Husbands that Support Blogging are HAWT

Oh. My. Gott.

My husband CG just wrote a non-geek, non-nerd, non-computerese, nothing to do with productivity post this week about li'l ol' me called Grinning While Blogging.

It's tender. It's personal. It's his take on my blogging.

Yes, as I write in my pajamas on most week-end afternoons, he supports my blogging because it makes me happy.

...And yes, I smile a lot while I write, and scowl, and pick my nose sip on wine while I enjoy reading my friends words. It may not pay the bills, but it enriches my life.

Our Tooth Fairy Sucks. And Yours?

Oops. The tooth fairy read my blog yesterday and suddenly realized that tooth lost on Halloween?

Yep, she had forgotten.

That tooth fairy felt very guilty and grabbed the only $10 out of her wallet and wrote this posthaste:

Dear Li’l Man*,

I know you had lost a tooth, but I couldn’t find it. You mom told me though so, so sorry this is sooo late.

So many kids had their teeth rotted out by Halloween candy that I have been way too busy for words. You guys need to stop eating candy!!!

So here, accept this tooth fairy treasure. Enjoy!

Love,

The Tooth Fairy

*Not his real name, but we do call him that.

Can we say guilty much? Can I screw up any more this year??

Yep, it's been one helluva pinup mommy of the year award year, eh:

Oh, my! It looks like you've lost some teeth, big boy.

Blog Roll Update: Who's In & Nobody's Out

Hey you,

Yeah, you. Guess who just updated her blogroll? Yep, me. Even with tidbits of your latest posts organized by most recent posts.

So check it out on the right of my blog. It's all the good of the internet that's fit to read.

What? What's that? You aren't on there? Well, what are you waiting for? Put a link to your blog in my comments and I'll come ch-ch-ch-check you out.

What's another wonderful blog to devour, when I only have 666 posts left on which to nibble.

Love, Me

P.S.I'm also known to give lots of stumble it love to those I read...just saying...tempting I know.

Candy Quotas & Back-talking Pre-teens

"Is it?"

"Is it?"

"Yes!"

"Yeah!! Yes. Yes!"

Commence loud cheering and giggles immediately after a large breakfast of pancakes, bacon, sausage, juice, cantalope and blackberries. Emphasis is on large.

Yes, my friends, it was Halloween candy time. Five minutes ago they were too full to drink their milk, but it is the witching hour.

After Halloween, I limited the kids to five pieces a day. Over two weeks later, it persists.

Well... Three pieces for Eldest to the right because he kept trying to negotiate and when you try to negotiate without leverage as a child? You lose in this family.

Keep talking my attitude-infested 12 year old. Every, "but mom..." removes one piece from your quota. What's that? Eh? Ah, silence!

So kids would try to eat said candy immediately upon rising from their wee beds which bothered my rules centered husband. Hence CG implemented a 11 o'clock AM rule.

Now we have a daily countdown.

"10:58?"

"Not yet"

"10:59.36, .37, .38, .39"

No worries, I ate a truck load of their candy yesterday so their candy supplies have dwindled. I think we have maybe a 30-day supply left. Heh!

And if not, I am sure their teeth will fall out soon. Look at this beauty that fell out on Halloween night no less:

So my friends, spread the word to your kids. Eat too much candy and your eyes will bug out and your smile will look like this:

Filthy Husband

My husband roasted some butternut squash over three weeks ago and then threw it in a large gallon ziploc.

Scrounging for food last night on a fend for yourself, 'cause I'm not making dinner, still feeling sick and now I have cramps and a cold sore day, he seriously asked me:

"Do you think this squash is still good?"

WTF?

Without hesitation, I yell, "As always, what would your mother do? When you figure it out, do the opposite."

My Polish mother in-law has some of the worst food handling habits on Earth.

Back to my husband: My friends? I posit that this is why I think I have been so sick. Seriously. the man picks dropped food off the floor and puts it in the pot. He eats rotten food.

