I’m sitting here not reading the article assigned in class because I’m too upset to concentrate on it. I was just sent the above video in an e-mail and now I know I won’t be able to do anything else until I get this off my chest. So much for blogger’s block.
Since I’ve come to college I think I’ve actually been more sheltered not less. That’s the only I conclusion I can up with for why I haven’t gotten this upset until now. I knew about Prop 8, and I knew it was passed and I didn’t really feel anything. Maybe it was the whirlwind of Obama winning and just being too high to notice something low but I don’t think so, I think it’s that I’m here. I’m not watching the news at dinner anymore; I’m not 20 minutes outside of D.C. hearing about protests, – there’s one on Saturday – I don’t hear my mom and dad talk about what how disgusted they are, I’m not talking to my goddess (both women) parents who got married in Toronto and have been together for about as long as I’ve been alive, instead I’m here, in my own little oasis where something like this seems to be so far away that it really didn’t sink in until ten minutes ago.
I don’t think I can do a better job than Keith Olberman but I think I’ll try anyway.
For those who voted to pass this law:
What’s wrong with you?
Are you worried there’s only so much love in the world that if you legitimized theirs yours will disappear?
There is no reason you could ever come up with that would make me agree with you, and frankly, there’s not much you could say that could ever make me think well of you either.
My only conciliation is that Obama is our President-Elect now and hopefully will set this right, but then I’m fairly certain that those of you that voted for this proposition voted for McCain, and that brings a smile to my face because you may have won the battle but you did not win the war.