Showing posts with label Asshats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Asshats. Show all posts

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Prop 8


Yes, I know it's late.  The election is over and Prop 8 passed.  There are reasons why I didn't post about this awful hate-filled prop.  (If you voted yes on Prop 8 - get the fuck off my web-site.  You make baby Jesus cry.)

I'm one of the people who stood on corners with NO on PROP 8 signs,  NO on PROP 8 bumper stickers all over my car, called voters to discuss the prop and try to persuade them to vote no, went to rallies and marched when we lost.  I saw people cry and hug their partner.  I witnessed people who married in the "allowed time-frame" look with such sadness at the people who did not and know that for now, they will not have the same equal rights.  I saw friends on both sides of religion become distant and drift apart because of that one prop.  That proposition did more than just discriminate against a group of people, it divided a state.

I honestly did not think this prop would pass.  I honestly believed that legalized discrimination was wrong and clearly people could see that.  I had no idea the amount of ignorance out there and how people could use the bible to justify their hate.

There was another group who held the bible up while justifying their hideous crimes.  The Salem Witch trials.  Looking back now we can't imagine the horror of burning people at the stake because they were a "witch" all while holding a bible.  Apparently, we have learned nothing.  Now we point fingers at somebody who is different than us and say you can't have the same rights as me, all while holding the bible.

Imagine I started a new religion.  It's called the religion of Motherofthemonth.  (This is my web-site so I can call it whatever I want.  Pfffffbbbbbbttttt)  This religion really takes off.  I even have a book!  It's called the "mible".  In the mible, it states that marriage can only be between a man and a man.  A marriage between a man and a woman is blasphemy.  Now, hypothetically speaking, I am a woman of great means.  I have more money than Bill Gates.  (This is reeeeeally hypothetical.)  So I decide to buy legislation and put a prop on the ballot with confusing literature and "opposite day" mentality.  If you vote yes on the prop, you are legalizing discrimination.  Everyone would look at me like I had lost my fucking mind.  And yet here we are.

Now if my memory serves me right, from the little amount of history class I managed to not sleep through, one of the reasons our ancestors came to this great nation was to avoid religious persecution.  Freedom of Religion.  We loved it so much we even wrote it into the Bill of Rights.  Yet, if somebody does not believe in the majority of the population that subscribes to a certain way of thought, they're being pushed down.  Over-ruled and persecuted.  Exactly what we were originally trying to escape.

All during the campaign we were told to be nice.  Talk and don't shout.  Don't give them another reason to hate us.  I did that.  I was polite when so called "christians" yelled "SINNER!" while flipping me the finger.  (It just drips with irony, doesn't it?)  I saw bible-thumpers glare, yell, gesture all while I tried to take the higher road and not stoop to that level.  I probably bit my tongue more during that period than I have my entire life.

Well, the election is over and I'm pissed.  No more Ms Nice Girl.  To all you haters out there who feel it is your duty to dictate how others can live their life, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU.  How the hell does someone else's happiness affect your life?  Are you so miserable in your own life that you don't want anyone else to be happy?  Have gays come and fucked each other in the ass in front of you and now you're scarred for life?  Since when is, what you believe, your version of religion the only religion allowed and should be written into law?  In other words, where the fuck do you get off?!

I had a conversation with someone who said they didn't believe in gay marriage.  That's fine.  We're not asking you to change your beliefs.  I don't care if you believe in unicorns either but don't write into law how everyone has to think the way you do.  If you don't believe in gay marriage, I suggest you don't marry someone of the same sex.  But Brent and Eric who live down the street have just as much right to share their lives together as you do.  As my ex once said, "they should have the same right to be as miserable as the rest of us".  I didn't know quite how to respond to that but bravo.

This is a civil issue, plain and simple.  Dictionary.com defines discrimination as follows:


1.
an act or instance of discriminating.
2.
treatment or consideration of, or making a distinction in favor of or against, a person or thing based on the group, class, or category to which that person or thing belongs rather than on individual merit: racial and religious intolerance and discrimination.
3.
the power of making fine distinctions; discriminating judgment: She chose the colors with great discrimination.
4.
Archaicsomething that serves to differentiate.



