Just in case the exciting polls and early voting numbers are encouraging you to hope again, here's a little reminder that there are still some cowardly jackasses willing to exploit their kids to make a cheap point:
It's horrifying to see kids being taught to hate things before they even understand what it is they're hating. Although I'm sure the parents really do believe that marriage equality will result in a lawless vortex that culminates with everyone gay-marrying their gay pets and houseplants.
"Cats and dogs living together openly, mass hysteria!"
In California, no less. Isn't that supposed to be the shiny happy land of oranges, decadence and hippies? This is totally skewing my Milk Dud theory of America: the delicious chocolate East and West coasts surrounding an awkwardly chewy hunk of caramel.
And now I'm kind of cheering for those two poor kids to grow up to be radical communists and open an arugula commune with their gay spouses, or something similar.
Update: And, of course, now the song's stuck in my head. I'm trying to replace it with an alternate version I came across:
"Oh my gosh,
Oh my dear,
Lord forbid I grow up queer.
Since my Mom is a bigot
and my Dad is full of hate,
No on Proposition 8!"
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Your version is much better. It rhymes.
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