He never takes his dirty shoes off in our white carpeted house and spreads filth and vermin. A little over the top, you think? I saw a story on the news a few days ago that said one's vacuum beater bar has more germs, bacteria, e coli and feces than a public toilet. Nice, eh? They said the way to combat it is to take off one's shoes in one's home. He refuses.

See he spreads vermin and disease. What's worse?

He has crabs.

Yes, you heard me, crabs.

Need proof?

See:

I Hate Myself as a Mother Right Now

He's lucky to have a big brother looking after him because his mother is useless...

I thought he had him. He thought I had him.

Turns out he was sleeping in unusually late.

He was left by himself in an empty house for 45 minutes this morning. I didn't realize until 20 minutes into the commute to get my eldest to swim practice that I wasn't sure who had him.

CG had taken PB to her early morning practice before we woke up. I called him in a panic and confirmed my fantastically huge error.

Yes, I am a fucktard mom. It's official. I could claim lack of sleep with an average of 3 hours a night this week. I could talk about being sick, but they are all excuses for something unexcusable.

I called home in a panic, hoping he'd pick up the phone, but no one answered. I tried over and over.

I hoped he'd still be asleep when I arrived home, but before I could get my keys out on the front porch, the lock clicked and the door opened.

Two teary, wounded blue eyes looked up at me in betrayal and then he crumpled into me. His little pudgy arms encircled my legs like they would never let go.

He made gaspy breaths.

His chest shuddered.

"Mommy, I was scared. I looked in every room for you."

My heart crushed. Yes, I left my little six year old boy entirely by himself while both CG and I were over 20 miles away.

My stomach churns as I think what could have happened. Fire. Burgulars. Accidents. Injuries.

I hate myself as a mother right now.

I live for my kids and, right now, I could just die for what I did. The guilt consumes me.

Accident Prone Again or Bad Karma or Genetic Common Sense Deficiency?

My kids are accident prone. Luckily, they tend to be accident prone when we as parents are not around...heh!

Testament to our protective parenting or defense from Child Protective Services? Both.

So the latest was when my 12 year old decided to kick an eight pound medicine ball like it was a soccer ball at swim practice two weeks ago. Um, ouch? Maybe common sense might be lacking as well? They come by it honestly from CG's side of the family.

So he kept complaining it hurt and my response for the last two weeks was, "Duh, you won't do that again."

So he said it hurt, but continued school and swim practice and he seemed fine to wiggle crazily around on his Ripstik skate board. He only mentioned it hurt when it came to swim practice, so I was a bit skeptical.

Then he had this big meet coming up. 1650 meters. Yes, 66 lengths my friend. An approximately 20 minute race. Suddenly, it became much more painful especially in the arch when he wore shoes which he leaves untied. Uh, right! common sense?

Sick of it, I made an appointment to dispel his whines once and for all.

They x-rayed and the doctor saw nothing. She diagnosed it as a pulled ligament, gave us a boot for weight-bearing activity and said swimming was alright as long as it "didn't hurt." I glared at Eldest to prevent any malingering.

The next day, he wore the boot at school and then swam that 1650. It was the first time he swam it and got a PNS time and a 1/2 second off from a sectional time. Woot! His coaches were excited to find a new event at which he excelled. We were excited to see how he would do next time without the "pulled ligament."

So imagine my surprise when I get an urgent call from the pediatrician. It seems they had a radiologist double check and they had found a break. Not in the arch/mid foot area where the pain was, but the big toe. Unfortunately, it's in a complicated area of the toe--the joint of the toe--and he needs to be seen soon by a orthopedist.

WTF!WTF!WTF!WTF!WTF!WTF!WTF! Can we say dejavu? Remember the last time I thought he was fine and I wrote this in August 2007:

"So, to add insult to injury, a certain Mom to remain nameless thought Eldest might have been exaggerating his injury and had him swim an excruciating 200 IM and 100 Back before he got out of the pool in tears at the Seattle Age Group Open. So, let's just assume this Mom feels very, very, very guilty. This seems to be a constant state in her life. Oh, the guilt. This is certainly a weakness to allow Eldest to work it."

