Off the Old Block”. Bug Martini. 10 August 2015.