Murdered Homosexual Not A Martyr After All


Murdered by his own hired sex toy: David Kato

It is always instructive to observe how the liberal press and media are never slow in mounting the next “homophobia” story, but never seem to pay the same attention when the story turns out to be not only utterly wrong, but damaging to their ideological agenda.

To make a sordid story short, it happened (read the beautiful contribution from the “Reluctant Sinner” blog) that David Kato, the Ugandan homosexual activist with the dubious honour of landing on a conservative newspaper’s list of prominent homos with the questionable headline “hang them”, was subsequently murdered.

After the tragedy, the ululations of the homo-wolves were longer and higher-pitched than usual and a “homophobic attack” presented as the very likely cause of the sad loss of a human life (and probably the ever sadder loss of an immortal soul). Sadly for the ulutating wolves, it turns out that the chap was murdered by… a fellow poof who was… his hired lover. You can’t make protest marches with that I am afraid.

Strangely, the space given to this story was – in my perception and, I bet, in yours –  nowhere near the one given to the first, “homophobic” one. How very strange.

Reflecting on these matters, I would now be at a loss to mention heterosexuals killed by their occasional lovers, or killed by people who had been their “guests” for some time.

If on the other hand I think of the supposedly “gay”, several examples come to mind of homos killed by their own lovers, who were being paid by them.

Think of Pierpaolo Pasolini, a wasted talent and the epitome of everything that is filthy, killed in the most squalid of circumstances after quarrelling with male prostitutes about, well, professional fees. Whilst in recent times someone has tried to rewrite history, no one of a sane mind has, or ever had, the slightest doubt about the circumstances leading to his death.

Or think of Gianni Versace, killed by another homosexual very probably “known” to and already “hired” by him. Here too, attempts are being made at re-writing history to divert the attention from the relish with which supposedly “gay” people kill each other, but what became clear is that the man was no stranger to hiring desperate or drug addicted sexual deviants for very cheap money. Like the rather well-off Pasolini, Versace was another cheapskate because of his hate, I think. I’ll come back to this.

Now the case of David Kato, the Homo-Martyr-That-Never-Was. It turns out that the man was killed by the very poor boytoy “gardener” he kept in his home (gardener? GARDENER? Wait a minute! Kato was not wealthy at all and lived in a very dangerous neighbourhood, right?) against shelter, food and you-know-what.

Here too, money is at the centre of the tragedy and here too, “gayness” seems to go together with being a liar and a cheapskate at that or – depending on from what side you see it – a murderer of the man you were screwing just hours before. How very romantic. Kato apparently promised money to his (cough) “gardener” but then failed to deliver and the other had a bout of (cough) “gay pride” and found nothing better to do than to kill him. No doubt, in a few years’ time the attempts to rewrite history will be started here too.

I can’t avoid from all this the impression that homosexuals use, enslave, cheat, and murder their “lovers” with rather alarming frequency; that the idea of hiring sex slaves seems to be rather well spread (no, I do not think that his murderer was very much “romantically involved” with Kato; do you? And didn’t even Oscar Wilde, once in France, start to fish among the poorest and most destitute to satisfy his cravings?); that, in short, these oh so sensitive flowers screaming “homophobia!” and threatening with suicide if one says to them so much as poof often have a way to relating to each other that to me seems dominated by brutal exploitation and raw hate.

Which makes sense, because if there is one sensible conclusion that can be drawn from the extremely high rate of suicide, diseases of all kind and general brutality with each other that the supposed “gay” population exhibits, is that these people hate their own guts with a passion, and the guts of those like them with an ever greater one. Prepotence without manliness, and bitchiness without femininity.

Hate of oneself, then. Wait a minute, how is it called in medical terms?

Yep: homophobia.



Posted on February 9, 2011, in Catholicism and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. I had a professor once who like to say, “The answer to your question isn’t in my field, so that means I can say whatever I’d like about it!”

    In that vein, there seems to be a correlation, if not causation, between homosexuality (and other deviant sexual desires) and various other personality disorders. Think of our own child-abuse scandal, where the majority of cases were not male-female, but male-male. I would be very interested in seeing the numbers on incidents of domestic abuse between heterosexual lovers and homosexual lovers. My guess is that homosexuals, especially homosexual men, would have a noticeably higher occurrence of this sort of violence.

    • I think the same and think that such statistics are not readily available because of their explosive potential.

      Modern society closes both eyes in ordedr not to see the link between “unacceptable” (say: child abuse) and “acceptable” (say: homosexuality) perversion.

      In the meantime, even in these “liberated” times when noone is so pampered as sexual “minorities” (funny, that) homos live on average around ten years less than heteros, with suicides, diseases and self-destructive tendences of all kind (drugs, alcohol, & Co) are very frequent.

      Militant homos rebel to God’s law and let Satan in. Satan subsequently ravages them and takes their soul but hey, they don’t even acknowledge his existence so they think they’ll be fine. Fools.


  2. I’m not sure what you might have had in mind referring to Wilde’s being “once in France”. At the end of his life, then in France, Wilde saw the error of his ways and underwent a wonderful conversion inspired by his wife (a Catholic if I propertly recall) who had remained faithful and patient throughout this nearly life-long ordeal. This part of the OW story is beautiful, suppressed by the media, and too little known. My two-sentence summary of it here is inadequate and inaccurate in detail, but Wilde is really the poster boy, not for witty gay fun, but for conviction, grace and conversion.
    I regret being unable to give a clear link, or even a citation, to get at this story, but it’s out there somewhere.

    • 308s,
      I recall it a little differently. As I recall it, Wilde went to France (after the Reading jail time) and sank into an abyss of evidently self-destructive debauchery, looking for young boys of the underworld. In time, he redeemed himself up to the conversion. I might have read the wrong sources but as I remember it his worst period was after moving to France after the jail.

      I agree that his was a beautiful conversion, but Wilde’s conversion was not relevant in the economy of the post, his fishing among the underworld (common to Pasolini, Versace and, evidently, Kato) was.


  3. Hi again – I hope you don’t mind if I share this privately?

  4. um – please? (just realised that I forgot to add that!)

%d bloggers like this: