It’s a Beautiful Night


Says it all.

I know I’ve kept my political opinion to myself been extremely obnoxious about the election lately, but I can’t help myself…so many good things happened tonight!

Obama won, which is great news for women, gays, minorities, the poor, the sick…and whites, men, straight people, the rich and the healthy as well. It’s not a win for just one group, though I believe that Romney in the White House would’ve posed some serious threats to those first groups I listed. The man is brilliant, and his acceptance speech nearly moved me to tears. I remember crying with happiness 4 years ago with my family, proud that we’d elected him and so full of hope. While those feelings aren’t as raw as they were then, I still feel hopeful about Obama moving our country forward.

And I feel proud of myself, if I do say so, for helping get out the vote, informing friends about where they could turn their ballots in, being involved in the campaign for marriage equality, and voting with an open, educated mind. So cheers to me! everyone who went out there and did their civic duty!

Oh, and one more thing: Washington State looks like it’s gonna pass Ref. 74, which would legalize same-sex marriage in the state, to which I say, “FINALLY.” At this point, its approval is ahead by 4%, but I’m cautious in declaring victory just yet!
Amidst all the celebration, I can’t help thinking of the people around the state waiting anxiously to find out if other people are going to allow them to have the same rights as everyone else. It’s incredibly sad, and shouldn’t have to be this way. But, as it is, and this is reality where everything can’t go the way it ought to, I’m very proud of my state for creating this legislation and doing the right thing. Fingers crossed that by morning we’ll have something spectacular to celebrate!

Update! Washington has indeed passed Ref 74, and same-sex couples will be able to marry as of December 6. Cheers :)

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The Founding Fathers Wore Wigs


Remember why we had the Revolutionary War in the first place? Remember why the Founding Fathers wrote the Declaration of Independence? It wasn’t so you could make people say the Lord’s Prayer at football games. It was so we could all practice our religions (or non-religions) with freedom, without being persecuted for those beliefs.

Yes, we were founded by Christians. Yes, they reference God…because at the time, Christianity was the predominant European religion, so their focus was on the ability to attend whichever type of Christian church they chose. But according to the fundamental belief of those founding fathers, Muslims, Hindus, Mormons and Catholics could live in peace and practice their religions. And Atheists can not practice all the religions.

So how dare we say we’re “going back to the Founding Fathers” when we introduce prayer in public schools? How dare we add “Under God” to the Pledge of Allegiance? (Yeah, shocker, that part was added in 1954.) How dare we discriminate against other religions and people, all the while wrapped in a flag? How absolutely dare we?

We’ve become despicable, embracing our hatred, accepting inequality, imposing our ideas on the unwilling. It’s so disgusting, the horrible things we do in the name of God and Thomas Jefferson, of George Washington.

Supporting the hatred of gays on the basis of Christianity, not allowing gay marriage because of your religion…that would make sense if you lived in a country whose national religion was your religion. But not here. Not in a country founded on a principle of freedom of religion and expression. How dare we discriminate in our laws based on religion? You don’t like homosexuality? You think it’s bad – your religion says so? Fine. But don’t you dare impose your religious beliefs on people you don’t know or understand through legislation that prevents what our country was founded on: Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.

I hold those truths to be self evident. And shame on you for not doing the same.

Hey, citizens of Washington! You can help! Don’t be a jerk – do what your Founding Fathers would’ve supported! Vote Yes to Marriage Equality! Vote Yes on Ref. 74. Do it because all were created equal. Cheers!

Romney’s Full of Something…


Ehhhhhh, Romney’s Shady! …Romney Style…

So we all watched the debate last night, yes? And I hope we can all agree that it was at least less infuriating than the first? Obama was a little more, shall we say, present, and I actually found myself wholeheartedly in support of him for the first time in four years.

