before it is too late

In the name of God, I can hate as hard as I want. In the name of God I can belittle and bully. In the name of God I can deny and restrict. In the name of God I can pretend to be pure while I consider you evil and vile. In the name of God I am right no matter what and you simply do not exist!

I can quote scripture and verse, find passage and prose, eliminate the bad from the good and define value and moral, all in the name of God. I can place fear in the politician who has little need for religion but plenty of want for any and all votes, all in the name of God. I can point a finger to the sinner, define his sin and absolve my self of any self serving bias or bigotry, all in the name of God.

I can tell you its for the children, saying life begins at conception, but once the baby is born it is not my problem to help it grow and thrive, its all God's will. I can tell you that rape and incest are lemons and you must make lemonade from them as its Gods recipe for women. I will swear global warming, climate change do not exist, its an invented ploy by Atheists, Communists and Socialists to undermine God's creations. I know God never wanted women to vote, blacks to have equal rights and Gays to marry, when he wrote the Constitution. God knew women were to be subservient, blacks inferior and Gays sinners when he let the devil create them so why would he give them any rights at all?

I believe in God, my God, and my God is the only power I will acquiesce to, defer to or acknowledge as superior to me. I believe my God is all powerful but those Gays are wily, those dark skinned people sly, those loose women sneaky and those poor people dangerous, so I will just make sure they don't interfere with Gods work and try to weaken him ( even though he IS God). I believe I am a warrior for God and peace will only happen when we defeat the enemy (and since I speak to God ALL the time he has informed me who the enemy IS).

God is good, but my hate, my bigotry, my ignorance, my animosity, my fear, my loathing, my insecurity make him better. God is good but his goodness can only be seen after I decide who is the enemy, whose actions are inappropriate, whose thoughts I dismiss and whose love is not real all of that makes God better. God is good but I make him better by playing God, leaves him with more important things to do.

God has once again with great vim, vigor and vigilance come to the United States via politics and wants to take no prisoners. Wait, it's not God but just those false prophets who know less about God and more about playing God. It's less about God but more about playing God like. God help us all before it is too late!

you do, i don't

A three-judge panel of the 9th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals ruled 2-1 that a lower court judge correctly interpreted the U.S. Constitution and Supreme Court precedents when he declared in 2010 that Proposition 8 — a response to an earlier state court decision that legalized gay marriage — was a violation of the civil rights of gays and lesbians.

However, the appeals court said gay marriages cannot resume in the state until the deadline passes for Proposition 8 sponsors to appeal to a larger panel of the 9th Circuit. If such an appeal is filed, the panel's ruling would remain on hold until it's resolved.

"Proposition 8 serves no purpose, and has no effect, other than to lessen the status and human dignity of gays and lesbians in California, and to officially reclassify their relationships and families as inferior to those of opposite-sex couples," states the opinion written by Judge Stephen Reinhardt, one of the court's most liberal judges.

And with this good news, I as a Gay man can not get married in the state of California. With the news that Prop 8 is unconstitutional, I still can not get on bended knee and ask the man I love, honor, and respect more than any other to marry me. With the announcement from the Circuit Court of Appeals stating that MY civil rights has been violated by Prop 8, it is still illegal for me to place a wedding ring on my partners hand and ask the state of California to recognize our union of marriage.

I am celebrating this momentous step in reinstating civil rights, but I am sad that more days, more weeks, more months and maybe more years may have to come and go for me to be equal to people like Newt Gingrich, David Vitter, Herman Cain, Anthony Weiner, John Ensign, Bill Clinton and John Edwards.

I hear from the LGBT leadership this is not a race but a marathon, and one small step is one more step ahead taking us from behind. I hear the joy in the words of the LGBT community that we made it this far. I hear the the congratulations from the Progressives, and Independents the Heterosexuals saying stick with it it will happen. But even with all that noise I still CAN NOT ask the man in my life who has made this life even better to marry me and become a legally recognized married couple making us equal instead of separate but equal. There was a victory today for the fair minded American, but the defeat of hate, bias and bigotry still keeps me as less than, and my life is so much more than that.

f what?

