I will make one last plea to Californians to vote NO on Proposition 8. Here are some analogies that would repulse most, but are equivalent to the hatred inherent in Prop 8.
- Internment of Japanese Americans (and other Asians) during WWII.
- Not recognizing marriages of individuals who are not American citizens.
- Prohibiting immigrants from marrying US-born citizens.
- Preventing women from voting — they’re too “stupid” to know what to vote for.
So don’t be a bigot. Vote NO on Prop 8.
And for all those people who think that voting NO on Prop 8 means that children will learn how to engage in homosexual intercourse in school — seriously??? I went to public school in California. My school barely had enough money to fund a health course for my class, let alone get into the details and intricacies of heterosexual intercourse. This argument is the equivalent of saying that the Constitution should be amended to preclude freedom of religion, because we shouldn’t allow people to be free to practice Islam or everyone will grow up to be terrorists!
Do the right thing. Vote NO on Prop H8.
Before I impart my thoughts on last night’s debate, I have to let out a big world wide web sigh of happiness. I returned to California last night to a screaming mess of glorious cars and smog. Ahhh! When I saw that California license plate, I damn near cried. Seriously. The cab driver said to me, “Where are you going?” And when I replied, in sobs, “I’m already here!” I did not give a damn that the cab driver thought I was crazy.
On the way to AM’s awesome new house, I passed by old stomping grounds. There was the gelato shop, the new Whole Food’s Shopping Center, Manhattan Village Mall. As we passed by Target, I screamed in glee, while my cabbie (who already thought I was nuts) stared at me in the rear-view mirror. I reminisced about times spent at Round Table Pizza and Mr. Pockets. I opened the window and inhaled the warm ocean breeze. Ahhh!
This morning, I woke up to not a cloud in the sky and power-walked to the beach. I stared at the water crashing onto the sand and began a jog along the Pacific Ocean. As I passed other beach-joggers, I waved “hello!” and they all waved back. I saw children and puppies playing in the sand, right next to a duo of beach volleyball players practicing for the next AVP tournament. I went down to the water and touched the sparkling (dirty ass) water; splashing it on my face. Like an extra in a commercial for southern California tourism, I was in bliss.
Next up? A Coffee Bean Vanilla Soy Ice Blended! That will be the perfect drink to partake during my bitchfest of last night’s debate!