| Way to go San Francisco! |
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Who cares if 4,000 gay marriages went down in CA Supreme Court flames? The gauntlet has been thrown
By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist
Everyone saw it coming.
No one in his/her right mind truly believed that San Francisco's landmark same-sex marriages would stand the test of the scowling California Supreme Court or the white-hot glare of the rabid homophobic war-drunk BushCo Right. It was almost no contest, a leather-clad dove versus an archaic, oily tank from the word go -- or, rather, from the words "I do."
It was a given. Everyone pretty much expected that the intense sweep of love and hope that flooded the City last spring would almost immediately suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous legislation and gnarled conservative sexual dread, and, truth be told, everyone was actually rather stunned that the nuptials lasted as long as they did and that they caused such an enormous national uproar and that the country responded with a dazzling outpouring of deep feeling and flowers and it's about goddamn time.
But lo, the state Supreme Court did what it was hired to do: Wield the sharp sword of bitter, outdated, biased justice, declare Mayor Gavin Newsom's still-astounding initiative out of legal bounds and pronounce all those beautiful marriages, all that astounding love, all that wondrous feeling null and void.( more here )
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| "It is depressing how much we'd rather believe what we are told than find things out on our own." |
[17 Aug 2004|04:36am] |
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If I hear ONE MORE lack-brained fuck ass say that if I don't like the way the political front in this country is looking that I should, *insert thick accent* "Get Out"...I am going to fucking rip out their entrails and paint the white house with them.
Some of the comments and hate mail I have recently received for defending my friend and someone whom I am greatly respect, Margaret Cho, absolutely make me want to die.
These emails are ludicrous and prove my point that (most) Bush supporters cannot spell...at all.
It was just ridiculous. Comments saying I needed to get out of the country for supporting a fat-ass (she's not fat anymore, not that she was in my opinion anyway), dumb (she seems much more aware of national events than our president, in my opinion), ugly (beautiful), slant eyed (most people love Asian women) lesbian (supporter) whore (wife). Now, I am seething. They were telling her to give back her green card and go back to China. WHAT THE HELL? She was born in the states (ching ching...American Citizen) and she's bloody Korean!
I find it amazing that people actually are arrogant enough to tell someone to go back to the home of their ancestors, like, we have given them the priviledge of being here, when most of these "white bred" Republicans are of German, French, or Irish decent and probably immagrated only years before her family and also faced the struggles of being an outcast. It's offensive to their ancestors that they so quickly forget their struggle to be accepted and begin to cast stones so easily.
No, don't point out that our economy is FUCKING SHIT, because they will compare it to Bill Clinton getting his cock sucked. You know what, I DON'T CARE. At least when he was president you could GET A FUCKING JOB. It's pretty fucking pathetic that paperback books cost more than a fucking cd these days.
I'm not saying that I think Clinton having an affair was right, but I am saying that it is NOT an issue RIGHT NOW.
It has no validity in the argument to whether Bush is a good leader for our country AT ALL! None.
Oh my, I said fucking when I got upset, doesn't that make me tactless!?! Fucking is so offensive to people who have nothing better to do that sit around eating cheetos (& whiping it on their wife beater), drinking beer, slobbering on themselves and speaking in monosyllables about how great NASCAR is.
(What is really hilarious to me, is that most of Bush's supporters are from the South. Now, the South and most people of Confederate heritage until Bush's presidency, had NOTHING good to say about the government. Always talking about how they raped and pillaged our country sides, yet, when you bring up the prospect that this same thing is occurring in Iraq as well, you are told you are should, "Get out of the country", by those very same people.)
They can send you grammatical abominations about how you are disgracing the country by supporting a slant eyed cunt though, and that's acceptable.
Excuse ME, I care about my future and my children’s futures and finding someone who will actually work within the country to better it's people, rather than turning a blind eye to some asswipe who wants to go blow up other countries in some maddened power craze. I'm not even saying I blame it all on W. Bush. I think he's a pawn. He doesn't know how to run a country. He's not even TRYING to think for himself. He wasn't put in that position to think for himself. Apparently he's not the only one who is anti-free thinking. Lambs to the slaughter. Lambs to the slaughter.