America was SHOCKED, OMG, once again something disturbing, eroded the white bread, apple pie tapestry that is the Super Bowl and in particular the half time show of the most wholesome of wholesome events. No wardrobe malfunction this time but instead the scandalous manipulation of the wicked, MIDDLE FINGER, by MIA and its ever venomous silent but deadly message telling anyone in its radar, F- You!

Somehow water stops ebbing or flowing, crickets stop chirping, and children’s live are stunted for good whenever the middle finger addresses the public on public TV. When the middle finger is raised all sin celebrates and all sinners sing a symphony, give the finger and the Devil lives and good dies.

Somehow it is the action of the middle finger that insights Bibles to be thumped, minions to proclaim God is dead, and blindness to overcome the eyes of babes. It is wrong, terrible an embarrassment and UnAmerican to say F-You via the finger, but somehow saying F-You any other way is just fine and dandy.

Everyday Rick Santorum is on the trail to instate his morals and ethics to the American public and he belies and bullies Gays, Women, and Muslims he is using the F word in declaring that these demographics are less then and surely not equal to. Everyday, Newt Gingrich, flaunts his third wife, and insists he Is the spokesman for the Institute of Marriage, and stands upon his self serving bully pulpit defining same sex marriage as a plague and something he personally has spoken to God about, he is producing F-You bombs left and right. Everyday Mitt Romney brags about firing people, his disdain for anyone poor, and defiantly defending his low tax or no tax status he is proficient in setting off F-You gunshots at anyone not in the 1%.

The fuss continues about MIA and the raising of the finger. YOU TUBE is a buzz, Google is as jumpy as the Richter Scale in the middle of a 9.0 earthquake, and Facebook postings are continuous and contagious. The clergy is outraged, parents are pissed, and the FCC is investigating. But while all that is happening all day all night the politicians running for president from the Republican/Tea Party are shouting out high and low F-You’s to minorities, to the poor, to the elderly, to the unemployed, and they are being haled and hallowed for their hearty F-You attitude. In this neo Victorian, pre Apocalyptic, very hypocritical Nation of ours the raising of the middle finger on public TV is a fearful prelude to the demise of a Christian values, and who knows Socialism will certainly take over. But demeaning, despising, degrading Women, Gays, Poor, Unemployed, Blacks, Muslims, Immigrants and spouting F-Words, F-Bombs without raising your middle finger is wholesome and welcome. F-You is okay as long as you don’t use the hard artillery of the middle finger. But set free the hate in your heart, and the venom of your soul and it is fair game.

tomorrow, today

Tomorrow, Tuesday, February 7, 2012:

A federal appeals court is expected to rule Tuesday on the constitutionality of Proposition 8, the 2008 ballot measure that banned gay marriage in California.

Regardless of how a three-judge panel of the U.S. 9th Circuit Court of Appeals decides the case, its ruling is very likely to be appealed to the U.S. Supreme Court, which could decide next year whether gays and lesbians nationwide have the right to marry.

Today, Monday, February 6, 2012:

I watched three versions of divorce court on television (a court for those who happen to be heterosexual) and witnessed women shouting about their cheating husbands, men complaining about their gold digger wives, couples complaining they never loved their spouse, and individuals who said their marriage was a sham, a front, just a game they wanted to play at the time.

Tomorrow, Tuesday, February 7, 2012:

Someone other than me or gay men and women like me will pontificate, salutate, and debate the merits of the freedom of a certain demographic of the population to marry the man or woman they love, honor and cherish. Suddenly the merits, the measure and the meaning of marriage will be discussed and a selection will be bestowed,

Today, Monday, February 6, 2012:

I saw previews for Kim Kardashian taking New York , but without her husband who she could legally marry, and did marry but for maybe 73 days. I saw Newt Gingrich getting angry about the lack of morals and values of anyone he deems less than, and he is on his third marriage after having two adulterous affairs. I saw the sad news of a husband accused of murdering his wife then taking his two kids hostages as he blew up his house killing he and his two kids.

