Last night on Broardway a staged reading play based on last year’s federal court fight over California’s gay marriage ban using the trial transcript, firsthand observations of the courtroom drama and interviews with the plaintiffs and their families made its Broadway debut on Monday night with an all-star cast.
Written by Dustin Lance Black and performed to benefit the American Foundation for Equal Rights. The cast included: Morgan Freeman, Ellen Barkin, Anthony Edwards, Bradley Whitford, John Lithgow, Cheyenne Jackson, Campbell Brown, Christine Lahti, Rob Reiner and Larry Kramer, among others.
But according to Towleroad not all the plays characters were on stage. Maggie Gallagher of NOM had the nerve to go to the play, where she sat in the balcony (And the cow had the nerve to bring a bag of her own munchies!) and then sucked up the limelight after the performance.
Yet the real Gallagher sat up in the balcony apparently having bought a ticket to the benefit. She sat and watched as the drama of the trial played out (she had seen it before, she had participated in it). So what could Gallagher have hoped to glean from her perch in the balcony? Perhaps she was finally enlightened last night, that her mission is flawed and hateful, that it is futile, that what she has been working for for years destroys families, hurts children, and is ultimately un-American?
I fear that she did not. I fear that what was behind her motivation to sit there and watch her words come out of Houdyshell’s mouth was some sort of ego stroke, a pat on the back, a motivational fuel for her anti-gay engine.
Afterward, she certainly seemed to enjoy the attention she was getting just outside the theatre, even though much of it was negative.
And she obviously knew she was coming for a show. My friends Phil and Ronald sat directly in front of her. You can see Ronald in the top photo. They had a hard time listening to the show because along with her nerve, Ms. Gallagher brought a large plastic bag of loud food, which she rustled and munched throughout the production (she’s still got it on the way out). Perhaps she thought it was a popcorn flick she was going to. In any case, someone should have told her that it’s rude, perhaps even against the rules, to eat in the theatre. But we already know what Gallagher and her organization think of rules.
What an evil megalomaniac cow. No shame, no soul, and no class.
Another opportunity missed to for me and my fruit pie to make statement as it hits her fat ugly face. Although I might have to switch to shaving cream on a plate. She’s just eat the pie.