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Chief whore to D.C. political glitterotti claims her first scalp; Louisiana's 'Family Values' Senator says he committed a major 'sin'.
Watching John Edwards in a town hall-style meeting yesterday, I still can't get over why the guy's sexuality is given such a free pass. It shouldn't really matter, right? But if we're going after David Vitter for his romps with D.C. whores and impeaching Clinton over his Oval Office blow jobs, why can't there be dialogue on what's been rumored and whispered about in conference rooms, court houses and gay bars around North Carolina for years?
It's likely more than speculation on the part of me and many others, but I remember pointing out how the then veep candidate pinged high on the cock-smoker scale back in 2004. A buddy of mine down in Raleigh told me back then that Edwards has long been rumored as a closet homosexualist; rumors of him being spotted in various gay bars back in his early days as a trial attorney. Since then, we've seen the primping, the constantly moisturized face, overly-tanned, perfectly manicured, the $400 haircuts, gay voice, etc.: but an obvious homophobe by making reported comments about not being comfortable around "those people", "those" being us, the gays. He then sends ailing wife Liz out to cat fight with the likes of Ann Coulter and to smooth things over at gay and lesbians political caucuses as was the case this weekend, when Liz kissed the collective ass of would-be gay Edwards supporters in San Francisco.
I think it'll be a great day when we have our first OUT gay presidential candidate. Even better when we get the first President. So come on Johnny, come out; or at least set the record straight. Or are you scared? Sissy.
Here I sit, having lived the life of a true bachelor over much of the weekend. The dog is playing his game of chew-the-rotten-two-year-old-plush-toy, occasionally dropping the slobbery unidentifiable lump of squeaky red and white fur at my feet, just long enough for me to attempt a grab and throw maneuver in hopes of giving him extra exercise; before I can accomplish that however he grabs it and runs. In his head, we're playing a game. In mine, he's annoying the shit out of me. Daddy's tired from being a sloth, now run along bite something.
Anyway, I sit here stuffed with pulled-steak tacos from our neighborhood's favorite Mexican delivery, yesterday's shorts, running shoes and gym shirt sit in the same pile to which they fell as I walked-in and stripped down, proud of my cardiovascular effort; now defeated by said tacos. Empty Vitamin Water and Crystal Lite containers clutter the kitchen counter top space, several empty bottles of my favorite cranberry juice are stacked next to the fridge, my hope that they'll make it to this week's recycling pick-up. Oh, did I mention the huge Diet Coke stain on my sleeveless tee? Yep, got one of those too. Those who know me would be surprised at the scene. I'm a neat and clean kinda guy. Yep, that's me. Most of the time anyway; but sometime between Thursday afternoon and Saturday morning my giva damn gave out, in desperate need for recharge so I've wallowed in my bachelorness, proud of my stain and my cluttered apartment and the 10 o'clock shadow any body-hair-loving sodomite would envy.
It's been a carefree weekend here, if not entirely productive. I hope the same for you.
In another case of what appears to be a growing trend, and hopefully a volley against the growing obnoxious 'mommy culture; another screaming/annoying child and clueless mother have been ordered off an airline due to the kid's erratic behavior.
Will the media spin and slant this story to the mother's favor? You bet, and it's already begun. Good Morning America and NBC's Today Show both covering the story and carefully challenging the Continental Airlines flight attendant's decision to remove the mother and child. But the issue transcends the Gwinnett, GA woman's case in which she and her 19-month old little boy were removed from the plan after being asked to quiet the child. The woman alleges she was asked to give the boy medication and when she refused to medicate the kid so that the other passengers could have a peaceful flight, the plane was turned around on the tarmac, headed to the gate and the woman removed.
Could this be another case of an over-zealous air waitress abusing her authority? Very possibly so. Chances are however the woman's kid was being incredibly disruptive and annoying: and of course in today's culture of Oprah and Diane Sawyer telling mommies they and their kids come before anything or anyone, standing up for yourself against rabid parents is a serious no-no. I'm picking the flight attendant's side on this one.
Finally, another tolerated double-standard now clawing its way out into the light of day. A dirty little secret we know exists in corners and pockets and copy rooms of the work place becoming exposed; sexual harassment against men at the office; or the fire house; or the factory or the dry dock or the fry station and where ever else those sins occur.
In a report buried deep within MSNBC.com, in a location only accessible by sharp-eyed, desperate bloggers searching for fodder or those desperate enough to read the site's weekly Workplace column, human resources expert Roberta Chinsky says harassment by women against men is "just as damaging." Really? You mean men can be victims too? I thought the whole Lorena Bobbitt thing chopping off her husband's penis was conducted entirely for material purposes of the late night talk shows and SNL skits. Nobody ever seemed to take it very seriously; the way men receive equal time when one goes missing. Oh, wait. Bad example, but you get the sarcasm no doubt.