Tomorrow, Tuesday, February 7, 2012:

I will wait with baited breath as my rights are tossed around, explained, communicated or contorted as if I am just an observer. I will have no legitimate input to what the normal, educated, uneducated, smart, idiot, carefree, careless, heterosexual takes for granted either uses or abuses.

Today, Monday, February 6, 2012:

Tony Perkins the CEO of the bigoted Family Research Council, those who would rather have Gays in jail or sent to some island, said it may take time to decide who the candidate will be for the Republican/Tea Party never once saying that the marriage infidelity committed by Newt Gingrich could or would definitely eliminate him. The state of Minnesota still plans to place an amendment denying same sex marriage. Governor Chris Christie continues to think that the people of his state should decide the fate of gay marriage in his state. Because, after all when Mitt Romney was Governor of Massachusetts and when he was a liberal, that decision to do the right thing for all has come back to haunt him with those who use God’s good graces to hate. And Chris Christie may want to run for president one day. Today Ron Paul, Mitt Romney, and Newt Gingrich, continue to run for the office of president, but not president of all people, just those who don’t think Gay people should marry Gay people.

Tomorrow,Tuesday, February, 7, 2012:

Politics of hate will run rampant, whether the court overrules or accepts the decision on Prop 8. People will beat their chest complaining that when God wrote the Constitution he never expected Gay people to marry. The LGBT community will celebrate or dig their feet in firmly and protest. Religious zealots will shout about the end of days, and homophobes will vow not in my country, and advocates of equal and fair will pursue their goal.

Today, Monday, February 6, 2012:

Those who love, and happen to love someone of the sex, still have less freedom to say “I do”. Those who want to live an intimate life must defend how they love and remain public. Those who hate their own life, insist on hating my life. And I still must blog about inequality and separate but not equal. And I am still hated in some homes and churches and families because all I want to do is marry and live happily after ever!

invasion from mars

Beginning when I was about nine and my little sister, Francie was seven-ish my Dad would take us to the the Liberty Theater in Pittsburgh to watch a double bill of sci-fi/horror movies. The Liberty Theater was built like a castle found in Transylvania very Gothic large and dark. The interior had two balconies with very little red lights located in alcoves that almost looked like entrances to Dracula’s bedroom. If you stared too long at the red lights you almost saw the wall open and some kind of hand appear to urge you to enter, knowing that once you did you would never exit. The concession stands were drowned in an orange light that flickered to yellow then red. The carpet was plush and silenced any and all noise making you look down at your feet to make sure you were walking and not being swallowed by this carpet.

Going to the sci-fi/ horror movies horrified my mother, but my Dad loved this genre of movie and convinced my mother if either Francie or I had a nightmare he would come to the rescue. The routine was simple pee when we got to the theater before any monster happened to be hiding in a stall, buy some candy and a soft drink and sit in the center of the middle aisle with my Dad in-between both of us. My dad was a big man and once his arms were around our shoulders we knew it would be a difficult time for any monster to get us and eat us. We would stare up at the two balconies which were curtained off and my father would say in a very deep voice, I wonder who is watching us as we watch the movie. He would then smile and make his Frankenstein laugh as if the laugh was more of a warning then just a laugh. Francie and I would reluctantly look up just enough to make sure we didn’t see any thing looking down at us.

Most of the movies playing at the Liberty Theater had been hits in the early 50’s and this sci-fi/ horror-a-thon celebrated the best of the worst. We were all excited about going to the movies, but more often then not when the credits started playing on the screen at the end of the movie, Francie and I realized there would be a lot of territory for a monster, or a Martian to grab us and take us away. Leaving the theater left us with a bit of nervousness and worry. But my Dad would say, kids its a movie, nothing is real its only your imagination and you have control over that.