Yep, he had a broken wrist then.

Okay, this is the universe telling me that I need to become an alarmist mother to my very clutzy kids, right?

Time for a worst pinup mother of the year award, my friends:

"Woe is me. I never know when things are broke. Sigh..."

Just Another Day

Okay, this story on the Today Show of bringing home the wounded brought me to tears, but the song sung at the end by the very hot and very talented Broadway performer Aaron Lazar had me weeping. Yep, still emotional today.

Enjoy and don't forget tissues:

Disappointed on Veteran's Day

See this gorgeous face? It's looking pretty disappointed right now as is mine. She's been working on a choir concert for the Veterans' Assembly at school for months.

I always go to said assembly with my husband and sit front and center on the stage. At some point they ask the veterans to identify family members at the school. All speeches and essays are directed at us. All songs are sung to us. My kids beam with pride. The kids always come home with ideas from peers that CG and I are "war heroes." For the record, I am always the only woman on the stage.

So today? Not going. So sick. There's no way I'd last 5 minutes on that stage before making a mad dash. Yep, that would not make my kids proud. So for the first time in three years, I won't be there on stage, but I'll be there in spirit.

I mentioned on Shana's Veteran's Day post entitled "A Little Tribute to My Heroes...," how much I look forward to this assembly, but always get way over-emotional. So here I am today, sick, disappointed, and still over-emotional. Sigh.

Disturbing: This LAND is OUR land

"This land is my land, this land's not your land
I've got a shot gun, and you don't got one
I've got an army, all you've got is Barbies
I've got cheerleaders, but you've got boo-leaders
This land's made for me, not you."

This gem was sung to me by my six year old recently. So not happy. Ironically, guess who taught it to him? A 2nd generation Chinese immigrant. Is this what assimilation means?

This disturbs me on many levels, but then I wonder if I am being too sensitive since the next verse out of his mouth was a variation of Jingle Bells:

"Jingle Bells, Batman smells
Robin laid an gun
Shot a tree
Made it pee
in nineteen-eiiiighty-three-ee"

Dude. 1983? I was eleven. That wasn't so long ago was it?!

Come Out, Come Out Where Ever You are

Can you tell I'm in a snit? Not so positive as yesterday. Nope. Why?

Google Analytics says in the last TWO weeks, my blog has had:

• 3,184
Visits

• 6,942
Pageviews

Except, only short handfuls of comments. Sigh. I need feedback, my friends. Give it to me if I'm wrong, or even if you agree.

I know it's partially my fault. I am not good at responding to the lovely comments you do give me. I'm working on it. Scout's Honor!

Maybe you're just "not that into me..." Sniffle. What do I need to do? More bad mothering stories, evil daughter posts, haughty wife blogs, coffee addiction, republican politicking, or sloppy drunk cocktailing, eh?? Let me know. Which are your favorites?

Still Thinking of Those Children, Damn It and We've Got a Long Way To Go!

So, I am dragging an oldy-but-goody from the Scouty archives. It was one of my first posts written almost two years ago, but it sadly is still very relevant today:

Saturday, December 2, 2006

Think of the Children, Damn it!

Hi, I’m a Republican and I believe in gay marriage. (gasp)

Beyond all the normal religious reasons, people often use the fact that gay couples can’t procreate as the reason why gay marriage is wrong or not natural. I have to admit, years ago, I might have been in that camp. However, some experiences have made me a vehement believer that gay marriage is the right thing:

First off, having had many friends with infertility issues which did not allow them to conceive, the same logic would hold that these couples, who adopted or remained childless would also be not worthy of marriage. What rubbish! Children make a family, but they don’t make a marriage. Marriage, however, will protect that family.

