It's good to see our weak-kneed northern cousins tear themselves apart about their gay bar or crummy accommodation as it turns the spotlight away from our own problems (and a whole bunch of new suckers is leaving chc for our shallow unfulfilled promises). Well, the gay dollar is fast crumbling against our manly, Iraq-kicking-butt-goodole-George yankee dollar and with us you have the security of the militants not knowing where you're living - because we shure as hell don't have a goddam idea. As for gay bars - you may have them in Richmond, but we sure as hell don't in Houston. Join a real-man's company (but with integrity as our watchword), Bristow or OLOG or whatever it is we've decided is best for the corporate image this year
