I took to the back streets this morning, instead of running up to the park, and tallied 3-to-1 McCain signs, and gave up counting all the ones for Prop 8. (I don’t even know what a No-on-8 looks like.) Sorry, 老婆, but I’d rather not have a single-tract suburban home if it’s surrounded by assholes like these. So fucking what if kids are told that men can marry men and women women, it’s not like the subject of interracial marriage ever came up while I was in school in the decade following Loving. I will admit to freaking out, though in a good way, when I first saw that Japanese King Kong movie where the non-Nick Adams guy from Monster Zero ends up holding the luscious blonde. Amazon Wish List, there you go!
But honestly, folks, if I’m not going to let my age be any measure of the seriousness with which I should be taking things, then I ought at least to learn by example from the self-made millionaire who resoles his shoes, rather than all those fools out there who are gonna bee-line to the nearest AT&T store for a $299 Bold instead of voting.
[Update: Relieved from my neighborlessness somewhat by logging into MSN and seeing that one of our clients had changed his screenname to “NO on 8” and reading Larry David.]
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