"I've got a feeling, it's automatic" - Zoot Woman, It's Automatic [buy the album]
Now it's entirely possible that I'm feeling especially grrr arrgh today after reading Birth of a Nation, almost completing Where You're At?, watching the Hawk & Dove episode of JLU, and getting ready to watch The Weather Underground but something's been in my craw this evening and I don't think I'll be able to sleep unless I get it out. I don't begrudge you your political choices. Truly I don't. I might think you're out of your ever-loving mind but, you know, that's what makes America great or so I've been told.
What I do begrudge is this: I don't understand how in one breath you can praise the wonders and joys of our mutual lovely gay friends deciding to join hands in non-matrimony (because there are some rights still not afforded to them) and in the very next breath say, "I'm supporting George Bush and Dick Cheney for election this year." I don't like to equate different movements because it muddies thing but it would be analogous to young Harry Burn, a legislator in 1920 Tennessee, an anti-suffragist who had voted against a woman's right to vote in the past, waking up on the day when Tennessee would vote on whether to ratify the 19th Amendment and maintaining his anti-suffragist attitude despite his mother's desire to vote.
He'd essentially be saying, "I love you, Mom, but fuck you, I'm going with the folks that don't think you should have the same rights as me."
On that day, he couldn't give his mom the middle finger. And yet here we are, driving down this virtual street -- together, I thought -- and you're flipping off all these people I love. What kind of shit is that?