NBC reporter Ben Collins said on Peacock’s “MTP NOW” that parents take children to all-age drag brunches to meet a drag queen “just to show them they’re human beings.”
Host Kristen Welker said, “What are you seeing online in the wake of this shooting? Is anything standing out to you?”
Collins said, “I will say that the months-long campaign of targeting trans and gay rights events and supports and things like drag brunches, that has been a persistent narrative by the anti-LGBQ right in the last six months to the last year. One of the main drivers of that hate is an account called Libs of TikTok.”
Welker said, “You said this, but we I think we can’t emphasize this enough. This was during a drag night.”
Collins said, “And also hours before what they call an all-ages drag brunch which is probably the number one target of these anti-LGBTQ events recently. For example, the Proud Boys will go and protest any drag brunch, any drag story hour, anything that a child might go to meet a drag queen, just to show them they’re human beings and people. They go there, and they read Dr. Seuss there. They read regular books, but it is read by a drag queen, and they have breakfast. It is not some hypersexual event, but that’s what it’s viewed as on the far right.”
Oh, izzatso? Then why, pray tell, do you have to do it in drag? If all it really IS about is “reading Dr Seuss to children,” as you so speciously claim, then just do it in regular street clothes. It shouldn’t be necessary for you to don full-on Freak regalia and turn yourself into an outrageous, disturbing parody of what you perceive a woman to be. By wearing casual slacks or even just jeans and a T-shirt, you’ll thereby avoid any potential hassle with justly-irate parents who, unfortunately for you, are onto your little game.
But that just doesn’t have quite the same appeal to you, now does it? Doesn’t quite fire your rockets. So instead, we get this:
Yeah, tell me the above obviously mentally-diseased dude ain’t getting his rocks off with his little shitshow.
Whatever the hell is going on here, Dr Seuss ain’t got a thing in the world to do with it, beyond acting as an enabling step along the way to achieving that delightful little frisson of, yes, sexual ecstasy so powerfully alluring to degenerate Groomers like these. Sorry, bub, you’re gonna have to peddle that bushwa someplace else; ain’t no market for it here, I’m afraid.