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Dear Melanie Phillips,

I have to say that, when, this morning, I read that article of yours in which you so eloquently denounce the production of optional lesson plans that would force absolutely every school in the realm to possibly have to consider the idea of maybe including LGBT elements in their curriculum, I was particularly impressed with the dexterity with which you arranged reality to fit your idiosyncrated and rightuous view of the world.

How can one not be impressed with your citing the story of that preacher, who was NOT condemned for homophobic statements, as one of the incontrovertible proofs that those poor Christians are yet again under attack by the nasty gays and their terrible homosexual agenda.

Likewise, exhalting as examplary the case of those B&B owners who decided that they were above the law of this country and refused a bedroom to a civilly-partnered gay couple, was truly a masterstroke.

I can also only applaud and humbly agree when, dear Melanie, you state that "this is but the latest attempt to brainwash children with propaganda under the ­camouflage of ­education. It is an abuse of childhood". It is indeed the latest attempt and it is absolutely outrageous that centuries of complusory religous education, your favorite type of proganda, should be brushed aside so and replaced by someone else's.

And while we are mentioning the good ol' "moral norms of Western civilisation", which, as you so insightfully explain, are being trampled by those repugnant homosexuals, I would like to state how much I long for that golden age when women knew there rightful place (in the kitchen or at church, with the kids) and didn't have the impudence of expressing their naive and childlike views in the papers, but simply didn't even have views on anything.

Likewise I hanker for that blessed time when we, the enlightened white males of this world, could make the gift of civilisation and the good news of the Gospel to those poor black and brown people by allowing them to wait on us and do our jobs for nothing.

*nostalgic sigh*

So, dear Melanie, please, please, please, carry on your good work in that thankless role of moral light of this nation, that you undertook, unbidden, to burden your frail shoulders with. We need people like you lest we forget how the world has changed and how different it would be if you and your devoted followers of the Daily Mail readership had their way.

Best wishes,

Zefrog.

For those curious to see what including LGBT elements to the curriculum can do to a school, I suggest you visit this page on the LGBT History Month website or read this blog post by a gay teacher.
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