What I am saying is I WANT HIM THE FUCK OUT!!!
Touch me and my Hollywood bigotry. "What am I gonna do about the fact that I don't like the way things are going, what am I doing?" these republican indignants ask...I'm VOTING.
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| Quote for the day: |
[14 Aug 2004|04:28am] |
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"The universe is one great kindergarten for man. Everything that exists has brought with it its own peculiar lesson. The mountain teaches stability and grandeur; the ocean immensity and change. Forests, lakes, and rivers, clouds and winds, stars and flowers, stupendous glaciers and crystal snowflakes--every form of animate or inanimate existence, leaves its impress upon the soul of man." -Orison Swett Marden
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[13 Aug 2004|05:35am] |
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UHHHHH! HARRY POTTER IS IN MY HEAD.
He's making seductive poses. He's too young.
No, must not TOUCH THE HINNIE!
Bad, bad Beth. I just want to kiss him and cuddle Ron and let Hermione spank me! Oh, and Malfoys evil smirk. It's sexalicious, isn't it? This is why we have so many pedophiles in the U.K. and the states!!! They make those damned, much, much older, sexy faces and poses. And Hermione, I looked up her age on the internet, she's only 14.
My sister is 16. GOOD GOD! What kind of woman am I?
I'd still do them all when they get of age.
Screw the Olsen Twins 18th birthday, I'm holding out for the Potter gang!!! 
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| Quotes for the day: |
[13 Aug 2004|03:51am] |
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"i'm your man"-leonard cohen |
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Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.
--Ralph Waldo Emerson
Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great ones make you feel that you too, can become great.
--Mark Twain
The state of your life is nothing more than a reflection of your state of mind.
--Dr. Wayne W. Dyer
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[12 Aug 2004|11:16pm] |
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"Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have."-Hermione, Harry Potter & The Order of the Phoenix
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| we’ll have big fun on d 'bayou. |
[11 Aug 2004|06:28pm] |
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I have taken the liberty of crossing out the incorrect parts.
You Know You're From Louisiana When... |
The crawdad mounds in your front yard have over taken the grass.
You greet people with "Howzyamomma'an'dem?" and hear back "Dey fine!"
Every so often, you have waterfront property.
When giving directions you use words like "uptown," "downtown," "backatown," "riverside," "lakeside," "other side of the bayou" or "other side of the levee."
When you refer to a geographical location "way up North," you are referring to places
like Shreveport, Little Rock or Memphis, "where it gets real cold."
You've ever had Community Coffee.
You can pronounce Tchoupitoulas but can't spell it.
You don't worry when you see ships riding higher in the river than the top of your house.
You judge a po-boy by the number of napkins used.
The waitress at your local sandwich shop tells you a fried oyster po-boy "dressed" is healthier than a Caesar salad.
You can eat Popeye's, Haydel's and Zapp's for lunch and wash it down with Barq's and several Abitas, without losing it all on your stoop.
(Mmm, Popeyes, Zapps and A cold Barq's rootbeer, bring it on!)
The four seasons in your year are: crawfish, shrimp, crab, and King Cake. (I don't particularly like seafood, but I LOVE some King Cake)
You "wrench" your hands in the sink with an onion bar to get the crawfish smell off.
You don't learn until high school that Mardi Gras is not a national holiday.(I seriously still can't believe they don't have it everywhere. I can't imagine life without it.)
You believe that purple, green and gold look good together.
(It does, right?)
Your last name isn't pronounced the way it's spelled.
(With my name this isn't the case, but I know people...)
You know what a nutria rat is but you still pick it to represent your baseball team. (Whoever wrote this was off they're fucking rafters. One thing you will learn very quick is that people from Louisiana HATE nutria rats.)
You have spent a summer afternoon on the Lake Pontchartrain seawall catching blue crabs. (Woot Woot!)
You describe a color as "K & B Purple."
You like your rice and politics dirty. (those aren't the only things I like dirty. ;))
You pronounce the largest city in the state as "Nawlins."
You know those big roaches can fly, but you're able to sleep at night anyway. (They are NOT roaches, they are water bugs. Assholes.)
You assume everyone has mosquito swarms in their backyard.
(The mosquitos eat me up!!!)
You realize the rainforest is less humid than Louisiana.
