AT LAST, I HAVE FOUND THE WORDS

I have been trying since the first Wednesday in November, 2008, to put to words how the people who say "repeal and replace" or "Obamacare" in a derisive tone effect me. Until now, however, I have been unsuccessful in fully achieving this end. Yesterday's short story "The Unclean Brain" however, does achieve this. Martha's Uncle Mike is not unlike my uncle Bill. True, he has never actually told me to wear a cow bell and so on, but he thinks those of us with preexisting conditions lives' are worth no more than Uncle Mike in the story does. Nor does any other Republican in the country, so he is not alone. They all really think that those of us with health "issues" should be singled out, in some way marked as inferior beings, and then either rounded up and put in pins or in some other way set apart as "different" and "inferior" from and to the rest of society. As far as I'm concerned, this includes not only Uncle Bill but every other Republican in my family (so-called family)(I'll give my ninety year old grandma a pass, but ONLY her) and my circle of so-called friends. They can say that this is not so, but actions speak louder than words, and their actions say that it is true. If this is truly not the case, let their actions change. Beyond that, I will let yesterday's story speak for itself, for in truth I am a much bette story teller than speech writer anyway.

THE UNCLEAN BRAIN

BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT. I was born in the late summer of 2002, even though by then I had already been alive for nearly nine years. Born not out of the warmth of thee womb, but out of the cold of a coma. I was told that it was a car crash, although I do not remember the crash, nor have I ever remembered anything from before the crash, except perhaps the theme song from a Saturday morning cartoon. Originally, they just said that I had had a head injury, although later in my life they came out with the formal, more medical sounding term, Traumatic Brain Injury. Whatever you call it, I had to start over from square one. Fortunately, for the most part, I was a fast learner. Over the next five years, I had a lot of doctors appointments and all kinds of therapy; speech, physical, occupational, cognitive, etc. Fortunately, my parents health insurance understood the meaning of the term and was willing ti help pay for it. But then .when my dad changed jobs and so our insurance company changed . . “Dear MR. and MRS. Cruiz, we are happy to grant the two of you full coverage under our plan. However, because of your daughter Martha's Traumatic Brain Injury back in 2002, her preexisting condition makes her ineligible for any coverage at all. . .” I didn't hear the rest of the letter. It didn't matter. It was the kid on the playground in fourth grade who called me a retard because I talked funny all over again. Not that it was a total surprise. That was not the first time I had heard that term, it was just with the Health Insurance my parents had already had when I got injured, it was not a “preexisting” condition. What did shock me was my uncle's reaction to hearing about this. “Well, Matt,” he said. “People with unclean brains like you should not have Health Insurance. It is only for Healthy People, and you've been sick for the past six years.  Now they want to say insurance businesses have to cover people like you. Well, I won't have it. Take this.” He hands me a cow bell on a necklace. I stare in confusion. “Put it around your neck,,” he sys. “Whenever you go out. As you approach people, bang it and shout 'unclean brain', so that no one else gets near you and catches your disease.” “Traumatic Brain Injury is not communicable, Uncle Mike,” I protest. “So they say, Matt,” he replies. “But the fact that your parents let you continue to live with them after your release from the hospital, medical waste that you are, suggests otherwise. But wear this and use it whenever you go out if you want to live to see fifteen, Matt.” I stare at him a long time, hoping that he will say he is just kidding, because he is quite a kidder, but there is nothing but hate in his face. “OK,” I say at last. “I'll do this. But from now on, it's Martha to you. Only family and friends call me Matt, and with this you and I are neither.” So, for the next two months, despite my parents objections, every time I go out, I wear Uncle Mike's Bell, bang it and shout “Unclean Brain. Unclean Brain.” A few people move aside as if from a disease, but most people just look at me like I'm crazy, which often causes them to move aside as well. But then. .. “If we want to make the movie, we need to go, right now,” says my mom. We rush out the door, race to the theater, get our tickets and find our seats. As we leave two and a half hours later, however, Uncle Mike is waiting, with a knife in his hand. “Where is your bell, Martha?” he demands. “We didn't have time for that ridiculous thing, Mike. . .” my dad begins, but before he can go farther Uncle Mike's knife is in my chest and everything goes black.

