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Art Mann
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Everybody loves this one, right?
Well, almost everybody. Check out this critical analysis:
Cute? Heart-warming? Well, if the fires of Hell are "warm" enough for your stoney, god-hating heart, then I suppose so.
You're so blind to the cute puppy that you fail to recognize (or perhaps you're secretly celebrating?) the underlying message that drinking beer will make you more comfortable having Gay Sex with Young Children.
That's right. After all, the union of an adult horse, a gigantic Clydesdale no less, and a juvenile dog or "puppy", is an obvious metaphor for the unnatural union of a well-hung man, perhaps of Scottish descent (ref. the river Clyde), with a thick, bushy beard and pubic area. His enormous, horse-like genitals are wantonly available beneath a flouncing kilt. Pair him with a young man, perhaps a teenager or "twink" as The Gay likes to refer to the youthful males on which they prey. The rebellious young man leaves his school or home and runs away in search of adventure. Feeling emboldened he ventures into the "barn", only a soft "n" sound away from "bar", where alcohol is served. Note that in the puppy's first encounter, the horse is not completely visible. Only his head comes over the door of the stall, so the youthful and inexperienced "pup" has no idea what he's getting himself into. The horse, on the other hand, is a mature adult, lurking in his stall, an allusion, no doubt, to the bathroom stall in The Gay's bar where these unnatural unions are so often consummated.
The man attempts to return the puppy to the kennel three times, a clear reference to Christ's asking Peter three times if he would deny him. Of course, in this case the Christ figure comes a third time to redeem the puppy only to be thwarted by a host of the massive homosexuals with their thick, veined erections and powerfully muscled bodies, at once symbols of lust and desire, but also of menace and intimidation for anyone who would stand between them and the soft, tender young body of the un-violated youth, his smooth belly still pink and soft, his eyes wide with wonder at these new experiences, but ignorant to the Spiritual Poison that awaits.
We see the man and woman are clearly interested in one another in a natural, normal heterosexual fashion and it is suggested that once they become better acquainted they will indeed engage in heterosexual congress, his copious ejaculate filling her loins until her body overflows and it trickles down her thigh. But their natural and wholesome expression of God's desire as mandated in Genesis (man and woman cleve together? remember that part?), the dog is now "separated" from this as the ruthless, lusty, muscular gang of "studs" have surrounded the car, taken the "pup", and now enclosed him in their area, their turf, where the big, burley, sweaty, stud "Clydesdale" with his prodigious turgidity can now be free to seduce and have his way with the "puppy."
Notice how they frolic uninhibited in the pen while the loving parental figures can only look on, helpless. Clearly the attractive woman with supple, pouting bosom and ample round hips represents Christian Eve, while the resourceful, strong man with his muscular forearms and thighs, his cowboy jeans suggesting, but not flaunting, a generous manhood that will please the woman in manners proscribed by Almighty God, taking her in multi-positioned sex throughout the course of their rural day, all in a beautiful representation of Christ as Husband of the Church (us). But the Beer company doesn't care about the Family. They say, "Let your young men run free, let them come to the city and drink beer so their senses are dulled when the "studs" mount them and penetrate them deeply with huge erections, laying them in slings with their feet suspended from the ceiling as they coat each other with lubricants and numbing agents that allow them to remain erect longer without reaching orgasm, the only thing that will bring escape for the smooth young man, now their plaything. But the penetrators don't reach climax and stop. No, they continue to savage the youth's anus for terrible and unnatural duration because they've trained themselves in their cult of penis worship to prolong and forestall orgasm through drugs and obsessive discipline.
And the youth's parents can only weep and pray from the fence line, knowing that their son is an anal sex slave of The Gay.
And you think it's adorable. You should be ashamed.
(Yup, I ripped this off from another site, but couldn't resist sharing.)
Well, almost everybody. Check out this critical analysis:
Cute? Heart-warming? Well, if the fires of Hell are "warm" enough for your stoney, god-hating heart, then I suppose so.
You're so blind to the cute puppy that you fail to recognize (or perhaps you're secretly celebrating?) the underlying message that drinking beer will make you more comfortable having Gay Sex with Young Children.
That's right. After all, the union of an adult horse, a gigantic Clydesdale no less, and a juvenile dog or "puppy", is an obvious metaphor for the unnatural union of a well-hung man, perhaps of Scottish descent (ref. the river Clyde), with a thick, bushy beard and pubic area. His enormous, horse-like genitals are wantonly available beneath a flouncing kilt. Pair him with a young man, perhaps a teenager or "twink" as The Gay likes to refer to the youthful males on which they prey. The rebellious young man leaves his school or home and runs away in search of adventure. Feeling emboldened he ventures into the "barn", only a soft "n" sound away from "bar", where alcohol is served. Note that in the puppy's first encounter, the horse is not completely visible. Only his head comes over the door of the stall, so the youthful and inexperienced "pup" has no idea what he's getting himself into. The horse, on the other hand, is a mature adult, lurking in his stall, an allusion, no doubt, to the bathroom stall in The Gay's bar where these unnatural unions are so often consummated.
The man attempts to return the puppy to the kennel three times, a clear reference to Christ's asking Peter three times if he would deny him. Of course, in this case the Christ figure comes a third time to redeem the puppy only to be thwarted by a host of the massive homosexuals with their thick, veined erections and powerfully muscled bodies, at once symbols of lust and desire, but also of menace and intimidation for anyone who would stand between them and the soft, tender young body of the un-violated youth, his smooth belly still pink and soft, his eyes wide with wonder at these new experiences, but ignorant to the Spiritual Poison that awaits.
We see the man and woman are clearly interested in one another in a natural, normal heterosexual fashion and it is suggested that once they become better acquainted they will indeed engage in heterosexual congress, his copious ejaculate filling her loins until her body overflows and it trickles down her thigh. But their natural and wholesome expression of God's desire as mandated in Genesis (man and woman cleve together? remember that part?), the dog is now "separated" from this as the ruthless, lusty, muscular gang of "studs" have surrounded the car, taken the "pup", and now enclosed him in their area, their turf, where the big, burley, sweaty, stud "Clydesdale" with his prodigious turgidity can now be free to seduce and have his way with the "puppy."
Notice how they frolic uninhibited in the pen while the loving parental figures can only look on, helpless. Clearly the attractive woman with supple, pouting bosom and ample round hips represents Christian Eve, while the resourceful, strong man with his muscular forearms and thighs, his cowboy jeans suggesting, but not flaunting, a generous manhood that will please the woman in manners proscribed by Almighty God, taking her in multi-positioned sex throughout the course of their rural day, all in a beautiful representation of Christ as Husband of the Church (us). But the Beer company doesn't care about the Family. They say, "Let your young men run free, let them come to the city and drink beer so their senses are dulled when the "studs" mount them and penetrate them deeply with huge erections, laying them in slings with their feet suspended from the ceiling as they coat each other with lubricants and numbing agents that allow them to remain erect longer without reaching orgasm, the only thing that will bring escape for the smooth young man, now their plaything. But the penetrators don't reach climax and stop. No, they continue to savage the youth's anus for terrible and unnatural duration because they've trained themselves in their cult of penis worship to prolong and forestall orgasm through drugs and obsessive discipline.
And the youth's parents can only weep and pray from the fence line, knowing that their son is an anal sex slave of The Gay.
And you think it's adorable. You should be ashamed.
(Yup, I ripped this off from another site, but couldn't resist sharing.)