One group of people have a set group of rights while another does not.  The treatment of a class of people based on religious intolerance.  Prop 8 is legalized discrimination and nobody can argue against that without sounding like an idiot.

I know one day we'll look back at this time in history and think, what do you mean homosexuals couldn't marry?  Just like we now say, what do you mean women didn't have the right to vote?  What do you mean blacks were considered 2/3 a person?  What do you mean blacks and whites couldn't marry?  Same shit, different decade.

I won't even get into the whole separation of church and state because to me, that is such a no-brainer.  Or how the economy will be boosted with weddings, anniversaries  and sad but true, divorces.  I guess California has enough money already so we shouldn't be thinking about ways to bring in additional revenue since apparently we're rolling in the dough.  Isn't that right Arnold?

I could write so much more about this subject but this post is long enough and personally, I feel spent. Writing this has brought up emotions and feelings I felt before that were not positive but made me feel rather ill and incredibly sad.  I know like a bad burrito, this too shall pass.  We'll look back one day and think how far we've come.  I should feel excited being on the forefront of the "movement" but I don't.  I feel sick that we allowed this to happen.  We said yes to pushing a class of people down to settle our own insecurities.  We said yes to hurting other people who affect us in no way, shape or form.  We said yes to hate.

I have often said there are times when I'm ashamed to be part of this species.  This species that has an incredible capacity for love.  I have seen this species do things that are absolutely touching and beyond comprehension.   The wherewith all to know right from wrong.  Or so I thought.



























Monday, August 24, 2009

Blogging: The New Passive Agressive

The kids were with dad on their summer vacation before school started. All is quiet in the house. The dog is mopey because the kids are gone and my friends, who are proud owners of an RV, wanted to park the monstrosity at the beach for a fun day of relaxation, food, sun and overall summer goodness. Count me in.


There is a strip near the beach where there is approximately 25 feet wide of parking and it's parallel parking on the street side only. Inside, you can park either head/ass in, leaving a car width to drive out of. Pretty simple stuff, right? Apparently not. Cars started double-parking leaving that car width (for the people who were savvy enough to get their early to get one of the coveted inside parking spots) about 1/2 car short. As I sat in the RV watching openings meant for people to get through suddenly close up because asshat A thought how fortunate he was to find that available parking spot. Never mind that nobody can now move until you decide you're done for the day and leave. People started complaining to the life-guard. I saw a lot of hand waving, "Jackasses" being muttered and that was just by me!


Realizing that I could not stay all day due to some mom duties I needed to tend to before the kids got home, I started watching with interest. Noting how my car was suddenly immobile because jackass didn't see a problem with parking right in front of me, I start to stew. I march in the RV for a better look from a higher location to assess who's the asshole and holy crap! You can't park there!! I can actually feel my blood pressure start to rise. Now granted, I was holding a nice Mojito in my hand but the other hand is gesturing wildly from the safety of inside the RV. Periodically, I would manage to go outside, sit in a chair and discuss my observations with my friends who have now started to give each other those looks of, "girl needs to learn to relax". Was that a horn? In I go to mutter to myself or peek around the corner to see how the, "there is no fucking way my car can fit through there!!"


The weather was beautiful. A cool breeze, the sound of the ocean, the warm sand on our toes and I spent the whole time going from my perching spot in the RV to sitting in the chair commenting on how others were parked. I completely forgot I didn't even have to leave for several hours. "What if there was an emergency?" "How can anyone leave?" The whole time I'm thinking: I'm so blogging about this! I'll show you. Who? The anonymous driver, granted he's an asshole as most drivers are, who I will more than likely never see again? Or the older couple who came to the beach for an afternoon of sunshine? (Don't even get me started on why they have to drive a vehicle bigger than their double-wide.)


By the time I left, people had started to leave so holes in the car line-up were starting to appear. I got out just fine. The whole way home I started getting angry at myself for getting so worked up over something as stupid as parking. This girl needs to learn to relax. Oh wait a second......you in the blue truck, you did NOT just cut me off like that!! You're next asshole, you're next.