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Prop 8
I am not really sure why it’s not a hate crime to even talk about being in favor of Prop 8. Most people who think realize that being gay is not a choice; it’s just the way the genetics diced out the baby. To deny them the legal protections of marriage seems like a willful prejudice that ought to be 
condemned. Fag should become the new nigger – a curse that decent people don’t allow out of their lips; a word that gets little kids slapped by their momma when they say it. Making fun of people for what they can’t change is just mean and anti social.

The religious part of marriage is not going to be touched – Catholic priests pick and choose who they marry, and that’s not going to change. What we are talking about is a group of people not afforded the protections granted to others solely based on what they are doing just because they were born a certain way.

To religiously persecute and attack a group based on characteristic they were born with is one thing – We have apparently grandfathered into the fabric of our lives a spiteful, vicious, bearded god who only grants favor to fat white guys and, provisionally, their bitches.

To have a society in which I am a member play favorites with basic rights seems intolerable. We have the amendments in the constitution – basic rights that are a given -- not a choice you can allow the unwashed rabble to mark X’s on. Wise people set it up that way to allow some freedom from the tyranny of the majority. (It’s like little bitty states getting two senators, or free cheeses.)
That said, I am very uncomfortable when someone says they are gay to my face – it seems like too much information. I think that what sex organ you put into what hole should stay private, in fact, my lover insists on it. I call it old fashioned, but she just thinks it's good business practice when you live in a land where all the puritans are sexually obsessed without fucking, while their leaders blow each other in low rent bathrooms..


I think if you asked -- and really listened for an answer, Jesus might tell you that gay people are OK and should be free to love one another in peace. The old Testament is much harsher -- but who the hell would want to be judged by the laws that come out of that part of the bible.

http://johnaugust.com/archives/2008/i-voted (This list ALL and I mean ALL the reasons to vote no)



Comments

Hey, I do believe in poetic license, but babe, I am very FOR gay people being out and proud! Let's make that very clear.

But it DID make great copy the way you wrote it.

Not ACCURATE copy, but great copy.
;-) love you baby

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