FIRE AT WILL

BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT “The Second Amendment is Sacred,” declared Nutcase Rebellious Anarchist, head of The Organization that bore his name. “All of the rest of The Constitution and our Nation's other laws were made by men. But: 'The Right To Bear Arms' came directly from God Himself. So no one may question it in any way.” “You tell 'em Nutcase,” shouted Firehand Triggerfinger at the figure on the bar's TV.. “That's what we need in this country, more people to understand that it is a GOD GIVEN RIGHT, to be able to buy and carry any weapon we want.” “But without The First Amendment,” his sister's boy-friend Mark pointed out. “You wouldn't be able to express that view if the people currently in charge disagreed with you, so it is at least as if not more import. . .” Suddenly, Mark's eyes went wide as Firehhand put a revolver to his large belly and pulled the trigger. “The Second Amendment is all that matters,” declared Fiehand as he kicked Mark's body out of his way and left the bar. “Would you sign this petition for American born Latinos' Right to Vote,” a woman asked him as she approached him right outside the bar. “No,”” Firehand said. He pulled out his revolver and shot her in the face. “There is only one Right that matters. The Right to Keep and Bear Arms.” As he walked down the street, he saw a large crowd outside the new abortion clinic. There were people chanting “Right to Life” others telling them to be quiet, and some of them shouting back “Right To Protest.” “Life and Protest are not Rights that matter either,” said Firehand. He emptied his revolver into the crowd and many fell. The rest scattered. He spat. “All these irrelevant Rights. Only one Right matters.” “Order in the Court, order in the court,” he heard to his left. Looking in, he saw a boy on the witness stand. He stopped to listen in as an attorney finished asking the boy a question. The boy hesitated, then said. “Your Honor, Members of The Jury and attorneys, although I am under eighteen, I believe that I still have Constitutional Rights. Therefore, I invoke my fifth Amendment Right against self incrimina . . .” The boy stopped as Firehand's bullet shattered his head. “Only one Right matters,” said Firehand, then walked on. “Well, what's going on here,” he said, passing a boarded up building with a lot of women and minorities gathered around it. “The company is cheating us,” one of them said. “So we are going on Strike until they grant us Equal Protection under The Law, which we have a Right. . .” The speaker's eyes went wide as Firehand's bullet connected with her temple. “There is only one Right that matters, The Right To Keep and Bear Arms.” “Hold on there son,” said a burly Police Officer appearing out of nowhere. “That doesn't mean you can just walk down the street shooting anyone who annoys you. I'll take that gun.” “NO ONE IS TAKING AWAY MY SECOND AMENDMENT RIGHTS,” shouted Fireand, shooting the police officer on the spot. “MY gun is MINE, AS GOD INTENDED, and that is all that matters.” Then he kissed his gun and walked home.

REPEAL THE SECOND AMENDMENT, THE TIME HAS COME

Another shooting today? How many do there have to be before enough people wake up to the fact that what NRA really stands for is not National Rifle Association but Nut Case Rebellious Anarchists and there is enough of a ground swell in this country demanding that something be done that The Nut Case Rebellious Anarchists and The Republican Party are rolled out of bed and either flee the house before it collapses or are crushed within it? But seriously, how many shootings, mass or otherwise, must there be before something is done. As President Obama said this evening, it is not like The U.S.A. has a monopoly on crazy people, but nowhere else has this many violent incidents. Maybe it is time to repeal The Second Amendment entirely. It was useful in its time, but this is a different day, and all it protects now are lunatics and paranoids. It is not like no Amendment has ever been repealed before. The Twenty-First Amendment repealed The Eighteenth Amendment, and The Thirteenth Amendment nullified everything pertaining yo slavery in The Original Ten, also known as The Bill of Rights. So, perhaps another of these has outlived its time. If it were undone, The NCRA would have no legal ground to stand on and so would have to shut up. This is an idea that's time has come, in fact is well past due, so now let the process begin of repealing The Second Amendment, in its entirety, and then everyone will be safe, PERIOD.

