…I am afraid.
The accuracy of this comic cannot be denied. Do not deny it. You are afraid, too. That’s ok. We can be afraid together, and giggle about it when the sun comes up. But when the sun is down there can be only silence, for laughter enrages the beast and invites destruction.
Everyone knows that.
If Obama hadn’t won, we wouldn’t have this picture. Isn’t that reason enough?
you voted romney? hmmm. that’s too bad.
I’m kidding. Gay rights, people, amirite?
I’m still jazzed about Obama winning a second term in office. Maybe the right word is relieved. I’m very relieved that Obama won over the latest Republican maniac, Romney. What a loon. I was frightened to think what Romney might take away from women in this country. My right to have an abortion (a terrible last resort, but a necessary option that shouldn’t be decided upon by men), having birth control covered by health insurance (do they want us to have unwanted children?), funding for Planned Parenthood (cancer screenings and sex education for all? Yes please). As a woman, I worried.
As a straight white person, I worried for my friends, for people I’ve never met. I thought to myself the other day, “I don’t have that many gay friends…” Then I started counting them. Oh yeah, that person. Oh yeah, I forgot about her, and her too. Oh yeah, I have a ton of them, and I love them all. Let’s not even get started on immigration. The vitriol Romney could barely conceal when he talked about “illegals” was scary. Don’t get me wrong, if you’re here illegally, shame on you, pay some taxes already. But you can’t tell people desperate to escape a violent country to have a better chance for their kids that they should just fuck off, cus too bad you weren’t lucky enough to be born here, so GTFO. As a straight white citizen, I worried.
There was a lot on the line this November. I’m relieved America made the smart choice. We were unimpressed, and in the end, disapproving of any other candidate (see above photo).
touched by his noodly appendage
Here’s what I can’t figure out: Why is the Republican party walking backwards? What are they so afraid of? In particular, why all the misinformation about rape? Don’t they have wives, daughters, sisters? Haven’t they thought about what kinds of options they would want the women in their lives to have if something awful like rape happened to one of them? I have to conclude that they must keep the concept of rape in a hypothetical, airtight box which is what makes it so easy for them to take a purely hypothetical stance on abortion that demands that even a woman who is raped take the pregnancy to term. It’s insane. I feel like I’m taking crazy pills.
Thank FSM that Obama won the election. Where would we be without him? I loathe to imagine a Romney/Ryan America. Scares the shit outta me.
Everyone’s freaking out about GMOs like
and I’m just like
I keep asking for peer-reviewed, scientific evidence to support the fearful outcry for labeling GMOs, and I keep getting stuff like this:
-“Explains why teens are hitting puberty earlier, and other public health related issues. You have the right to know what’s in your food. I don’t like secrets….”
-“Why not use a precautionary approach. We know that women can drink some alcohol when they’re pregnant, but we urge women to avoid alcohol during pregnancy b/c we don’t have conclusive evidence about how much is ok.”
-“Why wouldn’t you want to know if the oranges you’re eating have been spliced with frog genes?”
Science, people. SCIENCE. Science to create, science to check what you just created, science to improve it. I asked for science, they gave me “but why not? I have the RIGHT TO KNOW.” Oh yeah? Know what, exactly? That corporations shouldn’t be held responsible for your unfounded fears about a food process that could help end world hunger, but you’re gonna hold them back because you think there might be something yucky about it? No, I don’t think you have that right. Do some research, read some peer-reviewed science papers, then get back to me.
Anyway, needless to say, I’ve probably lost some friends on Facebook.
I just found out another friend of mine from way back in the day (elementary school this time) is a big, fat lesbian. I also found out she just got married (like two days ago). The first thing that occurred to me was what a shitty friend I am not to have noticed that not only is she a lesbian, she’s also been dating someone seriously enough to marry her. God I suck.
But good for them! So exciting. I wrote on her Facebook wall congratulating her, and letting her know how happy I was for her. Then I started feeling all misty-eyed about Obama winning his second term, all the women taking office, all the gay rights measures that passed (4 for 4 ain’t too shabby), and I went a little overkill on the well-wishing. I messaged her partner (now wife) to congratulate her, and to deliver a poorly veiled threat of violence if she messed with my old friend.
Hey Danielle,
I knew Charlene back in grade school, and though we’ve basically lost touch aside from being Fb friends, I wanted to let you know how happy I am for you both, and congratulate you on your wedding.
She and I sang in a choir together in our teens; I remember her being very kind, and sharp as a tack. She also struck me as a bit fragile. All the kids in school knew it had to be tough being the new kid whose father was the new pastor. And I remember James [her little brother] getting into trouble here and there. I realized during one of the fleeting moments of clarity I experienced in my early teens that she had a lot on her plate, but she handled it like a champ.
Please treat her well. She is, and will always be, my friend. Even if we haven’t spoken in years, I’ll still break your knees if you hurt her. Just kidding. But not really 🙂
Yes, I cried a little, sitting on the floor in my friend’s apartment while Obama was declared winner of the election. But this really brought home what was at stake. My old friend. I am so happy for you.
happy tears in Minnesota over the smallest of victories: being told that your kind of love should not, after all, be outlawed
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