- The Washington Times - Monday, June 27, 2022

Pride Month is in full swing across the U.S., blanketing the landscape beneath the omnipresent rainbow flag of the LGBTQ community. With the surging rite of June comes a public spree of sexual expression more appropriately practiced in private. Liberties that are the birthright of Americans include the freedom to offend, but persons of good have the good sense to avoid flaunting their edgy habits. Sadly, growing numbers of Pride celebrants do not. 

In his proclamation to kick off the season of “Pride,” President Joe Biden wrote: “I often say that America can be defined by one word: possibilities. This month, we celebrate generations of LGBTQI+ people who have fought to make the possibilities of our Nation real for every American.” In touting the celebration last week, the president stumbled over the acronym’s latest version. He is to be forgiven: New characters must be tacked on with each freshly invented class of sexuality.

Down through the years, Americans have celebrated heroic figures for their public achievements rather than their personal peccadilloes. Astronaut John Glenn, for example, became a genuine icon of American greatness owing to his triumph as the first U.S. man to orbit the Earth in 1962, which earned him a ticker-tape parade. The private side of his life, which included 73 years of traditional marriage, had little relevance to his popularity.

Likewise, astronaut Sally Ride rose to recognition as a symbol of American excellence. Aboard a mission of the space shuttle Challenger in 1983, she became the first U.S. woman in space. Back on earth, her instant celebrity was a product of her courage. There was no public revelry over her lesbianism.

Such persons fill the annals of Americana owing to their exhaustingly acquired talents, not their secret passions. Former President Barack Obama awarded each astronaut the Presidential Medal of Freedom — Mr. Glenn in 2012, Ms. Ride posthumously in 2013.

That was then. Now, Pride parades crowd the streets of New York, Los Angeles and Chicago with individuals arrayed in all manner of provocative costumes. Loudly they announce their sexual identity and appetites, and vaingloriously they clamor for the adulation of unabashed onlookers. Exposed to sights beyond their ken, young children are dragooned as participants — marching obediently to the tune of their garish guardians.

In Washington, a scantily clad transgender individual is filmed twerking his or her posterior in the personal space of a police officer dutifully safeguarding the procession. Such expressive acts are, in essence, a flash of in-your-face disrespect for the civil society that tolerates such spectacles.   

To be sure, Americans love to emote. Pride Month is more a public expose of private desires than personal achievement. Flaunting sexuality in a brazen manner is certainly one type of free expression. It is a misplaced passion for “pride,” though, which chips away at the respect that Americans owe one another. It’s not something to be proud of.

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