It’s been a rough road, his presidency. We were all so hopeful, and sometimes he didn’t deliver on what we wanted or needed. And I was frustrated, to say the least, by his inability to stand up for his administration at times, and by his need to please everyone, which you just can’t do. So last night, watching him lay it down hardcore made me absolutely joyous.

I just don’t believe what Romney says. I feel mislead by his statements at times. He says he doesn’t support Planned Parenthood, but says that no one should deny women contraception…so…that makes sense.
He also seems to think that if people wait until after marriage to have sex, their children won’t initiate gun violence. While that may definitely be a factor (stable homes, etc), how many Christian, two parent homes produce complete maniacs who shoot people in schools or on the street? We need to do better background checks on people, and not allow young people to get their hands on guns in the first place. I’m not a politician, so I don’t claim to know everything about this, but I do know that “sex can wait” has little to do with it.

While I appreciate that Romney has attempted to bring diversity to his staff by specifically choosing women for positions of power, I would rather not be hired simply to add a little pizzaz to an otherwise male dominated workplace. As Eche Madubuike said on Twitter: President Obama: “I passed a law allowing women to get equal pay.” Mitt Romney: “I hired women once.”  

And let’s just chat about this whole Binders of Women thing, which has exploded on the Internet in the past 24 hours. I think it stems from a desire to laugh at the silly way he put it, and I will agree that it has really showcased the creativity of this country. I found the photo above on this site and just about peed my pants…basically the only reason I’m writing this post was to be able to show y’all Psy and his exploding binders of women.

I would like to say one thing: I was disappointed in the way both candidates disrespected Jim Lehrer, the moderator of the first debate, so I was glad that they weren’t total idiots and mostly respected Candy Crowley enough to let her shut them up every once in a while. But I got a little tired of Romney deciding that he understood the debate format better than the moderator, and hearing him say, “No, it’s my turn,” got a little old. If I’ve learned anything in my 19 years, it’s that no one likes a complainer.

So while there may not be binders full of women out there, Romney’s definitely full of something, and it’s starting to smell a little.

Stay tuned for another Race 2012: A Conversation of Race in America post coming soon. I haven’t had time to watch the documentary yet, but as soon as I do I’ll blog about it! (You know…college keeps me kinda busy.) You’re all welcome to watch the documentary here and join in on the conversation on Twitter @PBSRace2012. And make sure to watch the final debate next week so that you’re informed and can vote vote vote! Cheers. 

An Open Letter to America


Hi y’all,

Hopefully you all tuned in to last night’s debate, regardless of your political preference or level of involvement. It’s available on YouTube here if you’d like to watch it and haven’t!

And now, down to business. As some of you know, I’m involved in blogging for PBS’ Race 2012: A Conversation About Race & Politics in America and am supposed to write about how race affects politics, how it affects the way we vote, and how it will affect this election.

I have no idea how to do that.

I was worried when Monica Medina sent me an email asking if I’d join this group of bloggers, because…I’m white. I’m 19. I’m from a relatively normal, middle class family. I am, in the scheme of things, one of the more average people you know. But I do have a love for my right to vote. I don’t always love what America stands for, and I don’t always love how we act on the global level, but I am grateful for my right to vote because I know that millions of people would risk their lives to get the chance to vote, and some have. So with that in mind, I couldn’t exactly say no…

And now here we are, one month away from Election Day, over 200 years after our country began, and race (and gender) is still an issue. We just recently elected a black man as president, but every day since then have questioned his birthplace. During the primaries in 2008, people were worried Hilary Clinton was too hormonal to lead the country. We’re constantly looking for something that says, “You’re not good enough, you’re not stable enough, you’re not ready, you’re not American, you’re not you’re not you’re not.”

Because we’re uncomfortable with change. We went for so long with old, white guys running our country that we get thrown off by the color of Barack Obama’s skin. We look for excuses, reasons why someone isn’t right for president. In Obama’s case, he was…too intelligent. Elite. Because apparently if you’re not wrastlin’ hogs or fixing toilets, you don’t understand the fundamentals of American society. But I would argue that subconsciously, we just don’t know what to do with ourselves when something new comes along. I mean, tell me JFK wasn’t elite.

