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summer_jackelFYI for those of you not in CA: Measure 8 is the bit of evilness on the ballot now that would nullify same-sex marriages and prevent future ones in our beautiful state. I'm tucked away in a happy little liberal oasis and so I have been spared seeing the vomit-worthy 'Yes on 8' signs anywhere near my home until today. *
I'm trying to decide whether stealing all of these signs I can find and burning them is immature and beneath me or whether I should let Pryderi pee all over them first.
Phone-banking against it would probably be more useful, and I'll more than likely start doing so later this week. I hate politics, I loathe initiating conversation with strangers. I have a serious telephone aversion. I'm going to do it anyhow. Someone ought to suffer for this.
While we're on politics, I just watched a bit of last night's debate (yawn) and was very impressed...in the most unfavorable possible way...by his scowling and grimacing-faces during Obama's speechifying. To say nothing of his even worse behavior previously.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
starchy Does a better job than I would of explaining why I'm pissed on a level that goes beyond my personal liberal politics about what's passing for a conservative worthy of respect these days, and why I think you all should be too. When a serious candidate for office behaves like a surly and ill behaved fifth grader, I become concerned. Anger tends to find its source in fear or pain, after all.
* My personal stance on marriage, that it's a kind of distasteful and outmoded legal/social concept, hasn't changed. The probability of me ever ending up in a legal marriage is incredibly slim. Who knows, though, maybe if the right girl was wanting it. Why I care about this issue nonetheless ought to be pretty obvious).
I'm trying to decide whether stealing all of these signs I can find and burning them is immature and beneath me or whether I should let Pryderi pee all over them first.
Phone-banking against it would probably be more useful, and I'll more than likely start doing so later this week. I hate politics, I loathe initiating conversation with strangers. I have a serious telephone aversion. I'm going to do it anyhow. Someone ought to suffer for this.
While we're on politics, I just watched a bit of last night's debate (yawn) and was very impressed...in the most unfavorable possible way...by his scowling and grimacing-faces during Obama's speechifying. To say nothing of his even worse behavior previously.
starchy Does a better job than I would of explaining why I'm pissed on a level that goes beyond my personal liberal politics about what's passing for a conservative worthy of respect these days, and why I think you all should be too. When a serious candidate for office behaves like a surly and ill behaved fifth grader, I become concerned. Anger tends to find its source in fear or pain, after all.* My personal stance on marriage, that it's a kind of distasteful and outmoded legal/social concept, hasn't changed. The probability of me ever ending up in a legal marriage is incredibly slim. Who knows, though, maybe if the right girl was wanting it. Why I care about this issue nonetheless ought to be pretty obvious).
