There's one very important lesson that bigots never really seem to learn: People who are consistently oppressed over a long period of time stockpile their anger and use it to fuel rebellion. Jews got knocked around for a couple millennia and now they have the most bad-ass military on the planet. Liberal Iranians have been demonstrating against their abusive government for two straight weeks. And women? Today I saw a team of female martial artists and they scared the hell out of me just by punching air.

Even the gays can wreck yo bizniz if you're a jerk to them for long enough. 40 years ago beginning at the Stonewall Inn in New York City, a formidable contingent of queer demonstrators had the most fabulous riots after years of getting raided and arrested just for kissing consenting adults with the wrong chromosomal pattern. Ever since then, the pansies and short-haired tomboys of America have been taking to the streets in June to commemorate the day they proved that a riot involving ten percent of any given population can be just as scary as it sounds.

Apparently, nobody gave this important history lesson to the police of Fort Worth, Texas. I've written before about my feelings concerning the fallow chunk of Mars we call the state of Texas, so it doesn't really surprise me that the authorities there are seemingly comprised of ugly idiots with no sense of propriety. Still, it's more than a little frustrating that the Fort Worth police decided to raid a gay bar called The Rainbow Lounge and arrest several of its patrons for no good reason on the anniversary of the beginning of the gay rights movement.

When I say they had "no good reason" I don't mean they had no reason at all. Apparently, the FW pigs decided that June 28th was a good day to arrest queers for public intoxication inside of a bar. Next week I hear they're planning on rounding up Japanese people and sticking them in internment camps under the pretense of public urination inside of a bathroom. This doesn't really explain why the 5-0 decided to arrest the Rainbow Lounge's doorman or a couple of designated drivers, but I guess one can't be counted on to discern relevant details of an alibi in the heat of the moment. I mean, it is rather thrilling to rough up homos who are just minding their own business.

Enough of this bacon. It's Bloid Bomb time.

Immediate Laugh Factor: 2/10- This story isn't funny until you imagine the look on a homophobic cop's face as he struggles with whether or not to frisk a gay bar patron for weapons.

Overt Ludicrousness: 8/10- Let's do the math: Stonewall Anniversary + Gay Bar + Police Raid Under Absurd Pretenses - Any Hope That Texas Has Dignity Outside Of Austin = This Freaking Story.

Depth Of Cultural Wound: 5/10- On the one hand, we're living in an era when gay rights is the defining social issue of our time. On the other hand, it's freaking Texas. I'm surprised the cops didn't just douse The Rainbow Lounge in gasoline and flick lit cigarettes at the wall.

Total: 15/30- When this Bloid Bomb launches from a drag queen's bouffant it will take a mere few hours to reach the moon where it will create a crater in the shape of two dudes getting it on. Maybe if people are forced to look at it every single night for the rest of their lives they'll finally get desensitized to the concept and won't beat people up about it anymore.