WARNING: No minced words here. İ rake the muck of the 'other', the so-called open-minded side who's preference is to whine and distort reality. If still suckling mom's tit or warped by delusions of polıtıcally correct equality you WİLL be offended by such materıal. Welcome to Reality.

California Supreme Court upholds traditional marriage

In April it was up to the citizens of California to stand firm on their understanding of marriage. That's when Proposition 8, the amendment to the State's constitution that spelled out the obvious---marriage is between one man and one woman---was first challenged.

Now, the California Supreme Court, unlike San Francisco's, has ruled in favor of said common sense: Husband and wife. Homosexuals are livid and, as usual, whiny, whimpering and "blogging" about injustice and homophobia, and blah, blah, blah. They weren't dancing in the street this time!

Injustice? Unfairness? Unfair is the glamorous ambushing of marriage in the name of "love," unfair is publicly waging expensive promises because you're not man enough to make an honest woman out of your former mistress, Angelina Jolie, unfair is slandering Miss California Carrie Prejean because she believes in "opposite-sex marriage" (translation: normal marriages), unfair is perpetrating homosexual fantasies about cartoon characters because, well...well that just makes you a sick individual who has a thing for man-boy relationships.

It's not a hard fact of reality to grasp: marriage is between a man and a woman; so if you're a woman who prefers licking vagina (Ellen DeGeneres) then knock yourself out until your jaw locks but, damn, be happy and shut up about it already!

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Why I stick to letters and emails

Talking online, which is to say, typing, is the most common way to not be yourself nowadays. People have sooooo many "friends" online they don't know what to do with themselves; but they know enough not to meet face-to-face because then the spell is broken.

Dennis Raymond got so incensed when his AOL chat buddy refused to hook-up like normal real people, which is to say, face-to-face versus emoticons (smileys) that he stabbed her dead as she sat in a Bronx park on Tuesday. Oh I remember the weather was nice on Tuesday...perfect for enjoying a day in the park...but I digress. Dennis Raymond---aka Mike to his AOL friends---gives new meaning to reach out and touch someone.

With "friends" like that I'll take a computer virus any day.

And the winner is...who gives a #@*%!

No one I know knows who actually won the beauty pageant which ugly women, feminists, and lesbians---pardon any redundancy---have been lambasting ever since the Feminine Mystique.

Who everyone does recall, however, is Miss California USA---and that's Miss, not Ms---Carrie Prejean, left. Isn't she pleasant? Despite not winning the overall crown Miss California is still in the news because the liberal ambush sprung by homosexual celebrity worshipper Perez Hilton essentially backfired. Instead of crumbling under the "offense" of not supporting same-sex marriage, Miss Prejean stood her ground and stood by her values which in this case meant marriage is off limits to lovers of the same gender. Well!

Many Americans saw through the tacky missive from tacky Perez Hilton---why would they even invite that fruitcake to be a judge??--- to inject homo politics into the pageant. Since the televised stunt, Miss Prejean has smiled and waved her statuesque ass all the way to Washington to bat for traditional marriage. After that, the beauty queen was mocked for having breast implants---hello?---and then came close to losing her state crown when semi-nude photographs of her teenage ages surfaced. The Donald, however, stood up to the liberal bullying by standing by Miss Prejean.

And he should.

The mess that has ensued since then is evident that no matter how nicely or civilly one disagrees with any parts of the homosexual agenda, one is demonized and lampooned for it. Marriage is only between people of opposite sex. I support polygamy but not same-sex "marriage". But that's neither here nor there because I still don't know who won the beauty contest; then again, she's clearly not as exciting as Miss California so who gives a #@*^!

I'm a human being. Goddammit my life has value

It's (un)funny, how we're reliving Atlas Shrugged and 1976. The prophetic monologue comes from the movie Network (1976):

Howard Beale: I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth. Banks are going bust. Shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's no one anywhere that seems to know what to do with us. Now into it. We know the air is unfit to breathe, our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that today we had 15 homicides and 63 violent crimes as if that's the way it's supposed to be.
We know things are bad. Worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy so we don't go out anymore. We sit in a house as slowly the world we're living in is getting smaller and all we say is, "Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster, and TV, and my steel belted radials and I won't say anything."
Well I'm not going to leave you alone.
I want you to get mad. I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot. I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crying in the streets. All I know is first you've got to get mad. You've got to say, "I'm a human being. God Dammit, my life has value."
So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window, open it, and stick your head out, and yell, "I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!" I want you to get up right now. Get up. Go to your windows, open your windows, and stick your head out, and yell, "I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!" Things have got to change my friends. You've got to get mad. You've got to say, "I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!" Then we'll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open your window, stick your head out and yell, "I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!"
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