the party goes on.
the party goes on.
I’m glad there’s a reasonable man in the White House and sad that there are unreasonable people, well, everywhere else. The thing that baffles me most about all of this is that gay marriage hurts no one and changes nothing. It’s just love. It’s just a nice thing. Why can’t we have nice things in this country?!?
In other news, Tom Gabel of rock band, Against Me, says he’s been a woman all along. Correction, she‘s been a woman all along. I think that deserves a: You go, girl!
Tom or Laura Grace Jane, as she’s soon to be known, has a wife and a two year old daughter. Will this make his wife a lesbian? Will the daughter grow up resenting her “father?”
Those questions don’t mean anything.
They’re just a way for people to look down on someone who is transgendered. If good people love and care for one another, they’ll get by. Better a father who is happy with who she is, than a father who hides it and breeds resentment and self hatred. Love is just love and love is everything. It needs no other labels.
I’m sick of the debate. We’re all headed for the grave, let’s make the most of the time in between and end these pointless crusades.
It’s a historic day. America has chosen change. We have elected our first black president. We have elected Senator Barack Obama.
It’s not a time to be cynical, but what was with that acceptance speech? What a downer!
I almost miss the empty promises of just about every other president elect which at least belied a genuine confidence in the end game. There is a big difference between the words “hopeful” and “confident,” and in an attempt to be real with the American people our president elect appeared, for a moment, to lose the absolute optimism that he rode to the white house. Hopeful is not a word you use to assure someone that you have a solution for their country, it is a word you use when things seem their most hopeless. It is the language of doctors who are attempting to remove terminal brain cancer, of a stock analyst in modern America looking down the barrel of a recession.
I would be more lenient on the good Senator (he’s not president yet!) but he preceded this sourpussing with a string of strongly worded warnings and conditionals that prophecied a long hard road out of hell.
Then again, he did promise we’d get there. Someday.
YES WE CAN!
(ed’s note: boo, this is too fucking cynical. You need to just roll with it. This is the age of Aquarius!)
The other title I had for this post was “dEMOcracy,” but even I’m not sure what I was getting at. Sometimes the boo, he makes-a-no-sense-a.
Seriously. I hope you all voted. I done did. In fact I done did more than that (No -I didn’t done vote twice,) I made myself up all fancy like for my date with democracy.
I combed my hair, slicking it back in a decidedly non-slacker way, put on a suit jacket and a tie and walked to my polling place. It was sort of like going to church, same stale stuffy air, but with more print club booths. Seriously, it was like a fearful nation of undead rose from their graves to vote McCain. My attire was appropriate -for a funeral.