One of the movies I remember with both fondness and a bit of fear was called Invaders From Mars

Invaders From Mars (1953) is a science fiction film directed by William Cameron. Late one night, young David MacLean is awakened by a thunderstorm. From his bedroom window he sees a large flying saucer descend and disappear into the sandpit area behind his home. After rushing to tell his parents, his scientist father (Leif Erikson) goes to investigate David's claim. When his father returns much later in the morning, David notices an unusual red puncture along the hairline on the back of his father's neck; his father is now behaving in a cold and hostile manner. David soon begins to realize something is very wrong: one-by-one he notices certain townsfolk are acting in exactly the same way. Through his telescope, David sees child neighbor Kathy Wilson walking in the sandpit, when suddenly she disappears underground. David flees to the police station for help, and he is eventually placed under the protection of health-department physician Dr. Pat Blake, who slowly begins to believe his crazy story.

Young David is the only one who notices the change in behavior and thinking of those he loves and those within his community. He realizes before most that these humans are no human anymore, but something much, much stranger!

When I started to read more and more about the fiasco of Susan G. Koman Foundation and their ill fated lapse into the world of bigoted, bogus, biased right wing territory I began to think where have I seen this plot before. As I watched the protector of women Senator David (I love me a hot a prostitute to save my institute of marriage) Vitter and Rick (if its anyone else wife, mother or sister fuck them if they are raped) Santorum, and Newtie unless I am having an affair with them while I am married who cares) Gingrich sound off about how they would never give back the money to Planned Parenthood, I realized that I did know this plot. These supposedly humans were acting strange, more interested in the welfare of being elected than the welfare of the women.

Like the characters of Invasion From Mars who were taken into the space ship and made into unemotional and uncaring angry morphs of humankind these political bozo’s along with Karen Handel, Senior Vice President for Public Policy of the Koman Foundation and Ari Fleischer, former press secretary for George W. Bush who recruited the wicked witch of the west (Handel) for Koman must not be human. Maybe like the little boy in the movie Invasion From Mars we are witnessing the transformation of real people into puppets, marionettes robots of space invaders who care less about life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness and want to dominate this world in their evil, petty, selfish images.

In most sci-fi/ horror movies the villains are bad to the bone with little redeeming values and only win because they bully the timid and meek non monster. In most movies about space invaders the only intent to come to Earth is to rid the local population and transform them into animals whose mind, heart and values are void of anything with substance.

It took a whack on the side of the head, a trip down to memory lane and a recounting of bad 50’s horror movies for me to finally understand what has happened to this great nation of ours. The candidates running for president, the Republican/Tea Party politicians elected to office, the so called Republican core group of Evangelicals, Christian Conservatives, who have encouraged the Perry’s, Cain’s, Bachmann’s, Santorum’s Gingrich’s, Romney’s to make a mockery of this great nation must all have some kind of devise planted into their necks to keep them from being anything but human. They don’t think clearly, they don’t think about the repercussions of their actions, they move like morons destroying any and all in their way.

In the movie Invasion from Mars the young boy watched as little probes were planted in the necks of his fellow humans making them anything but human. With this current invasion of hypocritical religious crusaders it the removal of both the brain and the heart that helps create the ignorant and self serving bad behavior displayed by the Evangelical, Christian Conservative, Right Wing Tea Party clone.

In the movie Invasion from Mars it was too late for the little boy to stop the madness. We still have nine months until the next election, perhaps we still have time to save this nation. I can’t imagine what will come of us if we let this invasion happen.

I know when I watched Invasion from Mars at the Liberty Theater with my little sister and my Dad, I was secure that he would save us from any creature who wanted to snatch my our identity. When i watch the theater of the absurd which is the wrath of the right wing I only wish my Dad was her to place his arms arounfd me and America to make us all safe.

proof and pudding

My Grandma Buncher was not one to smile a whole lot. She had this frown which made her look like she was from ‘Who-ville’. It looked to me whenever I stared at her, as if her two lips were made from plaster to always form the look of the letter O.

I didn’t know the meanings of the words dubious, skeptical or wary at the time, but I did know, no one outside of her family could ever be taken at their word when it came to Grandma Buncher. She was at the ready to inform us that watch what he says, watch to whom he said it, and watch his eyes when he tells you some cock and bull story. (Growing up I knew that cock and bull must be bad and felt badly for the cock and the bull).

