Eugene Delgaudio may be the least effective anti-gay activist ever. Although his Public Advocate of the United States organization spends over a million bucks each year “fighting overtime against the Radical Homosexual lobby”, you’ve probably never heard of him.
Delgaudio is currently representing the Sterling District on Board of Supervisors in Loudoun County, Virginia. Oh, and his name popped up briefly in 2008 when he insinuated that gay people must be responsible for torching Sarah Palin’s church, but otherwise his profile is pretty low. His organization apparently has done some street theater (holding a man-donkey marriage, for example) but even that is so poorly organized that it doesn’t get press.
Oh, but Eugene is a dedicated warrior against those radical homosexuals. And like some others, his public proclamations tend towards the lurid and hint that he may not be fully sane. In fact, he may be downright bat-poop crazy.
In April, Delgaudio sent to his reader an appeal for funds that included this rather imaginative narrative:
One stormy night I drove to a mailshop hidden deep in a nearly deserted stand of warehouses. I’d heard something was up and wanted to see for myself.
As I rounded the final turn my eyes nearly popped. Tractor-trailers pulled up to loading docks, cars and vans everywhere and long-haired, earring-pierced men scurrying around running forklifts, inserters and huge printing presses.
Trembling with worry I went inside. It was worse than I ever imagined.
Row after row of boxes bulging with pro-homosexual petitions lined the walls, stacked to the ceiling.
My mind reeled as I realized hundreds, maybe thousands, more boxes were already loaded on the tractor-trailers. And still more petitions were flying off the press.
Suddenly a dark-haired man screeched, “Delgaudio what are you doing here?” Dozens of men began moving toward me. I’d been recognized.
As I retreated to my car, the man chortled, “This time Delgaudio we can’t lose.”
Driving away, my eyes filled with tears as I realized he might be right. This time the Radical Homosexuals could win.
Poor Eugene. “Long-haired, earring-pierced men” hasn’t been a description of the gay community since 1984. (Just for fun, read that story again and count the sexual innuendos.)
And now he has a brand new appeal out with an even scarier threat.
And as the Radical Homosexuals gain more and more ground in Congress, my hands are tied…
Life here in Washington has been a virtual Hell for me…
I put off sending you this email for a while because I didn’t want to worry you.
You see, I’ve gotten death threats and I never take them lightly. But when they go beyond threatening and actually try to kill me, it’s a whole different story.
There’s more my friend…
In the past, strangers follow my family around town…
Idling cars sit across the street at all hours of the night…
…the threatening phone calls, the death threats and the outrageous lies… oh, it’s endless… but thank the Lord for He truly blessed me with a family so strong, so brave… and yes, so supportive!
I’ve taken precautions to protect my family. Some things I’ve told you about, but some things I must keep confidential or they’d be in more peril.
Will you pray for my family and me? That the Lord would keep us safe? I covet your prayers!
Oh, it’s endless, all right. It’s endless bullsh!t.
Either Eugene Delgaudio is an astonishingly inept but determined liar or his lifelong dedication to a campaign of hatred has finally warped his mind to the point where he no longer is capable of distinguishing fact from fiction (or, in his case, more likely fantasy). Frankly, I think that either one could be true.