You must be so proud of yourselves.
You pulled a fast one, you sneaky, homophobic, bigoted, asshats.
And how you must be laughing now, that you kept The Lesbian, Constance McMillen, her date, and some of those, excuse my language, retards, from attending the prom and ruining it for your demon spawn children.
Yes, you said you'd have a prom and let Constance come. How magnanimous of you. I'll pause, while you get a dictionary and look up magnanimous. I know it's a big word. Oh, you don't have one of them dictionary word books? My bad.
We'll move on.
So, Constance thought she was getting her prom, and you'll faked her out. You and the rest of your backwoods, cousin-fucking, toothless, moonshine drinking, grade school drop-out hillbilly brethren had two proms. One for the freaks, like Constance McMillen, her date, and four or five special needs students, and one for the normal kids.
You think you outsmarted Constance.
She went to prom with her girlfriend, which is exactly what she wanted. And she got a prom where she wasn't ostracized or called names or shunned. She got to dance with her girlfriend.
So, who won that round
I'd say Constance, because she continues to learn more and more about the parents and students of the Itawamba County School District, and realizes she doesn't fit in there. She has a brain, and a heart, and common decency.
You, parents of Itawamba County School District, are left with hate and black hearts and children who will carry on your legacy of small-mindedness, and bigotry and homophobia. One day, when your children are grown, maybe, as you sit around the buckstove warming up some possum stew, and reading from the Good Book, you'll hear about all the great things Constance McMillen has done with her life. And you'll look around your trailer, at the empty beer cans and tins of chew, in a room filled with your own demon spawn who don't have a job and wonder who really won the fight over prom.