Chris Kluwe

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Not sure if anyone knows who Chris Kluwe is.

He punts a football for a living for the Minnesota Vikings. He is also a real accomplished letter writer.

Kluwe wrote a letter in defense of a teammate who was speaking out about gay marriage.

Here's a bit of the explanation:

Ravens linebacker Brendon Ayanbadejo has publicly expressed support for gay marriage, a public position that angered state delegate Emmett C. Burns Jr. and caused him to write a letter to team owner Steve Bisciotti. In the letter, Burns asked the Ravens to "inhibit such expressions" from players.

Ayanbadejo defended himself in an eloquent way. Kluwe took a different tack, writing a very descriptive letter that included some swear words I hadn't even heard before. Why did he go that way? What caused him to speak out in defense of Ayanbadejo, a player he doesn't know? Did he feel that the profanity took away from the message?

I read the letter. It was really well done. Kluwe was fired up about the fact that the state delegate was trying to silence a football player.

Chris Kluwe is now a hero of mine.

First of all, he spoke his mind.

Secondly, he defended his position.

Thirdly, he used the language, both intelligent and profane to make his point.

There is another story making rounds about a football player who was kicked off his college team for kissing his boyfriend.

Seriously?

It's just hard for me to understand.

Didn't we once believe that women should be oppressed and kept quiet?

Didn't we follow that up with a real embarrassing attitude towards blacks?

Why are we repeating it with gays?

Kluwe wrote an extremely eloquent argument about how gay marriage being passed would not make the state delegate (Burns Jr.) gay.

I really want to write the words that Kluwe wrote, but I'd rather you read the letter.

Go find it!

Go Vikings!!!

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