(I really long for it some days. Misty. We just have to run around with the water hose hanging from a tree branch.)
You learn that a seat belt makes a pretty good branding iron...
You discover that you can get a sunburn through your car window...(hahaha, I have tanned my legs that way. Woot, redneck!)
When out of town, you stop and ask someone where there is a drive-through Daiquiri
place, and they look at you like you have three heads.
(Oh my god, the virgin Strawberry Daiquiri's at the drive throughs around here are fucking tops!
You have flood insurance.
Your burial plot is six feet over rather than six feet under.
You consider a Bloody Mary a light breakfast.
(You mean it's not?)
You push little old ladies out of the way to catch Mardi Gras throws. (Never, they are brutal, but if there's a kid hogging my space, I'll push them out of the way.)
You leave a parade with footprints on the top of your hands.
(Ahahahaha! and lest we forget the battle over who gets the plastic baby jesus from the king cake!)
You have a parade ladder in your shed.
Your first sentence was "Throw me something mistah" and your first drink was from a go-cup.
You worry about a deceased family member returning in spring floods.
You reply to anything and everything about life here with "Only in Nahlins". (That is said alot.)
You have a monogrammed go-cup.
You get on a bus marked "Cemeteries" and don’t think twice.
You shake out your shoes before putting them on.
Your sunglasses fog up when you step outside. (And glasses too, I remember how embarassing it was to wait for the bus and have all those kids see you with your fogged up glasses.)
No matter where else you go in the world, you are always
disappointed in the food. (SERIOUSLY, even in other Southern places the food is like, worse than hospital food.)
You get up in the morning and start cooking a pot of rice before you give any thought to what you'll fix for dinner.
(I love some rice.)
You ask, "How dey running?" and "Are dey fat?" when you're
inquiring about seafood quality.
When a hurricane is imminent, you throw a party.
(Yup. Yup.)
When it starts to rain, you cover your beer instead of your head.
You call tomato sauce "red gravy."
You eat sno-balls instead of throwing them.
(And Icicles too!)
Your house payment is less than your air conditioning bill.
(Indeed.)
Your grandparents are called "Maw Maw" and "Paw Paw." (Paw Paw is my Pah!!!, not to mention that older friends of the family are called Maw Maw/Paw Paw or Aunt/Uncle too or some sort of relation, even though they aren't related to you at all.)
You fall asleep to the soothing sounds of four box fans.
No one eats healthy. Fried Batter is actually a menu item in some restaurants. (You're gonna die of something.)
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from Louisiana. (Already did!)
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| Alone |
[10 Aug 2004|03:59pm] |
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were--I have not seen
As others saw--I could not bring
My passions from a common spring--
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow--I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone--
And all I lov'd--I lov'd alone
Then--in my childhood--in the dawn
Of a most stormy life--was drawn
Frome ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still--
From the torrent, or the fountain--
From the red cliff of a mountain--
From the sun that round me roll'd
In it's autumn tint of gold--
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by--
From the thunder and the storm--
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view--
-Edgar Allen Poe
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| Woot! |
[09 Aug 2004|03:12pm] |
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I think I fixed my computer without having to re-format. Yes. Yes. & Yay.
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| sniff sniff blow |
[06 Aug 2004|11:59am] |
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Fans. Damned fucking ceiling fans. They are trying to kill me.
If I am in a room with one that is on for over five minutes the next day I am sure to be sick as a dog. Now I have a sore throat, an earache and a headache, and a case of the unrelenting, Kleenex till your nose is raw, runny nose sniffles.
I feel so much older than him and just about everyone else sometimes. I know I don't speak that way, I know I act my age in most ways, but my soul just feels...wiser or perhaps just feels it's purpose more prominently. I don't mean to sound better than anyone else, because I'm not, I just feel I understand somethings a little better.
My heart and soul feels like this bright candle sometimes that I can't contain. Everything feels so clear to me. My purpose here, everything.
