The Satanic Panic in the late 1970s made me an ally of all who are different. I knew the fuckers would come for me eventually if I didn't stand up for others, too. My great crime in the eyes of the holy rollers? Why, I play fantasy RPGs, of course. Dungeons and Dragons? Burn him at the stake? Fuck that, and fuck them with poisoned cacti. I ran out of tolerance for the intolerant when I was 15 and haven't found it since.

And they claimed Rock and Roll was the devil. Satan.

Also Jazz before that.

They hated both because they were "that brown sound."