James Dobson’s Cure For Your Effeminate Son

Ken AshfordSex/Morality/Family ValuesLeave a Comment

Fkb03 Apparently, he’s totally serious:

Meanwhile, the boy’s father has to do his part. He needs to mirror and affirm his son’s maleness. He can play rough-and-tumble games with his son, in ways that are decidedly different from the games he would play with a little girl. He can help his son learn to throw and catch a ball.

I guess boys who grow up in cultures where they don’t play baseball (which is, like, most of the world) are all gay.

He can teach him to pound a square wooden peg into a square hole in a pegboard.

Ah.  Finally, the nature/nature debate is resolved.  People become gay because they aren’t taught to pound square pegs into square holes.

He can even take his son with him into the shower, where the boy cannot help but notice that Dad has a penis, just like his, only bigger.

There’s only one word for this: ookey.  Ookey in a Michael-Jackson-kind-of-way.

World O’Crap (from whom I stole the graphic above) takes a longer look at the recent weirdness coming out of the Dobson family lately.