I don’t mean to say we shouldn’t look at our candidates with a critical eye, because we must become as informed about the candidates as possible, lest we vote like idiots. But we probably should focus on their politics, not their race, religion, etc. Honestly, though Obama isn’t Muslim and I don’t entirely know why that’s still a debate, I wouldn’t have a problem if he was. There are plenty of very peaceful Muslims out there who would run our country just as well as anyone else. And there are plenty of Christian idiots who wouldn’t.

This post has gotten a little off topic. I guess it’s just because I can’t believe that this is still an issue. I can’t believe that we still see someone simply as black or white, and not just as human. I was raised by parents who taught me that everyone was equal. That your race meant very little in the scheme of things. That your race might define your culture, and that’s great, but it would never define your abilities or character. So I don’t look at that anymore. I look at candidates’ ideas, beliefs, and intent much, much more than I look at the color of their skin.

Of course, it was a huge achievement that Obama was the first African American to get elected President. I celebrated along with everyone else, because that kind of change is groundbreaking. But now, we should be able to move on. Elect Asians, women, gays. I don’t care. I just want someone to run my country and have some dignity while they do it.

So now that I’ve run around in circles, I guess all I have to say is this: get over it, America. Get over your prejudices, your preconceived notions, your stereotypes. Get over it and vote. And give each other a hug, while you’re at it.

Cappy

I’ll be blogging a few more times about how race in America affects voting, and how my race affects my choices as a voter. I think I’ve got something to say. So stay tuned, and VOTE!
The documentary will be airing October 16 on PBS. For more information, like Race 2012 on Facebook or follow @PBSRace2012 on Twitter. Yay for public television! Without it, I wouldn’t be who I am today, and we should continue to support it, even though Mitt Romney doesn’t. 

America’s Ass


America's ass sits on the Chair of Life. Careful, it's gonna break.

America’s ass is too big for its gigantic pantaloons.

Examples:

Michelle Bachmann: You were worried about Bill Clinton being too big of an influence on Hilary? Please. Bachmann said, in front of a church congregation, that she studied tax law because her husband wanted her to and it was her job to obey him.
Vomit.
Government is too big? She worked for the IRS, was paid by the state to take care of foster children, she became a congresswoman (and thereby employed by the government), and her husband is a psychologist who (besides being insane and trying to cure people of their gayness) receives money from Medicare and Medicaid.

And then of course, we’ve got Christine O’Donnell who was like “I’m not a witch!” which is fine, because I honestly don’t care whether she ever was or not, but if you experimented with Wiccan practices, don’t you think you should let gay people marry each other? I don’t totally know how that logic works out in my head, honestly, but it just seems to me that once you’ve got a taste of how people treat you once they feel you’ve “sinned” you’d understand that gays get 100x more of that every day for no reason.
But better yet, my pal Christine apparently (wrongly) thinks she understands how interviews work, since she called Piers Morgan “rude” and “creepy” for asking her stance on gay marriage and not simply sticking to questions she had prepared an answer to. She was like (and this isn’t a direct quote, but it’s pretty close) “You should ask me questions about what I want to talk about, and what I want to talk about is my book…because I’m greedy and want people to buy it.” That last bit was loosely paraphrased.
No, Christine, interviews don’t work that way. You go to an interview and you answer the questions, unless they’re totally out of line and don’t make any dang sense like, “What’s your favorite dog biscuit to snack on, you bitch?”

Freedom Fries: Seriously? We think we’re right all the time, and anyone who doesn’t jump on our wagon of stupidity doesn’t deserve to have their name spoken in our country? The French didn’t even INVENT French fries, so chill.
Anyone who still calls them Freedom Fries has to be completely delusional.

