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The Passage of Prop 8 by Joe! Had to share!
Current mood: pissed off
Category: Life
MESSAGE FROM JOE RE: PASSAGE OF PROP 8 Current mood: angry Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes
To all you folks who voted Yes on Prop 8...
Fuck you. Yes, I'm talking to you. I'm done being polite about this, about pleading my case with civility and discourse.
Fuck your arguments about children, education, or "activist judges", because it's about none of those things, and you know it. You hide your bigotry behind lies and political rhetoric.
Fuck your argument that the only good family unit contains a mother and a father. I know many fine people who were raised by a single, awesome dad or mom, and they turned out pretty fucking great. Fuck you for marginalizing their childhoods.
Fuck your arguments about the sanctity of marriage! What makes your marriage more worthy of state recognition? Spare me the lecture. Or, make divorce and quickie weddings illegal, too.
Fuck your arguments about the history of marriage, learn its *real* history, which is hardly confined to the last few centuries of Christian belief. If the church didn't want this day to come, they should not have let the government take over marriage. But since they did, and since government should treat everyone equally, we are here now. We're not the concept of marriage as it stood three hundred years ago, we are here, right now. Act like it.
Fuck your argument that it's about freedom of religion, which only proves that it's a clear violation of the separation of church and state. How would you like it if I voted on your religious rights, too?
Fuck your arguments about the "slippery slope" it would create, in either marriage or democracy. Give society some fucking credit for having a modicum of common sense. A sudden wave of marrying dogs and widespread polygamy won't happen, and you know it.
Fuck you when you say that civil unions should be enough, because separate but equal isn't equal, and you know it.
Fuck your excuses about the will of the people, because sometimes all that amounts to is mob rule, especially when that mob is created through fear and lies, religious dogma, and massive out-of-state funding.
Fuck you for saying "oh, please understand that *my* personal decision isn't driven by religious beliefs or moral propriety," because underneath it all, it most certainly is... and if you're dancing around that issue to justify your vote some other way, you're in denial.
Fuck you for saying "some of my friends are gay" and still voting yes, because it doesn't hide your bigotry. Your actions are your words.
Fuck you for making me a second-class citizen.
Thankfully we have a President now who acknowledged my existence as a Gay American in the first few minutes of his acceptance speech. Maybe, in time, his efforts at unifying this country will be successful for all of us, gay and straight. I don't always agree with Andrew Sullivan, but he had a great post that said "We must never let popular votes affect our own internal sense of our worth, our equality, our dignity as human beings. Our marriages are real; all that is at issue is whether a majority will recognize them in law. The next generation already does."
Ok...where to start. There's something about the number 7 or so I'm told.
It's been a rough couple of weeks. I'm ok with that. It's the work thing and if that get's me promoted, well then, it will hopefully pay off....especially after 15 years with the company.
So, the purpose of this blog....well, I don't know.
After a rough day at both jobs, I decided to head to Tara Station (yes, profile is on myspace)...it's my local pub...gay friendly and all.
Halfway through my beer, doesn't one of the regulars (a firefighter in a kilt) whip out his bagpipes...does one number and than, all of a sudden, a hush falls over the bar.
Why?
Another firefighter is standing with his glass raised. And what is the bagpipper playing? If you can't guess, I'll tell you! Amazing Grace! Slowly, ever so slowly, as people realize what's happening, glasses all over the bar are raised and all you here is the soliloquy of the bagpipes...WOW!
So this is my quandry....in seven years...regardless of what you read in your newspaper or hear on your local news....what has changed? Everything and Nothing. Go figure.
I'm not attempting to be political or radical here, but it is what it is. Yes, I do remember where I was when I first heard about the plane hitting the tower. There were changes going on in the world but also with my company....are either better off or worse? Who's to stay?
OK, so I do need to ask...Where the FUCK is Osama! Wasn't that what this war was supposed to be about? Oh wait, here comes the political thing...sorry...we are trying to control a country that we depend on for it's oil output.
Where am I going with all this? I honestly have no clue. Maybe I'll go put lipstick on a pig or something! LOL!
Ok...I'm done ranting and rambling. Thanks for reading.
While eating lunch, lost a filling, damnit, I hate my teeth some days. As some of you know, yeah, I got shit for teeth regardless of what I do to take care of them. So, dentist apt next week. Temp filling crap from the store. Putting his kids through college. As for that LA Stud... ;)
So like, I was wanting to be in Washington D.C. (yes our nations capital), for Bear Invasuion, but I seriously fucked up my checking account and I'm sitting here wondering how am I gonna make it till Friday of next week when I get paid again.
On top of that.....there's this guy that live's in the L.A. area and I'm trying to figure out how we can meat each other. He's a hot bear and I want him in more ways that I can even let him know, but jesus, how can we work the time difference and....welll you get the idea...
Rest in Peace My Old Man, My Friend, My Old Deuteronomy
Current mood: sad
Category: Life
Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time; He's a Cat who has lived many lives in succession. He was famous in proverb and famous in rhyme A long while before Queen Victoria's accession. Old Deuteronomy's buried nine wives And more - I am tempted to say, ninety-nine; And his numerous progeny prospers and thrives And the village is proud of him in his decline. At the sight of that placid and bland physiognomy, When he sits in the sun on the vicarage wall, The Oldest Inhabitant croaks: `Well, of all ... Things ... Can it be ... really! ... No! ... Yes! ... Ho! hi! Oh, my eye! My sight may be failing, but yet I confess I believe it is Old Deuteronomy!'
Old Deuteronomy sits in the street, He sits in the High Street on market day; The bullocks may bellow, the sheep they may bleat, But the dogs and the herdsmen will turn them away. The cars and the lorries run over the kerb, Andthe villagers put up a notice: ROAD CLOSED - So that nothing untoward may chance to disturb Deuteronomy's rest when he feels so disposed Or when he's engaged in domestic economy: And the Oldest Inhabitant croaks: `Well, of all ... Things ... Can it be ... really! ... No! ... Yes! ... Ho! hi! Oh, my eye! I'm deaf of an ear now, but yeat I can guess That the cause of the trouble is Old Deuteronomy!'
Old Deuteronomy lies on the floor Of the fox and French Horn for his afternoon sleep; And when the men say: `There's just time for one more,' then the landlady from her back parlour will peep And say: `Now then, out you go, by the back door, For Old Deuteronomy mustn't be woken - I'll have the police if there's any uproar' - And out they all shuffle, without a work spoken. The digestive repose of that feline's gastronomy Must never be broken, whatever befall: And the Oldest Inhabitant croaks: `Well of all ... Things ... Can it be ... really! ... Yes! ... No! ... Ho! hi! Oh, my eye! My legs may be tottery, I must go slow And be careful of Old Deuteronomy!'
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