Jesus doesn’t get a vote; sorry.

“….Our nation’s laws should never be based solely on private religious beliefs. All religious bodies have a right to speak out on public issues, but elected officials must uphold the principles of the Constitution, not religious doctrine. Legislators represent people of many different faiths (and some who follow no spiritual path at all). Decisions about legislation should reflect the public interest, not personal beliefs about religion.”

Indeed, if there’s no valid LEGAL reason to keep marriage ILLEGAL for same-sex couples, it should  be legalized.  And I haven’t heard any “reason” that’s only legal/social that I don’t think is complete bullshit.  I’ve heard some “feelings”-based reasons, and that’s bullshit, too.  I FEEL like people who try to legislate religion should get kicked out of the country.  Where’s MY law?!

A Maryland legislator I saw on TV last week (forget her name, but she’s old and bottle-blonde and doesn’t look like a smart one, or sound like one) said that the teachings of Jesus don’t change — “the times” do.  Guess what, bitch?  Jesus doesn’t get a vote.

And, if he did, which Jesus gets a vote?  The Catholic one (gay people aren’t bad; they just can’t fuck)?  The Unitarian one (marriage for all!)?  The Evangelist one (gays are Satans and deserve to die)?

P.S. If we’re going to bring this to referendum, what the fuck do we have a legislature for?  If we’re going to do that, fire all those sumbitches, and have a public vote on everything.

P.S.S. Shit, nix the death penalty, and it will almost be like we live in a civilized state or something. Yankees almost!

Old October walk.


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Last time the weather changed, I was embracing darker images. That was a very very hot day in October, at Robert E. Lee Park, just north of Baltimore City. I was excited about bunking down for the eventual fall and the winter. I was livid that it was so hot, especially since we were to take a daytrip to Washington a day or two later.

Now, I’m happy when the forecast is warm. I am thirsting for some color, some sun, sandaled feet. I am bummed at this weekend’s forecast, which means movies and reading and cooking. But no fun outside awesomeness, especially since I woke up with a tickle in my throat today.

Poor me.

It’s been cloudy and crappy so many days this spring that I would enjoy a nice, sunny, hot day today.

Remind me, in two months, that I said all this.

Photo Friday: Fragile.

Harvest for the Hungry drive spring 2008.

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I volunteered during the past two Saturdays to help with a food drive.  This is one of those times of year (post holiday season) that the Maryland Food Bank is low on foodage.  In conjunction with Harvest the Hungry, a lot of groups and people are picking up food still this week.  If you live in the area, postal deliverers will pick up food from your house this week if you have it in bags near your box with some kind of note, if not the “official” bags Safeway is giving out.  It’s easy for you.  You should do it.  Totally.  We collected an unofficial thousand pounds of food last Saturday.  My uncle founded Harvest for the Hungry, and my parents have always been generous with the needy, so I guess it runs in my blood.  I did do most of my part side-by-side with my father both weekends.

Next year, I want to use bike trailers instead of pickup trucks.  Like these.

[While I'm nicely bearded currently, that is not me.  That is my friend Zack.  Nor is that my father in the other photo.  Just saying.]