Ken Pobo

If you sing gay-hating, woman-hating lyrics, people call you "cutting edge" and "daring." Yeah, right. As if gay-hating and woman-hating isnít in the public water. As if history isnít the poisonous plant that grows from poisonous soil. As if corpses of women and gay human beings arenít routinely stuffed behind the television in most American houses. ****

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