THE BOY WITH NO NAME

BY MATTHEW LUCAS BECKETT “Thomas, you are banished from this family, this community, The Faith and thus The Kingdom,” said the judge. Shela buried her face in her hands and wept. It was true that her twin brother had come out as Gay, which was unforgivable, according to The Law. “But it was really that outsider Matt's fault for seducing him,” she said quietly to herself. “Matt could not have seduced him were Thomas not already inclined towards the abomination,” her husband Eric pointed out. “We must observe The Law and The Custom.” Although her heart was breaking, she nodded, folded her arms and turned her back on her brother's stunned face. Then, as one, all present but Thomas said his first name “Thomas” then spat on the ground. Then, they all said his middle name “Angel” and spat on the ground again. Then his last name “Fairy” and spat on the ground once more. Then, they all wiped their left foot, the foot of The Wicked, in the spit of his identity, and it was over, his name had been forever banished from The Book Of Life. “Shela,” he screamed. “I'm your brother. Don't do this. I can't help who I am and thus who I'm attracted to.” She longed to go to him, to comfort him, to do something, but she could not. It would make her just as damned as he to ever even speak his name again. Thrashing, screaming, crying and threatening, The Boy With No Name was carried from The Council Chamber and thrown into The Darkness Beyond, symbolizing The Eternal Darkness his soul would some day face. After his screaming and cursing from outside the hall had dissolved into sobbing and the sobbing had eventually gone silent, The High Priest addressed them. “The Banishing Ceremony for The Boy With No Name is now concluded. To conduct any other business in the same gathering would be almost as vile as he. Therefore, this meeting is concluded. Return to your homes, and if he approaches any of you, clear him from your path, but otherwise ignore him, for he no longer exists.” Apart from The High Priest, who always left last to secure The Tempe, Shela and Eric were the last to leave. Shela's heart was very heavy. She knew that what had been done must be done, but it was still hard to know that she would never see her twin brother again, in this world or the next. “Shela,” said Eric. “I know what you're thinking. But you mustn't dwell on him.” She gave her husband such a hard look that he took a step back. “When your twin brother, whom you grew up with from day one, has been banished from your presence for life and for eternity, you can talk to me about what I may and may not dwell upon. Until then, you may not.” They both knew that her husband's only sibling had died with his mother in childbirth, and her bringing this up seemed to sting him enough that he did not speak of the matter again. But every day she was reminded of the boy whose very name had been banished from her mind by the ceremony, but she still saw his face in her mind. She also had to admit, in the privacy of her own mind, although never aloud, that the other young man was quite attractive. She had never dared to put it to words, even in her mind, but from puberty she had always wondered if The Boy With No Name was inclined that way. She shook her head, trying in vain to clear her mind of forbidden thoughts, almost as forbidden as what had brought the ceremony of now a month ago about. But it was no use. In spite of everything, blood was blood, and her blood was almost the same as. ..as. . .The Boy With No Name's blood. The only difference was that her blood was from Light and his blood was from Darkness. “But is it really that simple?” she found herself asking one day when she got home from her work an hour before Eric got home from his. “Are any of us really all good or all bad? ALL STRAIGHT OR ALL CROOKED?” She thought back to when she first became aware of her sexuality. It had been mostly boys, of course, but there had been one or two girls that she also very briefly fancied in the very early days of puberty. That is normal. She had been told. Everyone has a little of that early on. What matters is that you settle on the Right Way in the end, when you do settle. “So why did I go the right way when that moment came, but my former twin brother, The Boy With No Name, go the wrong way?” She was deep in contemplation when she felt a presence near her. Turning, she saw a figure detach itself from the shadows. Before her stood a woman. Shela had seen her before. She was a part of the community, but Shela was not sure of her name. “Can I help you?” asked Shela. “If you can't,” the slightly younger woman answered. “No one can. They think I'm. . .think I'm. . .I'm. . .different. Like the boy from a month ago. They want to banish me too.” “And are you? Different, I mean?” asked Shela. “No,” the woman shook her head. “I kissed a woman last night. Just once. Just to see what it was like. But I never want to do it again. I much prefer kissing men. It was. . .I want to say awful, but I guess it wasn't really that different. But I still only want to kiss men from now on. Will you he;p me?” Shela considered a moment. “I'll do what I can,” she finally said. “I can testify to what you just told me. Beyond that, I don't know that I can do much.” “Thank you,” said the barely more than a girl. “Since it seems you've forgotten, my name is Travis.” And then, suddenly, Shela remembered everything, and darkness crashed all around and inside her like a high tide at the sea.