My attitude is so much more serious than that of other people. I don't enjoy this, this...expected lifestyle of someone in they're late teens/twenties. I don't enjoy going out all the time. I don't enjoy drinking or any of that sort of thing. I don't kiss anyone else. I'm just not, I used to be so rude about all of this, but I was no better than anyone else. I expressed my beliefs in a rude way, I know I did, but no one listened to me. In fact, most of the time, these kids were rude to me first; I became something I didn't like just to try to defend my views. When I say these kids, it was many different groups of people throughout high school and a little after. I just see the big picture a lot differently than most people. I love to have fun. I love having fun and being silly, obviously, look at my layout. I just prefer to do it in different ways. Being with my friends, dancing, telling, jokes, going to movies together, laughing, that is enough for me. That makes me happy. I'm confused about when everything got so twisted and jaded. Little girls walking around with "My boyfriend is gone for the weekend" or "I screwed your boyfriend" shirts on. No one knows what love is anymore.
I'm an eighties romantic. I believe laughing can save you.
I believe that simply being with other people you love can be such a wonderful experience that no substance abuse is needed. I believe Long Dong Wong was the most awesome man to ever live. I believe Mr. T. when he says, "Be somebody or Be Somebody's Fool." I know he means be yourself and not what someone wants you to be, look at him! I believe hope is the answer. I believe roller rinks are a MILLION times better than any club or bar you could go to. I believe if you have faith, perhaps that burger you are tossing will get up and dance & sing. I believe that Ducky wants to marry me...wait. Oh, sorry.
I believe in a thing called love. Oh yes, you know you wanted that one. I think that if you follow your heart and your dreams things will work out.
& Last but not least,
I believe if you make a shitty pink dress with awful poofy sleeves that your Prince Charming will still love you and think your dress is beautiful, even if you do look like a piece of chewed bubble gum.
Take these thoughts to heart kids, be yourself, the true, beautiful, unjaded, uncynical you on the inside and please remember be kind to the animals and fight for gay rights.
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[06 Aug 2004|01:49am] |
MY AIM IS NOT WORKING!!!
I'm trying to fix it. GODDAMN IT! Nooooo!
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[05 Aug 2004|02:54pm] |
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I'm a wild romantic
Roller skating to your doorstep at two am
with a be-be gun and roses
"One or the other", I tell you
"Either way, tonight we're dancing."
Come out and play
Come out and dance with me
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| Because I'm in a good mood... |
[05 Aug 2004|07:29am] |
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"homo jocko"-devo |
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I think people only have so much in common because they keep copying each other.
I find two people with the same mannerisms and hobbies which are always in each others company to be absolutely dreadful. It's always those couples that I try to avoid at a party. It's not bothersome that couples or friends like the same things, as much as it is when they start to become, this, thing...they love the person so much they often mimic them and this to me is just...desperate & gross.
Die clone swine. Die.
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[04 Aug 2004|02:01am] |
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| Some Girl |
[03 Aug 2004|01:41am] |
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"time is running out"-muse |
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I'm turning into such a fucking hippie, this fact makes me much more content than you know. I need some sandals. Hehe.
Marissa Ribisi fucking ROCKS my world.
I am obsessed. I just watched an entire two hours for her bit parts. Heh, I didn't even know she was married to Beck and had his baby, this makes me even more obsessive.
She is definitely the better half of her twin Giovanni.
Yes, she is better looking and she rocks me hard.
I think I'm turning more than a little gayish.
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[02 Aug 2004|01:35pm] |
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The Smashing Pumpkins cover of "Venus In Furs" almost makes me glad they broke up, because Britney Spears could have done better. Has anyone else heard it? It's pitiful.
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| My wittle scissor |
[02 Aug 2004|04:57am] |
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Aww. She's growing up. Aww.
She's so damned cute!
Don't you agree?
Of fucking course you do!
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"I dare you"-bjork |
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You like me, you really really like me...
You just don't know it yet.
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[30 Jul 2004|12:18pm] |
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Who the hell keeps adding me and then taking me off your friends list? Really, is that necessary? Make up your fucking mind! It's your fault I burned my peanut butter cookies trying to figure out who you are. YOU SUCK!
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| I am bored out of my mind! |
[30 Jul 2004|11:11am] |
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"land of 1000 dances"-wilson pickett |
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Please fill this out. Humor me, I need something new.
Suggest to me
-1 Song or band
-1 Book or comic
-& 1 Website
which you think I will enjoy
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