I met a wonderful father, part of a committed homosexual couple who has been together longer than CG and I. This house husband has lovingly adopted children from a straining Bay Area foster system; one child adopted has physical defects, but is perfect in his fathers’ eyes and another child of a different race born with drugs in her system, but loved and wanted from the very first moment they saw her. They had already lost another daughter before the adoption was legal because their first daughter's drug addict parents had cleaned themselves up. Yet, this couple tried again and received this beautiful baby girl.

To me, they form a wonderful, caring family unit. Nothing could make me believe these children would be better off any other place than where they were. This really hit home because my two youngest were the same age of these children and one had the same name as my child. We shared play groups, birthday parties, Christmas parties, and parent on-line groups. I kept thinking, what if they were my kids, what if something were to happen to me and the law didn’t protect my family and put my kids with grandparents or the foster system rather than with their only other parent?

Sometimes, one father’s amazing love and concern made me feel less as a mother in comparison to his patience, humor, and touching concern for his kids. Yet, when this couple married at San Francisco City Hall when the flood gates were left open by Mayor Gavin Newsom, it was eventually ruled non-existent by the courts. I don’t think Mayor Newsom was right--he had no legal standing to do so; the backlash by the country probably set back Gay Marriage as a movement for years. In the end, I felt then and still feel that Mayor Newsom is a fool politician who pulled this stunt to get attention and name recognition.

However, the principle behind it all was rock solid. Gay people are not second hand citizens. How is it that Britney Spears can marry on drunken whim and later annul, but life partners of decades cannot just because they are of the same sex? Why is it that both Pam Anderson and Renée Zellweger are allowed their ill-thought out marriages of 4 months, yet families together for years with children cannot be afforded the same protection? The love of Pamela Anderson and Kid Rock is NOT more holy than life partners of twenty years. So why would their marriage be an abomination, yet strung out rock start just need an ticket to Vegas? Is their love any less? In my opinion, sometimes it is much more and no one can tell me the government and bureaucracies should be regulating and legislating love. People, why does it hurt anyone to let another family legally exist? why does it hurt your marriage and family values if a different kind of family exists? If you marriage is so weak that you think it will be damaged if another type of marriage --a marriage of two souls with the same parts but with the same love that you feel for your husband/wife--will be harmed, then perhaps, sweathearts, your marriage is suspect.

Please people, if nothing else let’s think of the children involved. Let’s help preserve their rights. The thought that comes to mind is a couple I heard about in the Bay Area. They broke up and one mother, the surrogate of the children, took the children and moved to the East Coast. The other mother, the egg donor, I guess the biological mother if you will, was left for years with no legal standing and years without being allowed to see her children, even once. The fact is that both of these women were mothers, but the law only protected the one who actually gave birth. Never would we think to say a father has no rights because he didn’t pop that baby out!

As a Republican, I want less taxes, less government, and hence why should I think we should regulate someone’s happiness or the ability to legal share custody, have right of survivorship on homes shared, rights to social security and medical benefits? Just because God made you a little different, does not mean he loves you any less.

If anything, if your mind is still closed to homosexuality, at least try to think of these people as parents and people. First and foremost, though, let's think of the children!

People, we as bloggers can be so influential. I've seen it happen with Obama's victory. I may not agree with the man, but he was genius with using technology. We need to use this same technology to educate, sway, and defeat those who would like to strip the rights of people who only want to love.

So, use this technology. Be vocal on every blog that touches on gay marriage. Speak up. Every blog I've found on the subject has received a comment.

Stumble those you like (Hint! Hint!) See that "Stumble it!" button down there? Click it. See that bookmark button, redditt this post, digg it, do something to get it out there. Please.

Leave me a comment saying you've posted a view on gay marriage or Prop. 8 and I will definitely Stumble you back.

We've got to say no more. Religious beliefs and rights cannot trump civil liberties. My gay friends have every right to pursue their happiness and protect their assets and children as any of us do. I believe the religious and gay citizens can coexist. We must educate others that it is possible. I know we can do it.

We must create a national momentum against propositions like prop. 8. History has shown where California goes, the rest of the nation follows.