I AM NOT A GAY LAB RAT

So, Republicans really think that those of us who are Gay should or even can be changed into what they call "straight" and at least in Texas have adopted it as part of their official party platform. Well, they ignore science with everything else, certainly the planet, so why not this as well? Of course, there may be some of us who refuse to be treated like lab rats, particularly with CRACK POT science. Tomorrow's short story, though, will show the utter extreme this line of thinking and warped concept of reality can lead to and the even greater potential cost of this kind of thinking.

GAY CONVERSION? THIS IS THE LAST STRAW

I was angry about the refusal by those in bed with The Nut Case Rebellious Anarchists to admit that this country has a problem with gun violence even after the children killed at some recent mass shootings. I was angry about the crowd cheering at that 2012 debate when one candidate answered yes to the question of whether or not those of us with preexisting conditions should just be allowed to die (a comment which I personally have never heard any Republican disavow, even though I have been told that some have, and have certainly never had any Republican that I know disavow to my face, even though I have told more than one more than once each that I have a preexisting condition). I was irate or beyond when Dan Patrick talked about The Second Amendment like it was The Second Commandment and then said that he would make sure that those of us with health "issues" in Texas went back to being treated like subhuman pieces of pond sludge, which is how I hear "get Obamacare out of Texas". But even with all of this it still MIGHT have been possible to be rea-son-able. But, after Friday's adoption by The Texas Republican Convention of the endorsement of Conversion Therapy, to turn those of us who are Gay what they call "straight", which is of course calling us crooked, that ship has sailed clean off the face of The Earth, out of this Solar System and even out of The Milky Way Galaxy. I WILL NOT be called an inferior being because of the biology that I was born to have, and those who say that being Gay is in and of itself evil are either saying that GOD created something evil or are attributing creative powers to The Destroyer a.k.a. Satan. Either of these is, to say the least, Theologically Problematic. Also, since we are how we were made to be, trying to use psychiatric treatments to change us is as ridiculous and pointless as trying to use such treatments to turn a man into a woman or a woman into a man. Obviously, this is absurd, but no less absurd than trying to change somebody's Sexual Orientation. They may tell others they have changed so that the TORTURE will end, but identities at these fundamental levels CAN NOT be truly changed, and such attempts SHOULD NOT be made. So, it is both misguided at best, downright evil at worst, to say those of us who are Gay (or any of the rest) need to and or should be converted and absurd to think that we can. That is why I say, THIS IS THE LAST STRAW,and there I end this post, although this fight is just beginning.