This morning, between fluffy news and a report on the best dishwashers, Diane Sawyer went on and on and on.. And on about Venus Williams being the first female Wimbledon champion to receive equal prize pay to her male counterpart. That's progress I'll say and it's about time. The flush came after Diane teased her co-anchor George Stephanopoulos on not knowing how to use a dishwasher, the irony of her sexism being lost on all 40 million of Diane's viewers no doubt. All but me perhaps. What I've never heard Diane or any other TV personality mention are the seeming infinite numbers of double standards we tolerate each day. Sure, equal pay is a big deal, but when's the last time a teenage girl was told to register for the draft or face possible prison time? Have YOU heard any commercials urging parents to teach their daughters NOT to hit boys? I hear them everyday, only they're addressed to fathers, warning of some apparent instinctual urge in all males to hit females. So much so in fact, it begs national advertising. My point being that while perhaps not as traditional or prevalent as sexism against women, bias against men exists everywhere and in every circumstance it does against women, only we don't talk about it. And while I'm thinking about it, the word misogyny can be found in any dictionary and defined as 'hatred against women'. Does anyone know what the technical word for 'man hate' is? Does such a word exist in modern day Western vernacular? If so, maybe you can help me out.
I could go on to name many more but you get the point; and that's mine. We all get it, but nothing's being done about it. Except for that buried MSNBC article, but I'll take the progress in small doses.
The folks back home took to scanning a few old photos yesterday and this was part of the booty I scored. It's me, and while I haven't asked my mother yet, there's little doubt she was hounded by baby talent agents everytime she took me out in public. No doubt at all. And from the overall look, you'd never guess I was just a waspy kid from Mississippi; I look downright Latin, and I'll take it. Anyway, thought I'd show you what a stunningly beautiful child really looks like. Jealous bitches? Of course you are.
"You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw Frisbees, the potato salad gets iffy, and the flies die from happiness. You may think you've overeaten, but that's patriotism." -Erma Bombeck
When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. -The Declaration of Independence, 1776
I recently read somewhere that if we paid as much for tap water as we do for bottled water, most of us would have water bills of about $9,000 per month. Less than a day later I saw a news report about how the overwhelming majority of bottled water is absolutely no more clean than the average water found from the taps of most homes; even the filtered stuff. This was followed by (I'm not kidding) a local news report about how most recycling materials such as glass and plastic refuse never see a recycling plant. There's simply too much of it and the greater portion ends up in a landfill someplace.
And here I am, just having achieved a comfortable Zen of having switched to bottled water only and, finally after two decades of recycling becoming mainstream, beginning to toss my plastic bottles into a recycling container for our weekly recycle pick-up.
My efforts futile. Absolutely futile. I'm going back to the tap stuff, and over-fluorification be damned.
One of the things I love about my adopted home state is that it was the very first, and still only state in the union to legalize marriage for everyone. Not just between men and women. Sometimes I love the effects of activist liberalism and I'm glad to throw my support behind this one.
Unfortunately, a group mostly comprised of Catholic Church members has succeeded in convincing the state legislature here to convene a Constitutional Convention where, with a mere 50 votes in favor, will put gay marriage to a vote of the general population. Imagine, VOTING on the individual rights of people. I can't think of anything more rogue and fucked up than that. But that's the Catholic Church, now isn't it? Despite the efforts of a friendly governor, the convention convenes today and as I type, the tally is too close to call. I'm afraid that if it passes, the state will revoke the basic human right it and its Supreme Court granted to gay people nearly three years ago. Could somebody PLEASE tell me why, under any circumstance, it would be acceptable to allow a few million people to decide who I marry? What scares them so? What is the threat? Opponents of marriage equality have never answered those questions, unable to see beyond their own hate, bias and fear.
The convention convenes today at 1pm and millions of us are hoping for a positive outcome. Otherwise, it's back to the 1600's we go and the tiny bit of ground gay people have achieved in this one enclave of equality will take a giant step back. In the year 2007 we're still arguing who can marry whom. Are you listening Clarence Thomas? Amazing really.
Watching John Edwards in a town hall-style meeting yesterday, I still can't get over why the guy's sexuality is given such a free pass. It shouldn't really matter, right? But if we're going after David Vitter for his romps with D.C. whores and impeaching Clinton over his Oval Office blow jobs, why can't there be dialogue on what's been rumored and whispered about in conference rooms, court houses and gay bars around North Carolina for years?
Here I sit, having lived the life of a true bachelor over much of the weekend. The dog is playing his game of chew-the-rotten-two-year-old-plush-toy, occasionally dropping the slobbery unidentifiable lump of squeaky red and white fur at my feet, just long enough for me to attempt a grab and throw maneuver in hopes of giving him extra exercise; before I can accomplish that however he grabs it and runs. In his head, we're playing a game. In mine, he's annoying the shit out of me. Daddy's tired from being a sloth, now run along bite something.
One of the things I love about my adopted home state is that it was the very first, and still only state in the union to legalize marriage for everyone. Not just between men and women. Sometimes I love the effects of activist liberalism and I'm glad to throw my support behind this one.