An Open Letter: Ronald Reagan, The Big Tent, and Why the Gender I Sleep With Shouldn’t Determine My Suitability As a Republican Leader

A Message To The Republicans Who Care More About Someone’s Sexual Preference Than They Do Their Political Beliefs

The short version of this message is: were you born that stupid or did you just get hit on the head repeatedly as a child?

I don’t usually have a problem with these types, generally they come out in the comments sections of articles and have slightly better grammar (but comparable intelligence levels…okay, maybe that’s not fair) to the youtuber commentators who shout FAG!!!!111!1! at videos they don’t like.  Sometimes there’s the occasional  “conservative” blogger, talking head, or candidate, but they tend to get smacked down pretty quickly.

Other times, however, their stupid ideas need to be discussed out in the open. I’m talking about people who say things like:

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Homosexual is a Slur…and I’m the Queen of England

 

The master of goalpost shifting. (via TV Tropes)

The master of goalpost shifting. (via TV Tropes)

It’s not as if I go around referring to myself as a “homosexual” all the time, but it’s not a slur. It’s basically a scientific classification. I don’t call myself a homo sapiens either, not because it’s pejorative, but because it’s so gosh darn technical and boring.

Homosexual is literally the combination of the Greek word for same (Homos) and sexual. Same sex…as in “Same Sex Marriage” or “attracted to the same sex”. It’s  a literal explanation of the sexual orientation of gays and lesbians. They are sexually attracted to the same gender.

Heterosexual is a combination of the Greek for different or other (Heteros) and sexual. Different/Other sex, once again a literal explanation of a straight person’s sexual orientation, they are sexually attracted to the other gender.

Bisexual also comes from a combination of the Latin root for two (Bi) combined with sexual. Two sex, a (nearly) literally explanation of a bisexual’s orientation, they are sexually attracted to two genders.

It’s not a slur, as Media Matters has now somehow come to believe.

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Interior Secretary Sally Jewell, Actual Disney Princess

At least that better be her excuse, otherwise this complete disregard for human safety, out of deference to fuzzy woodland creatures, is really backwards.

For more than three decades the predominantly Aleut fishing community of King Cove has been fighting to build a one-lane, [11mile], gravel track connecting the Cove to the nearby hamlet of Cold Bay. What they have gotten is 30 years of flat-out federal refusals or stall tactics.

Cove residents say a road is necessary so they can reach an all-weather airport in Cold Bay that will transport them to Anchorage, about 625 miles away, for medical treatment. They say that in emergency situations, it’s a matter of life and death.

Late last year, though, the Department of Interior announced it was rejecting plans for a proposed land swap that would allow the road to be built. The Dec. 23 decision cited the negative environmental impact on grizzly bears, caribou and water fowl like the Pacific black brant.

During an August visit to Alaska,[Sally] Jewell [Interior Secretary] was told that building a road that connects King Cove and Cold Bay was vital. But in December, Jewell rejected the road saying it would jeopardize waterfowl in the refuge.

“She stood up in the gymnasium and told those kids, ‘I’ve listened to your stories, now I have to listen to the animals,” Democratic state Rep. Bob Herron told a local television station. “You could have heard a pin drop in that gymnasium.”

- Fox News

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Tea Party, Please Look Up Compromise in the Dictionary

Me: *voices dissenting or unpopular view of a Tea Party view*
TP member: That’s stupid.
Me: Okay….why is that?
TP member: What are you a liberal plant or something?

That is a summary of a conversation I had last night, just in case anyone wonders why I’m starting to get tetchy about the Tea Party these days. If these next two elections cycles end in snatching defeat from the jaws of victory thanks to “ideologicaly purity” zealots (libertarian or Tea Party, tbh) I may actually give up politics, switch back to writing fantasy novels and awkwardly wooing pretty girls. We need a few wins under our belt before we have leeway for irrational debates on who is more ideologically pure. Grow the fuck up and realize that the long game, the game where we actually win and make a difference (because I don’t care who you are, you can’t tell me that an executive and legislative branch of liberals is more realityappealing to you than one full of moderate Republicans), takes some form of adult compromise. If you can’t produce a real argument when you disagree with someone, then shut the fuck up. I don’t have time for your crap, neither does the current election cycle.

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It’s Always Okay For Someone to Not Like You – A Rant

I find myself at odds, once again, with another gay Republican. I wrote an article a few months ago on why I don’t make politics personal and what triggered it was an article written by Jimmy LaSalvia, recently of GOProud.

Now I find myself writing a response to something he’s said once again…and steadily getting annoyed at myself that I feel the need to continue doing so.

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Conservatives Are Getting Addicted to Being Offended

When I was reading Greg Gutfeld’s book, The Joy of Hate, this year I thought he was being a little melodramatic when he complained that Republicans/Conservatives were starting to get offended as easily as liberals. (I can’t remember where he said that and I’m sure it’s not an exact quote…my copy of the book is at home and I’m not.)

But unfortunately I’m beginning to see his point.

We spend an inordinate amount of time on petty issues when it comes to our news cycle.

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An Open Letter to John McCain: Oh My God, Get Out of My State!

Dear McCain,

A little bird told me that you might not be backing down from running for your Senate seat in 2016. I’m here to ask you to please excuse yourself from the political conversation in our state.

No one likes you.

You are old, you are senile, and you sell out conservatism every chance you get.

