Know the term "quilting bee?" It's a gathering of (generally) women to sew and make quilts.
I notice that organized queerdom, probably with the help of needle-pushing junkies, is flaunting part of its sacred quilt in D.C. It's so huge, you see, hence my subject line, that only sections can be exhibited. Luckily, however, we are told a website where we can witnes it in all its melancholy glory and splendor.
As to the size of the thing, I wonder if there hasn't been a holocaust-type inflation there; I mean similar to the 6 million. There's another relevance to my subject line.
Also pertaining to size, don't you suppose that a breast cancer quilt would blanket the whole of the National Capital? Those victims, by the way, are innocent; not a one has gone out of her way to put herself in jeopardy. Anyone that contracts AIDS nowadays must be as stupid as he is depraved.
Honoring deceased individuals that made a practice of cramming items like flashlight batteries and hamsters (an ER nurse reported helping to extract those emblems of diverse love-making) up their own or another's anus; the country has come (DOWN) a great distance, hasn't it?
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