Endangered California Republican Congressman and invaluable Russian Asset, Rep. Comrade Dana Rohrabacher wants the good citizens or Orange County California (Motto: home of the newly wed and nearly dead) to know that they do not have to sell their homes to the ‘mos:
“Earlier this month, Rohrabacher told the Orange County Association of Realtors that “every homeowner should be able to make a decision not to sell their home to someone (if) they don’t agree with their lifestyle,” as recounted by one of the attendees. The National Association of Realtors is against discrimination based on “sexual orientation or gender identity,” according to its code of ethics. “It’s sad to see (NAR’s) priority is standing in solidarity with making sure a stamp of approval is put on somebody’s private lifestyle,” Rohrabacher said in response.”
The OC Register reports more:
“On Thursday, Rohrabacher confirmed the accuracy of the sentiment, and added that homeowners should have the right to ‘choose who they do business with.’ ‘We’ve drawn a line on racism, but I don’t think we should extend that line,’ Rohrabacher said. ‘A homeowner should not be required to be in business with someone they think is doing something that is immoral.’
This is more of that swill about your religious freedom should allow you to discriminate against whomever you want, for whatever reason you want. Or more likely, Comrade Putin told Rohrabacher that his suppression of the ‘mos in Lenningrade is working most excellently and he should get with the program. But I digress.
“The statement ignited a protest by a Realtor gay-rights group, prompting the National Association of Realtors to withdraw its recommendation that members send campaign contributions to Rohrabacher.”
That takes some doing to get a California Real Estate Agent to actually take a stand on anything; those capped teeth on those rictus grins in the highly air-brushed photos on their For Sale signs don’t come cheap, I assure you. The Realtors looked at their clients in Laguna Beach—both buying and selling—and saw those commissions evaporate overnight.
What a buffoon.