If I may be permitted to summarize, I believe he has no problem with LGBT people, but simply reserves the right to be disgusted by them, throw them out of his house, or move quickly away if any come near him.
The reason for this is not entirely clear, except that, as cited, they seem to always be trying to kill him. Also, there is the matter of his redneck buddies working the oil rigs in Fort McMurray. They are apparently losing limbs all over the place, but do any transgender types come up to Fort McMurray to protest against the limb-loss problem? No, they do not. Make of that what you will, but it’s a fact.
Then there’s the poignant story of the young construction worker who gave his life for the gay cause. He was building a condo that was apparently exclusively for gays, and fell 50 stories. The moral is stark: if there weren’t any gays, we wouldn’t need gay condos, and the kid would still be alive. The tragedy of it all, related in that post, is that the kid didn’t even get a plack.
It’s not clear to me why gays should have posthumously given the young lad a plack, although the poster’s historical insight is impressive. Perhaps the young lad was Scottish, as a plack (also known as a plock) is of course a small copper coin that was sporadically used in Scotland in the 14th and 15th centuries, considered nearly worthless, having a value of four Scots pennies. Perhaps such an award is some kind of subtly nuanced backhanded compliment. The name comes from the Flemish and later Middle Dutch placke, meaning “small coin”, a coin of such low value that it led to the Middle Dutch connotation of “plack stain” or spot, or, in a more modern connotation, a shit stain. I don’t know about the flying construction worker, but my personal belief is that our dearly departed poster not only deserves a plack himself, but, in the modern connotation, actually is one.