There is a lot to beam about today, mainly regarding the overpowering election of Barack Hussein Obama to be President of the United States.
It means that America is not as hopeless a place as I had begun to believe, that we are not a majority of fidgity troglodytes shivering in the corner when it thunders, awaiting the wrath of that big powerful man in the mountains who is throwing the thunder bolts at us. Despite the McWeirdsmile’s insistent poop-throwing over this issue in the final days of his pathetic campaign, Obama was right to feel that America was in the process of vindicating herself.
Because she needs vindicating, and she is not fully there yet. As I write this, they are still counting the votes on Proposition 8, which deliberately strips gay people of the already granted right to marry, in the very state that pushed Obama over. Similar measures passed in Florida and Arizona.
Gay marriage bans hurt children. This is not often said, but it is true. And I am not talking about hypothetical, what-if children. Children today, right now, suffer because they have two mommies or two daddies and the law says there’s something wrong with that. They have to grow up internalizing that their family isn’t and never will be as intact as those of their friends. They sometimes live in the shadows from other people they’re related to because the issue of their very existence is secretive and muddled because their parents are scared. I am convinced that people who vote ‘yea’ on same sex marriage bans do not understand that they are harming children.
Not to be a downer or anything. This issue just makes me sick, sick to imagine that these bloody assholes believe themselves to be voting for “family values” when in fact they’d be serving those values just as equitably by walking up to a random nine-year-old and kicking her in the solar plexus.
Anyway. How utterly weird was John McWeirdsmile’s concession speech? It was, of course, beautiful, Republigoats on the verge of disappointed tears having to speak in publc and admit defeat. Shadenfreude is a powerful drug. But how about those immature little shits who booed their President-Elect? I think that tells you everything you need to know about McWeirdsmile, his campaign, and his supporters. And the utter weirdness of lauding the achievement of having elected the black dude when just yesterday he was dressing up Obama in a turban? I think I called it. He is a disingenuous asshole.
It was quite a moment, Obama’s acceptance. The man seemed to completely cast off the slight hesitation he had exhibited before. The President-Elect took the stage fully-formed and ready. I don’t know about you, but I couldn’t help but think that the whole scene was probably making Aaron Sorkin tear his own heart out of his own body out of envy that even he could not have written something so utterly perfect.
Obama’s pending choice of Rahm Emanuel as COS continues to exhibit the man’s brilliance. It is the perfect pick, as was Biden. PERFECT. Obama knows he will face a hostile minority of Suppository Takers and will need a party-driven bulldog at his feet. It is the perfect pick.