Hold the line, my friends. Hold the line and fight back!

Who Doesn't Love Dr. Suess

I've been looking for positivity lately. The rain, the election, my body image, my disappointments, my friends' divorces and ugly custody battles, my family's politics can all get a girl down. So here's something to lighten the mix:

"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened."
— Dr. Seuss

I am finding I can apply Dr. Suess to a million different happinesses in my life. And you? Try it Mikey, you might like it. Think of something positive that has happened in your life and now is gone. Savor the feeling. Enjoy the memory. Then understand that while you no longer have that memory, feeling, intangible...it still can be enjoyed.

And no, I'm not in my cups. It's noon thirty here and there's not a cocktail within reach. I know. I know. You are used to Scouty being snarky, bitter, sarcastic, and ironic. Today she's feeling like trying for the positive and looking for rainbows.

I heard you snicker. Shut the fuck up and be positive, you asshats. Heh!

Two Guesses Which Kid Became A Windy Agnostic Republican

Yes, the Partridge girl looking one with the white pleather go-go boots , medallion, page boy cut, and ruffled bohemian collar. Go ahead click on it to get a closer look. I'll wait. Oh, this pic I found between pages of a high school yearbook brings back memories...

This was taken in the years when my family fostered in the 70's . The little boy on the far left next to my brother is Jimmy. We tried to adopt him. Social services said we had a fine amount of kids to foster, but not adopt. He was severely abused by his mother (starved, locked in closets abuse) and after living with us for two years, was finally placed in a "suitable" home with a Contra Costa sheriff who was a closet alcoholic and physically abused him. He came to see my mom as soon as he turned 18 and yes, he called her "Mom." Jimmy was a great older brother and I loved him so much. People said we looked alike. He was blond and fair like me in a family of dark hair and olive skin.

Yes, this is the same brother I wrote about in posts before:

"Maybe, after our gorgeous duck that my brother and foster brother naively tried to make fly with clipped wings, had it's legs cruelly and compound-ly fractured, there was some effect. My sister compassionately gave the poor thing Popsicle stick splints. In the end, said brothers were forced to slaughter said pet duck with ax as punishment, but 7 year-olds don't do a very good job and only tortured the duck so much more. Yep, forced to eat said protein. "

Yep, maybe there were other reasons that Jimmy couldn't be adopted by us...

In my mother's arms is Kevin. My mother had him from two days old until 18 months. He'd been abandoned. He was her baby, but we weren't the right color to adopt him even though it was the only home he'd ever had. They placed him in another home--a black home. It seemed a good home (two Berkeley professors) and my mother was allowed to visit Kevin a few months later. Kevin immediately screamed, "Mama," and my mother was never allowed visitation of her baby again. Kevin was my baby too.

Overall, my parents fostered over 26 kids, most with histories of physical, emotional, or sexual abuse. It was a time in my parents' life when they wanted to have the big Mormon family and seemed destined to have only four. These kids were broken and came with a cacophony of need and behavior problems that overwhelmed any needs of the existing kids. Near the end of fostering, my two littlest sisters were born. The final end of fostering though, occurred when my two oldest sisters packed their suitcases and threatened to run away if it didn't end. It became an unfortunate ultimatum of them or us.

And that cute dog? Strawberry? One of many dogs I became attached to that eventually became inconvenient and so my Dad dumped...

I am just coming to the realization what a roller coaster by early childhood was. The later years where I rejected my family's religion, most of their values, and joined the Army to pay my way through school because Berkeley wasn't good enough--only BYU would do--were pretty bad, but the early one's had their own set of tragedies as well.

Rice Crispie Bubbles and Muddy Paw Prints

So, in a another brilliant parenting coup, CG allowed Li'l Man a questionable liquid on his breakfast Rice Crispies today.

Need some background?

Some brilliant Mom took the last half gallon of milk in the house to the kids' swim practice the other day. Flavored with chocolate milk, the kids drank it all. It didn't hurt that they know Michael Phelps drank chocolate milk to recover between events at the Olympics. Alllll gone.