Grandma Buncher believed the proof was in the pudding and would always add, it may seem easy to make pudding, but the best pudding is the most difficult to achieve. And believe you me she would say, I have eaten a very few good pudding.

I was 8 when my Grandmother passed away, but her lectures were so stern, her smile so little and her distrust of words that never followed the correct action stuck with me. I could trust people I thought but perhaps an ounce of hesitation might make the trusting part more worthwhile. And to this day I dislike pudding.

Karen Handel, Senior Vice President of Public Policy for the Susan G. Komen Foundation is a homophobe, a bigot and an ultra right wing politician able to find a soap box from which to try and make pudding. She is clear on her agenda against abortion, women's right to choose the type of health care they wish, and she is vehemently against the Gay. She is proud and loud about her dislikes and her likes are filled with words like “a true Christian”, ‘the Bible tells me so’, and ‘those issues, (women’s rights, abortion, Gays) distract Americans from dealing with the real issues’

In the case of most people who hate or deny, Ms Handel dismisses the attention to her own detail and tries most uncomfortably to change the subject when approached by non haters as to why she hates. She, like most religion based bigots, says with a sly pucker of the lips that is not what God wants. She tries to insist it makes common sense that this country really is a Christian nation. And she refuses to hear her own words played back to her insisting that too much time is spent on silly things like Gays or Abortion rights; even as she makes every effort to say those ‘fire in the theater’ words herself!

Today the world was notified that Susan G. Komen Foundation is NOT going to withhold their grant money to Planned Parenthood. Too much hoopla was made of an innocent mistake by the Komen Foundation and for NOW the grant money will be flowing again. Don’t look at the man behind the curtain, don’t imply bias or bigotry, don’t trust the words we just used BUT now trust what we are going to do this time around. As I read the comments from The Komen Foundation, I heard my Grandma Buncher insisting for me to watch what they are saying, and why!

Really, Susan G. Komen Foundation you have changed your mind for good? Really Susan G. Komen Foundation you still have Karen Handel as Senior Vice President, and we are too believe the fire she started will be completely defused? Really Susan G. Komen Foundation once this uproar has passed you will continue to stay away from politics and just concentrate on women and breast cancer?

As my Grandma Buncher would say that is just a bunch of cock and bull. It is cock and bull Susan G. Komen Foundation because Ms Handler is still the top dog and she has no intent to step down or step down from her rhetoric against abortion rights. Ms Handler hates an awful lot of the demographics in this nation, she is proud of her hate and you still keep her in office?

My Grandma Buncher was never one to be lulled into changing her mind about people. She could and would recite the times people said one thing only to continue doing the other things that were wrong. My Grandma Buncher said if you trip it is your own fault for not looking straight ahead, but if someone pushes you it is your fault for not looking behind you to see who thinks you are in their way.

For now, if you read the commentary from Susan G. Komen Foundation they sweetly say we apologize. For now they say bygones are bygones so once again give us your money. For now all is well, but what happens when for now turns into tomorrow?

mad music

Some music when sung out of context makes a weird melody.

Everybody plays the fool sometime
There's no exception to the rule
Listen, baby, it may be factual, may be cruel
I ain't lyin', everybody plays the fool,(”Everybody Plays the Fool”,Rudy Clark,Kenny Williams, Jim Bailey)

Pro life, but whose life exactly are those who wish to define the rights and freedoms for women, about women’s reproductive control, and ownership of their health and welfare are they concerned with? No contraceptives, no abortions, no premarital sex, you are too stupid to live your life without our interference and insistence to follow God’s will, which he has willed us to legislate.

Somehow the Pro Life contingency has once again shouted loud, threatened harder, and is out to prove some kind of point, pointless of making much sense or actually pointing out the problem.