Come out of the closet already and admit you are a Democrat, you’ll feel much better, I swear.

Or don’t, I don’t really care what you do, as long as you stop trying to pretend you represent conservative ideals.

I personally don’t think anyone could have beat Obama in 2008, but it must have been some collective delusion or some extreme blonde moment that led Republicans to choosing you as the candidate.

I hate to tell you this, but you’ve been “one of these old guys that should’ve shoved off” for a goddamn long time.

In April of this year your approval ratings in the great state of Arizona were abysmal. 67% of those polled we need someone new in office.  Only 21% thought you deserved another term and your job approval rating was at the lowest it’s been in 21 years. 

Stick a fork in yourself, because you are done.

Liberals are the ones defending you now and you’d rather concentrate on your poker app than on important issues of foreign policy. We didn’t send you to Washington to play games and crack jokes about after you get caught. This isn’t just your job, it’s the future of the United States. It’s shameful that you would be so irresponsible.

You think that supporting the constitution passionately makes someone a “whacko bird” and you’d rather be at dinner with Obama than representing the interests of your constituents. You’re from Arizona, a red state populated by people that don’t appreciate your attempts to sell freedom down the river in order to win brownie points with the administration.

Oh and your daughter isn’t doing your reputation any favors.

In short, please “shove off”, because I promise that I and many other fellow Arizonans will make your next campaign a huge embarrassment for you. We don’t need or want a power hungry, opportunistic, fake Republican representing our state.

Sincerely NOT yours,

Most of the State of Arizona

Twitter Made Me Do It: “And maybe if the Internet didn’t exist?…I’d probably get elected mayor.”

If your excuse it "the computer made me do it", your computer interface better look like this.

If your excuse is “the computer made me do it”, your computer interface better look like this.

There’s nothing that annoys me more than someone placing the blame for their stupidity on an inanimate object. Especially an inanimate object like “the internet”. I’m not exactly sure why I’m surprised that Anthony Weiner found a new way to annoy me.

Saying that you probably wouldn’t have sent pictures of your junk to women if the internet didn’t exist (or worse: wouldn’t have got caught if the internet didn’t exist) is like saying “I wouldn’t have cheated on my wife if she put more effort into looking attractive”

You’re trying to excuse your actions, but it just ends up revealing even more flaws in your own character.

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A Rant: I Love Politics, But I’m Beginning to Hate the Politics of Loving Politics

politicsYou know what I mean.

Especially you know what I mean if you are part of any “inner circle” of an organization, blogger’s row, or media credentialed folks.

I went into doing this because I love what I’m doing and I want to make a difference. I don’t try to pretend that I’m more experienced than I am and I just wanted to remained principled and hope that my talent would get me noticed, but once you reach a certain level of being “in the know” with all of this…you get disillusioned about whether or not that’s why anyone else is involved.

It’s a country club mentality, where everyone is smiling and laughing and loving each other, but in the background it’s all nasty words whispered behind people’s backs and a complete inability to know where you actually stand with people.

Do they like me? Do I annoy them? Do they think I’m a hack?

It’s impossible to tell where we stand when everyone is talking out of both sides of their mouth.

I’m too principled to smile at someone through my teeth and bash them as soon as they are out of sight. If I don’t like you, you’ll probably know about it. If I can tell you don’t like me, I’ll just avoid you. I don’t like the politics of social interaction and I’ve come to realize that the social politics of political commentary are sometimes just as bad as the politics I rail against on my websites.

I’ve often thought that one of the problem’s the GOP has is that they refuse to take chances. They like the old familiar faces and their routine song and dance, because it’s always given them results, even if the results are mediocre at best in many cases. Any attempt at changing the tempo or the dancers is regarded with fear and disdain, because the chance that it might gain them spectacular results has been covered up by the fear that it will destroy their chance at getting at least those mediocre results.

The fear of the crash and burn has made a good portion of them go stale. Succeed on your own and they might let you into their fold, but they aren’t interested in taking a risk on anyone with a new sound.

It’s possible that the voices calling for change can get stale too, preaching to the choir and going through the same 1-2-3 step waltz. We love the rabble rousers and the people who want to change the face of the GOP, but maybe we’re just as stuck in our own song and dance as everyone else.

Maybe our connection to the politics has tarnished our own social politics or maybe it’s just a fact of humor nature that we just can’t change.

Either way, I’m exhausted.

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Current Mood: Little Talks by Of Monsters and Men

And some days I can’t even trust myself
It’s killing me to see you this way

‘Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey!
Don’t listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!


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Trust me, if this was targeted toward a specific person or organization, I’d let them know about it. This is just a general rant about a general feeling of frustration that’s been building in me for sometime.

Minimum Wage: The “Friends” Syndrome

So no one told you life was gonna be this way
Your job’s a joke, you’re broke, your love life’s D.O.A.

Yeah, it’s really not that easy.

No really, I blame Friends for this epidemic of people thinking that they should be able to afford anything and everything on their minimum wage and when they can’t, they demand a raise…even if they aren’t doing anything at all to deserve it.

“It’s not FAIR!”

“I need a WORKING WAGE!”

“I can’t do all the things I WANT!”

“I don’t like my job!”

Did you know that pretty much no one likes their job when they are at the bottom of the payscale? I bet you would like it even less if you lost your job or had your hours cut to the bone because your employer couldn’t afford to increase all of his employee’s hourly wages.

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