THE STORM BREAKS

THE QUEER MANIFESTO, THE GATHERING STORM, PUBLISHED ON TUESDAY, OCTOBER 29TH, 2014, THE COMING STORM, PUBLISHED ON SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 8TH, 2014, THE STORM NEARS,PUBLISHED ON FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 28TH, 2014, ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, THE FIRST RUMBLES, PUBLISHED ON FRIDAY, APRIL 18TH, 2014, THE THUNDER ROLLS THIRTY-FOUR, PUBLISHED ON WEDNESDAY, MAY 7TH, 2014 AND THE LIGHTNING FLASHES, PUBLISHED ON FRIDAY, MAY 16TH, 2014. Conservatives/Republicans CAN NOT say that they have not been warned. But, no matter how long it has been since Justice In Health Care became THE LAW OF THE LAND, and no matter how many it is proven to benefit and how few it is shown to harm (NONE, ZERO) all Conservatives/Republicans can talk about is getting rid of it. Guns kill more people in The United States than in all other none war zone countries combined, but even when a mad man shoots 26 Elementary School Children, The Nut Case Rebellious Anarchists refuses to accept that maybe something should be done about all of this gun violence, and since the only sex The Republican Party gets is from being in bed with The Nut Case Rebellious Anarchists, they all always say "Hell No, We Won't Go, Hell No, We Won't Go", and so millions continue to die of this disease. Speaking of diseases, some people seem to think that having a preexisting condition is in and of itself a disease. While some preexisting conditions do come from and SOME even are diseases, the term "preexisting condition" does not itself define a disease. There are many ways one can acquire a less than spotless Health Record. In my case, when I was an eight year old boy, I ran out in the street in front of a car, resulting in a Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI). I WAS A CHILD WHO MADE A MISTAKE. Because of that mistake, from the time I was Twenty-Six years old until this January, I was unable to purchase Private Health Insurance because of my "Preexisting Condition" and had a Risk Pool required by State Law to always be twice the rate of comparable, private coverage, as my only option. But, for me, it was never about the money, it was about, from my point of view at least, being treated like a second class or second rate Human Being because of a mistake that I made when I was an eight year old CHILD. Now, of course, under Justice In Health Care (THe PATIENT PROTECTION and Affordable Care Act's only TRUE AND ACCURATE nickname), I have private coverage and in fact the Risk Pool no longer exists because it is no longer necessary. But still, all REpublicans can talk about is how awful it is and about undoing it and about how the American People do not want it, despite the fact that t helps millions, harms no one and the final numbers of the sign ups for the fist year exceeded The Obama Administration's Goals. To those on The Wrong that insist on derisively calling it Obamacare, I say, at least President Obama DOES care about those of us for whom a market based and money centered and driven health care system did not work, and if you ere truly even quasi "Pro Life", so would you. Speaking of diseases, there are those that say that the mere fact of being Gay is in and of itself a damnable Spiritual Disease. Yet, if you actually read THE BIBLE, even were those six or seven passages not talking about something completely different (namely using sex as a means of power and domination, se earlier posts) al of these only address actual acts of sex, not simply the fact of being what we today call Gay. So, since while I am Gay, I am also abstinent, there is in fact no problem with that morally. And, of course, if we Gays could get married everywhere, none who are not abstinent would be forced to live in sin. So, whether their emphasis is "Preserve Gun Rights at All costs", "Get THe Unhealthy Out Of My Hospital" or "Kill All The GAys" or a combination of any or even all of these, clearly THe Conservative Philosophy and culture and The Republican Party an d Culture is The Philosophy, THe Party, and most importantly , THE CULTURE of DEATH itself. Death, is what they really want for all gun reasonables, everyone with Health "Issues" and anyone who cares about us and all of those of us who are Gay, or any of the others ,and any and all who care about any of us. Ted Cruize is evil and death itself, incarnate. I HATE all Conservatives and All Republicans. There was a time when if they could have been reasonable about guns and health care, I could have been reasonable about guns and health care, but the guns ship sailed after Sandy Hook when nothing happened and with Health Car at the 2012 Primary debate when the crowd cheered after one o the candidates said yes to the question "Should those with preexisting conditions just be allowed to die", sine although I have been told that many Republicans have indicated