Carrie Prejean, the oldest looking twentysomething in the history of mankind, has dared to have an opinion in the wrong place, namely at a beauty pageant. That is one of those disgusting, undignified American spectacles, where the "beauty" of walking, breathing breast implants with blonde manes on top and long legs below is judged. Of course, they have talent as well. They are striving to care for the special education needs of elementary school children or cure cancer. Carrie had made a mistake in that she wasn't all over her tolerant top about "gay marriage" when asked. One can safely assume now that she didn't twig the implications of that question and that the answer she gave would cost her years of efforts of acquiring a spectacular, carefully and studied dishevelled blonde mane and turning a (presumably) normal, even pretty, young face into a frightening frozen mask with a lot of teeth.
One could ask now what a nice Christian girl is doing at such a cynical, lewd, lower class public display, and draw the conclusion that one thing Carrie isn't: an icon of and victim for any "conservative" cause.
One could ask now, too, what business a disgusting poofter like Mario Armando Lavandeira, Jr. has to judge over female beauty.
Well... I guess "business" is the operative word and maybe such an understanding of female beauty is even asking for exactly such a judge.
And now excuse me, I am going to throw up.
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