What we did to the Dixie Chix after their comment about Bush: You are aware that you bought their CDs to burn them, right? Yeah, enough said.

Hummers: Hi, you aren’t in the army, so STOP DRIVING THAT CAR. You’re a jerk! I don’t even care what you need to do with it, you’re a jerk. Your car gets about 12 mpg. My car gets at least 35 in the city. I am better than you, and I have no problem saying it. I am better than you because I don’t drive a freaking Hummer. I mean, what were you thinking?!
Same goes for every other car that gets crappy gas mileage and/or is gigantic. I’m sorry. I judge you.
Actually, no, I’m not sorry. If you don’t need a truck for work/farming, you shouldn’t have one. If you have a suburban because you have 8 kids, maybe you shouldn’t have had so many dang kids. Do you know how much waste you produce? Unless your kids all turn out to be Jesus and like, environmental scientists or little Ghandis, you’re a fool. Again. I’m judging you.

As Americans, we just run around thinking we deserve all this stuff; money but no taxes (which pay for the things we use, such as Medicare, roads, public schools, social security), FREEDOM but no responsibility for what we do to other countries that aren’t “free” enough, etc etc. It’s sick. Why do we expect to not have to work for anything? We’ve become the lazy country and everyone else knows it. The Founding Fathers would be so proud. Especially since most of us still think Ben Franklin was a president.

So. Wanna feel like you’re not a complete jerk? Go to the SocialVibe link on the bottom of my sidebar and do some (really quick and free) work for charity. It’s for Ugandan children who are starving and being forced to fight as child soldiers. Just do it, or may God smite you.

Dear World,


Dear World,

If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like you to fix a few things.

First, make old people stop asking me what I’m planning on doing with my life. Even though I know (I think) that I’ll write forever…unless I become a rocket scientist…it’s difficult to explain that yes, I plan on writing a novel and yes, I understand that it’s hard and yes, I am prepared to be poor-ish for a while. And no, I didn’t know that back in your day writers had to make pens out of needles and ink out of their blood. But thank you.

Second, if you would be so kind, I’d like people to stop being such jerks about being nice. I am 99% sure that humans are inherently good, so I would like you to make people stop being mean and angry. When I am nice to people, maybe they could be nice back…

Can rappers and singers please stop saying their names before they start rapping/singing? I don’t entirely understand the purpose of that…is it so I won’t forget who’s singing the song halfway through? Or maybe they forgot who they were and had to remind themselves. That’s what night after night of partying can do to you. It’s a hard life for those people.
Regardless, I don’t care whether it’s Jayysoooooon Derulo or LUDA! singing because either way I’ll probably dislike the song.

Also, maybe everyone could shut up vis a vis raising taxes. I don’t think people understand what taxes are for: they are to keep our country from debt. So, if you are rich, shut the heck up and pay some bloody taxes instead of taking that third trip to the Bahamas. And if you’re that upset about taxes being raised, maybe you shouldn’t have supported the 18 (ish) wars we are currently fighting. At this point, you could have paid all your taxes and saved a few third world countries from poverty.

And if Sarah Palin utters one more word of her nonsense, I’m flyin’ straight up to ‘Laska and givin’ her a piece of my mind. And then I’ll go hunt some moose. In a red jacket. I promise, it’ll look just like the cover of her first book (and a Lands’ End catalog). Or maybe I’ll ask her to read an exerpt from her book, which is apparently on “Faith, Freedom, and Flag” and try not to vomit until I’m home.

Also, I have two words for you: Christmas lights. Why must they get so tangled? And why must my cat try to eat them?

Can we make British the universal language? Cuz the way they say “party” makes me feel giddy. While we’re on the subject of feeling giddy, can I 1) marry Julian Casablancas and 2) have Enrique Iglesias follow me around and make those really nice sing-moan-squeal thingybopper sounds in my ear? No? Oh. Okay. Nevermind then.