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Homophobe gets flawlessly murdered by words for comparing Pride Month to Nazi Germany.

This clap-back deserves its own parade 😂😂😂🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈



It's Pride Month, which many members of the heterosexual community choose to interpret as a time to celebrate their desire for victim hood by whining about how they don't get a month/parade/enough attention. It's exhausting and takes energy and focus away from the whole point of Pride Month: celebrating and empowering the LGBTQ community, and also, selling them things.



A prime example of attention-deprived cis, straight folks trying to make Pride Month about THEM, as if every freaking day isn't already about them, comes from a guy who goes by "A Gift from God" on Twitter. Sure, if by "God" you mean a cat, and by "gift" you mean a partially decomposing rat carcass.


This guy recently posted one of the worst tweets I've ever seen, and I've seen all the tweets. It did not end well for him. Here is the tweet, I am sorry:



"Being a heterosexual during #PrideMonth is like being a Jew back in nazi Germany," he wrote, before making his profile private (surely the best and only good decision this man has ever made). But too late—because this very, very, very bad tweet was captured by someone who posted it on Reddit, where it provoked this absolutely perfect clap-back from someone who goes by "GaydolphShitler." They wrote:

It's true. A sympathetic gay couple have sheltered me in their attic for the last 5 days. The gaystapo came yesterday and interrogated my benefactors, but they didn't search the house. At least not this time.
I'm putting them in terrible danger, but I don't know what else to do. I know what happens to those who protect breeders. They know it too. How long will the be willing to risk their lives for me? I trust them; I have to. What happens when the closet police come back, though? What happens when they are forced to choose between their safety and mine? I pray it doesn't come to that.
A crowd was marching in the street today. I could hear then chanting "YASS QUEEN, YASS QUEEN" through the walls of my hiding place. I can't tell if it's the stomp of their thigh high boots or my own shaking, but it feels like an earthquake. An earthquake inside my own head... my god, there's so many of them. I need to stay positive, but I can feel the spidery thread of hope slipping through my fingers.
Why didn't I listen after homonacht? I could have left. There was still time, but I didn't listen. There's no escape now; only hiding. Hiding and waiting for Pride Month to be over.

And THAT, my friends, is how you murder someone with words. The beautiful and epic takedown was captured and reposted on the sub-Reddit "MurderedByWords" where it went extremely viral. Here you can see the entire exchange in all its beauty:



Never been prouder to be a member of the LGBTQ community AND the Reddit community. Happy Pride to all except the homophobic shitbags!!!!!!

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