that this person did not speak for them,I have never personally heard anyone say this, and certainly none of the Republicans that I know personally have ever said that to my face while looking me in the eyes, even though at least two of them have been told more than once each that I have a preexisting condition. That ship certainly ailed with Dan Patrick's speech after winning The Republican Nomination for LT. Governor when he talked about how important The Second Amendment, as he reads it, is and also about getting Obaacare out of Texas. Has he or anyone he knows ever gotten a letter like the one that i got from Golden Rule when I was twenty-six, saying that they were canceling my coverage because they found out what had happened when I was an eight year old CHILD? Obviously not, and clearly NO Conservative or Republican or anyone any of them know ever has, so since they have absolutely no idea what they are talking about, maybe they should just stop talking. In fact, there is no maybe about it, they should definitely just SHUT UP! Those who oppose gay rights also have no idea what they are talking about and should also just SHUT UP. THE GUN NUTS SHALL BE SILENCED THEIR BULLETS SHALL BE BURNED. THE UNHEALTHY SHALL BE TRETED, AWAY FROM INSURANCE WE SHALL NOT BE TRNED. THE GAYS SHALL LIVE IN FREEDOM, WITHOUT FEAR OF BEING SPURNED. ...WHEN CONSERVATISM IS OVERTURNED. So perhaps everyone who is on the wrong side of any or even all of these things should just stop being wrong, which of course means stop being conservative and stop being a Republican, since that is the entire Conservative Philosophy and the entire Republican Party Platform. Of course, since Conservatism is Wickedness itself incarnate and the Republican Party Evil and Death themselves, incarnate, if everyone stooped belonging to and being these, it would be a very positive development for humanity. Guns do kill people, even if it does take a person to pull the trigger, if a person has a trigger to pull killing someone is a lot easier than other methods. Republicans would have anyone who questions their interpretation of the Second Amendment dead. They would also have those of us with health "issues" dead and cheer about it. They also want al of us gays dead. There was a man whose name was Sam. He was gay and had been shot in the head as a child, resulting in a traumatic brain injury. Because of this he had no insurance, because he lived before Obamacare. One day, he was walking home from work, when he got jumped by a bunch of homophobes. "Make sure that he can no longer use his arms" shouted the leader. "THen he can not play the chello any more." DAN LOVED TO PLAY THE CHELLO. WHEN THEY WERE THROUGH BEATING HIM, THEY LEFT. Dan somehow made it to the doors of the hospital., but they would not admit him because he had no insurance. He died less than three feet from an E.R. He died because a gun gave him a health issue and because he was gay. Republicans see nothing wrong with any of this story and in fact consider it a cause for celebration. That is not "Pro Life", hat us a culture of death, and death itself, since they are death itself, incarnate. Conservatism and The Republican Party ride The Pale Horse, as an earlier post of that exact name points out. If Republicans were truly "Pro Life" and not just "Pro Live Birth", they'd support universal background checks for gun purchases, including private dealers at gun shows, whom if they=can afford a booth at a convention center can afford a background check machine, support the right of everyone to be treated like a Human Being, not a subhuman piece of pond sludge. by all Health Insurance Companies, even those of us with health "issues" and denounce the figurative or even literal stoning of gays for being who we were born to be. Many with preexisting conditions were born with them, so if they were truly pro life, certainly at least those should have the right to decent, basic health care at an affordable rate. But, obviously, as I have said already, clearly they are not truly "Pro Life". They are pro live birth, but once a child is born, they do not care if he or she gets shot, dies of a health "issue" because he or she could not get insurance, or gets killed when sexually mature for being gay. It is time for those of us who have THE RIGHT idea about these issues to stand and fight. With all due respect to peace, love, and understanding, there comes a time, there comes a point, when you simply have to take a stand and make a stand. When you have to stop apologizing for who and what you are, stop retreating, turn to face the foe, draw a line in the sand, plant your feet firmly on the ground, square your shoulders and draw your sword. For me, at least, that time has come. and, of course, swing to kill at anyone who crosses that line. Let all choose which side they are on and what they are prepared to do about it, NOW, because, THE STORM HAS BROKEN.

