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Can’t be too pleased about that number, but imagine if it were McCain’s.

Pictures of young Mr. Obama always remind me of this Black kid I met in middle school, I think his name was Greg, introduced to me as the younger brother of a completely different guy named Chip (or it could have been the other way around, though this way better fits the conventions of the time), who was White, and ignoramus that I was about how awkward they looked together, had to be set straight he’d been adopted. At least now, either of them can be President.

The victory’s bittersweet, however, as it looks like the Mormons have succeeded in backspacing over California’s definition of marriage. I got into a heated debate over this at work with the Helen Lovejoys there, who really ought to be careful throwing around the fucking stupid slippery-slope argument about marrying dogs. Gays and lesbians are the new minority bitches, and shame on all of us who used to be, too, and forgotten what it’s like. And shame on those who feel they deserve to enjoy any rights they’ve helped take away from others.

[Update: (December 6, 2008) Occurred to me while driving by a Carl’s Jr. of all places that because Greg was lighter, even than our President-Elect, his hair brown & curly and his eyes unnaturally blue—for a mulatto—he might in fact have been Chip’s half-brother instead, in a scandalous family twist that his cover story effectively protected.]

Tagged firsts, marriage, politics