Since then, I haven't had a chance to go to the store.

So, yesterday, in desperation, I let Li'l Man use fat-free half-n-half on his cereal. He didn't like it and very little was eaten. I thought it was good. Heh!

Today, CG one-upped me and PB told on him. Why?

Only because he told Li'l Man that it was okay to put root beer on his cereal!!

Hey Honey, why not add some crack to that son? Need some more sugar? Have some sprinkles, but oh wait, your Daddy already taught you to put sugary sprinkles on your farking Mac-n-Cheese when we go to buffets like Zoopa.

Sigh.

This is not an auspicious sign for the beginning of the day.

On top of the six year old high on sugar, I've found muddy footprints entirely surrounding the white carpet in the dining room and the farking white carpet in the living room and yes, my friends, the one carpet in the family room.

So, prior owners to my house in the Northwest? You suck rotten eggs for putting in white carpet.

And Seb, you asshat of a dog, I know it was you...Those are big paws and I can could tell it was you running in circles in my dining room.

Dog, you are lucky you're not on a pike. How you managed to keep that much mud on your feet while traveling through the garage, the kitchen, the hallways , the butler's pantry, and then all those rooms, I will never know.

You think you're cute with your heavy head on my barefoot as I type? Little do you know the evil thoughts flitting in my mind...Seb soup? Baked Seb? Cajun Seb strips?

I know. I know.

It's not all your fault. The rain flooding Seattle as we speak was mostly at fault, but goddammit dog, learn to wipe your feet.

We're Watching....We'rrrrreee Alwayyyys Watching

Heh, I just had a visitor come to my blog with the key words, "How to deal with over-achieving moms."

Heh!

How'd they find me???

More importantly, how'd I know? (Eyebrows raised)

Heheh... Did you get the creeps?

Uh, no?

Whatever.

Anyway, it's because I belong to the Super Secret Society of Roz:




This society is especially good to belong to when you need to have the requisite eyes in the back of your head to catch your kids sneaking too much Halloween candy.

And if you've been following my Twitters about eating the self-same candy? Lies, lies, lies. Perpetrated by political enemies or over over-achieving mothers grasping at my glory.

My Daughter's PTSA Reflections Art Contest Submission: Dream

Pretty trippy, eh?

My daughter used my camera and took a picture of some lilies in the front flower bed. That's me watering the landscaping in the background. She futzed around with Photoshop and called it" Dreams." The theme was "Wow" in the competition and she said this photo was colorful like her dreams that "wow" her.

Not too shabby for a just turned nine year that did everything entirely by herself, I think, but I might be biased.

Wow!

Update: I just added this into the Greeblemonkey contest this month.

Funny Sign

This Republican's Thoughts on Gay Marriage and Prop. 8

A favorite blogger of mine, Avitable, posed this question on his blog:

"Should a gay couple be allowed the same rights as a straight married couple?
Should a gay couple be allowed to marry?

If you would, in any way, answer no to either of these questions, I'd like you to explain your rationale. Why do you feel this way? I'm asking honestly - I need to know what train of thought leads to voting to ban the rights of anyone. I need to understand it, because without any type of rational explanation from someone who actually feels that way, all I can think is that we are a hateful, prejudicial nation that has turned its back on the reason it was created in the first place.

So, if you say no to those two questions, please, tell me why."

You know what's coming, right? Yep, my friends, it's a windy, windy, windy douchehole time. Heh! My comments:

"Sigh. Not me. I'm a good witch...errr...Republican.

Prop 8 passing made me want to vomit. I just had a couple friends get married there and now I guess their marriages never were?

So those bad Republicans you're asking about? That's my almost entire farking family. They're Mormon and the top of the church told them they needed to have 30 people from each ward work on the election 4 hours weekly. Imagine that manpower harnessed. I had my non-political older sister who had my Dad fill out her ballot book until she was 25 (now her husband) try to challenge me on prop. 8. I shut her down mainly because, honey, I live in Washington, not California. She didn't seem sure it wasn't a national vote.

