I love it. For my sarcastic ridicule of Michael Marcavage (an offense I've repeated many times, BTW), I'm being called a "queer hating site."

I'm hoping this is satire.

(What, I should be hoping it isn't?)

MORE: For readers who aren't interested in following links, Marcavage is a local (Philadelphia area) antigay bigot, who thinks homosexuals should be executed, and who enjoys getting himself arrested for disrupting gay events. I would hope that regular readers understand that my satire about him is not only not endorsement; it's precisely the opposite.

UPDATE: It occurs to me that I might be jumping to conclusions, so it might be worth a close look at the full context of the apparent criticism:

Here's a nice queer hating site talking about how talented he is. Of course, by talented they mean he's a bible baiting winger just as Jesse Jackson is a race baiter.

But now I'm thinking about the possible meaning of "nice queer hating site." That might mean that I'm a nice site that hates "queers." On the other hand it might mean that I only hate "nice queers."

Context is everything.

UPDATE: In a comment to his post, the author Dan says he was joking.

No biggie. One of the problems with the Internet is that it's easy to miss sarcasm.

(The busier I get, the more likely I am to miss it myself.)