DOES MIGHT MAKE RIGHT?

This is a good question. Clearly, The Gun Lobby thinks so, since they spend millions ensuring that no one has their guns taken away, not that that is what any of us are actually talking about doing anyway, but that is beside the current point. But they argue that since criminals can get military grade weapons to do break ins, civilians should be allowed to have military grade weapons to defend themselves and their homes. So, whoever has the biggest gun always wins, right? Let's think about that. In THE BIBLE, in the first book of Samuel, Goliath was a giant who was armed to the teeth with steel armor and weapons, while David was a boy with a sling shot. So, obviously, Goliath crushed David with a single blow. No, wait, that's not right. Oh, yeah, David's stone hit Goliath in just the right place, and so David won. Of course, there is no doubt that David had GOD'S Help with that, so maybe outside of that circumstance, the biggest guns always do in fact win. Let's see, in The American Revolution, The British had bigger guns and a bigger and more classically trained army, so of course we're all still British subjects, right? Wait a minute, no we're not. So, clearly the biggest guns do not always win. But, even if might does not always win, might still makes right, right? Goliath had might, but he was wrong. The British had might, but they were wrong. Throughout history, most conquering armies had might, but in many if not most cases today we would look on what they did as wrong. So, clearly not only does the biggest gun not always win, but even if they do, that does bot necessarily make it right. As noted earlier this week, guns in the home are as if not more likely to be used on the home owner or by the home owner on a friend or family member as or than to stop a break in. So, clearly, guns do not rally do that much if anything to keep us safer and in fact seem to make us less safe. Obviously, we all want our families and friends safe, but we do not all agree on the method. So, what gun enthusiasts need to ask themselves is, in light of solid, empirical evidence, not the scare tactics of The Nut Case Rebellious Anarchists, is their way really the best way? And if not, how might those of us on each side of this debate work together to find solutions to these problems, because, while we differ on methods, in the end we all want basically the same thing and at the core are not that different from one another.

WE GAYS SHALL LIVE IN FREEDOM

A time is coming, and is not all that far away, when everyone will realize that who we all are Sexual Orientation wise is how we are born and is no more a choice then what gender or what ethnicity we are born into. When this time comes, everyone will realize that those of us who are Gay (or Bi or Transgendered, but since I personally am Gay, I'll speak in that voice) should no more be discriminated against for who we are than Women or Ethnic Minorities. When this time comes, those who believe in outdated and incorrect ideas of morality and so on will have a choice, join The Twenty-First Century and stop assuming that different is in and of itself bad and so must be destroyed, or become irrelevant and be swept away as no more than a footnote t history, if that. It is your choice, but make it now, and live by it, because the time is coming when WE GAYS SHALL LIVE IN FREEDOM, WITHOUT FEAR OF BEING SPURNED.

THE WINDS ARE CHANGING SEVENTEEN

As noted in an earlier post, clearly Republicans were wrong that Americans as a group did not want what they call Obamacare and what I call At Least President Obama Does Care, If they were truly "Pro Life" they would too or Justice In Health Care. Of course, it makes sense that they would be doing everything they can now to undermine it, since as it more fully takes effect it will be and become clearer to more and more people that it is good for everyone and bad for no one. As this happens and its benefits become more and more clear, it will become more and more clear how foolish Republicans were to oppose even one comma of it in the first place, and it will become less and less popular and so less and less possible to undo it. By November the electorate will have realized how wrong Republicans were to oppose The Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act since everyone will realize they know someone who has benefited from it, and what they presently think will be a watershed election item for them will in fact turn out to be the flood that sweeps them all away. Certainly, any Republican I know who has not changed their mind about this enough to not vote for anyone who opposes even one coma,I mean comma, of it on November Fourth I will never know again, PERIOD. Yes, the winds are changing, and we all know what happens when you run against the wind.

I'M SURE GLAD GUNS ARE MAKING US ALL SAFE

I recently heard about a man who shot a cabby because he thought the cabby was taking him somewhere by the long route to get a higher fair. Seriously? Was that really worth someone's life? And why would you even think of doing something like that? Is this what The Nut Case Rebellious Anarchists are talking about with protecting our homes and our families from the government and from criminals? Shooting a man who is just trying to earn a living to feed his family because your own stupid paranoia tells you that he is trying to cheat you? Is this really a society that any of us who are not gun nut cases want to live in? If not, maybe it is time to do something about it. In the meantime, in light of this incident, I say to The Nut Case Rebellious Anarchists, "I'm sure gled guns are making us all safe."