Gah!

Then there's my mother who brought it up. My one brother-in-law who was canvassing neighborhoods putting yes prop 8 door hangers on the door with his 15 year old son. There there was another brother-in-law who tricked out his Facebook with prop. 8 avatars and pics. My baby sister who's status on Facebook said she joined the yes on prop 8 coalition.

At it's most elemental, they believe their rights are being attacked. They believed if they didn't resist, they would have law suits forcing them to marry homosexuals in their temples or face discrimination law suits and loss of their non-profit status.

Yes, yes, this sounds like fear mongering. No way it would happen right? Make a US bishop marry two lesbians in his cathedral? Have two gay men marry in their temple? Then it spreading to classrooms...

Honestly, I told them they were full of shit and then I read this NPR:

When Gay Rights and Religious Liberties Clash
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=91486191

NPR is pretty reputable. I see their point. They kinda were right. They can be sued and forced to go against their religious beliefs. Gay rights shouldn't trump any religious rights (no matter how you or I view those repugnant freedoms). Can't they coexist?

Then, I said wait a minute. If it's about not getting sued and their rights, why didn't they delineate their religious rights and protect their rights in prop 8 instead of trying to take away someone else's rights in the form of outright banning gay marriage?

Then, still thinking, really, much less then half of the American populace is even religious, but they get quite a tax benefit for church contributions. Maybe churches and church members, who arguably get a benefit from their donations, should not get a tax benefit as well. Besides, we all know churches are industries with their large corporate offices, huge real estate holdings, etc.

Think of those billions of tax dollars for our economy. No think of all those churches no longer being forced to bend to discrimination laws. Then think of all those gay couples being allowed to marry and pursue happiness like us all.

Win. win. Win.

Okay, now that I've written a post on your comments, I think I'll post this at my blog too. If you haven't heard from me in a few days, come see if I've been stabbed in the heart with a cross, eh?

Comments by Scout's Honor

comment by Scout's Honor Thursday, November 6, 2008 @ 10:16 am

oh, and one more thing, I think it's stinky fingers are being pointed at Republicans.

Have you seen the exit polls? Look at the percentage of black Californians that voted yes. The people who have arguably been most discriminated against in a year where we voted in a black president, voted to discriminate against gays.

SF Chronicle

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/11/05/MNH413UTUS.DTL :

"While Obama publicly backed the "No on Prop. 8" effort, African American voters had no trouble voting overwhelmingly for the man who will be the nation's first black president and then voting 70 percent in favor of Prop. 8."

And Catholics?

"59 percent of Catholics backed Democratic President-elect Barack Obama, they turned around and voted for Prop. 8 by 64 percent."

A CNN poll I found also said 51% of Latin men voted yes as well.

See Democrats can and are bigots too. There aren't that many Republicans, much less black or Catholic or Latin Republicans in California. I should know. I used to be one of the few Republicans period in California.

So, let's call a bigot a bigot and not blame a political party.

Oh, and Obama? While he was against prop 8 (although he said little during the campaign), check out this quote from Lesbian Life:

http://lesbianlife.about.com/od/lesbianactivism/p/BarackObama.htm

Barack Obama and Gay Marriage/ Civil Unions:

Although Barack Obama has said that he supports civil unions, he is against gay marriage. In an interview with the Chicago Daily Tribune, Obama said, "I'm a Christian. And so, although I try not to have my religious beliefs dominate or determine my political views on this issue, I do believe that tradition, and my religious beliefs say that marriage is something sanctified between a man and a woman."

Just saying...

Okay, my friends, seriously, if you haven't heard from me in a while, please check for my cold, stiff body. I'm sure to rile some zealots with this post. Heh!

**Update:

RW: Ckeck out my blog. You're preaching to the choir. I am all for the religious right getting the fuck out of my party and I've blogged about it too many times to count. That said, this issue can not just be put on Republicans.</