I know that the majority of work done by Planned Parenthood, I am a supporter, is done to help ALL women understand the importance of a healthy body, maintaining that health, and moving forward in health so they can be pro the life of their loved ones. Planned Parenthood is an advocate for ALL women and the only source of free and important health care for many poor women. It is the link to those who feel ostracized, obstructed from health care, and alone.

And yet a Foundation, Susan G. Komen, whose intent was and is to empower women, to permit them access to education and care regarding their bodies, has suddenly acquiesced to the small minded, evil intended, ignorant Pro Life lobbyists who somehow don’t care about the living but worry more about those yet not born. All that empowerment philosophy bandied about by Komen and when it comes to a backbone, to stand strong to stand firm on empowering women, Susan G. Komen Foundation caves and plays politics instead of saving lives.

Bull shit smells like bull shit no matter how you try and escape the odor. You are either for women, for women’s healthcare, for women owning their dignity or you are a phony and a pitiful fool. Pro Life somehow means the life that may be born, not the life we are currently living. And to add to the madness Senator David Vitter would like a little credit for Komen dropping Planned Parenthood. Senator Vitter is the same MAN who made a fool of his wife, a woman, his two daughters, women by using the services of a prostitute. He is all bragging and boasting because once more women lose control and he is happy for that.

Money money money money, MONEY

Money money money money, MONEY

Money money money money, MONEY

Money money money money, MONEY

Money money money money, MONEY

Money money money money, MONEY

Some people got to have it

Hey, Hey, Hey - some people really need it

Hey, listen to me, y'all do thangs, do thangs, do thangs - bad thangs with it

Well, you wanna do thangs, do thangs, do thangs - good thangs with it - yeah (“For the Love of Money”, O’Jays)

Millionaire Mitt Romney who until he decided to run for president in 2012, decided that maybe a Swiss bank account, you know the secret ones that one never know exists , the accounts with the sums of money kept secret so no one has to pay taxes the kind almost as good as the ones he has on the Cayman Islands has stated that “...it is not good being poor...”, ...but because those poor people have safety nets he need not worry about them...” as he runs for president. He is concerned about the middle class because they at least are not poor. And from his four or fives houses he just doesn’t get that poor thing anyway.

This man has already told the LGBT community he will not represent them as president, he has told women who seek reproductive rights for their own bodies, he can’t be their president and now if you are poor he thinks you like lying around in your safety net so he has little to no time to be your president either.

This will be a new America if this millionaire gets elected, he will govern for the men and women who have contributed millions to his Super Pacs. You know the same millionaires who have no money to pay taxes but seem to have a whole of cash to buy the White House.

Standing the shadows too long

Waitin on the sidelines too long

Boy I’ve been watchin you

now you’re gonna watch me too

I’m Coming Out of Hiding (“Coming Out of Hiding”, Pamela Stanley)

A group of small minded bigots and homophobes, using their children as bait want JC Penney to fire Ellen Degeneres as a spokesperson. Why do these million moms carry such loathing for Ellen, simple and they state it clearly...she is a Lesbian. Now the leadership of this white hooded clan feel self righteous enough to yell and scream that being a Lesbian is cause enough to fire Ellen, but add a role model like Ellen brings the wrong kind of message for who else...THE CHILDREN, remember its always for THE CHILDREN so shopping at JC Penney would be like shopping at denizen of evil like a Lesbian Bar.

Once again, the Gays or the Lesbians in this case have some kind of power of persuasion, might to make you turn, and the will to destroy the lives of THE CHILDREN. No need that growing up in a house of bias and bigotry is bad, and never learning about inclusion awful, but the Lesbians are out to rot the family and it starts by shopping at JC Penney. For the million of hate filled moms somehow the outside forces are the Darth Vader ready to bring the Death Star to your home, playground nursery, or womb.

JC Penney will hopefully NOT become a Susan G. Koman providing some kind of family First, For The Kids, we never really wanted Ellen in the first place response as they permit the ignorant, vile uneducated forces win. Why is it always the power of the minority that scares the shit out of the majority, so one must keep them powerless I really wish the minority had that kind of magical ability to change the world.