What I hate about politics is that there is an old conservative and religious generation making the voices of younger conservatives seem much harsher then perhaps they deserve to be seen as.
The decision between the two candidates presents a tough moral choice: is ‘better’ tax policy of the utmost import? Is it so important that it should be supported even it means denying fundamental civil liberties to voter’s friends and neighbors?
If America was a ten story apartment it’s the equivalent of asking if everyone would be okay with one floor out of the whole ten stories being banned from expressing themselves, marrying who they choose, having custody over their children, and visiting their loved ones in hospital, (among other issues) in return for a decrease in rent for only those that earn the most, and who have the easiest time paying rent, a total amount of renters taking up less than one half of one floor.
More and more convinced that Mitt Romney is the center of some alien moral experiment, like from The Day The Earth Stood Still. There’s an alien race watching us, judging us, seeing if the most powerful country on the planet will elect someone who has admitted he doesn’t care about half the population, supports a party platform which oppresses women’s rights (another half of the population) and gays (I’m not pretending to be unbiased here), and has actively tried to become richer and wealthier at the expense of others while claiming he has not and cannot see why his privileged background and trust funds makes him any different, and this is the best part that the Blorgons engineered him with, makes his “hard work” somehow better than the dedication of people born with no advantages, needing to scrape by with government help.
I can’t wait for Election Day when we get Obama back hopefully and ships descend from the sky, the Blorgons hailing us on all frequencies, the day we past the Test.
Of course we probably wouldn’t trust them then anyway, but we all know Will Smith and Michael Goldblum are sitting on standby in case of emergency.
What the fuck?
“ROMNEY: I don’t really care what you tell your adopted daughter. Why don’t you just tell her the same thing you’ve been telling her the last eight years.”
I don’t even have fucking words.
I was expecting this to link to an Onion article AND IT FUCKING DIDN’T.
GOODRIDGE: Governor Romney, tell me — what would you suggest I say to my 8 year-old daughter about why her mommy and her ma can’t get married because you, the governor of her state, are going to block our marriage?
ROMNEY: I don’t really care what you tell your adopted daughter. Why don’t you just tell her the same thing you’ve been telling her the last eight years.
Romney described the meeting to the press as “pleasant,” as Goodridge cried.
Sometimes a little man can cast a large shadow.
-edit: this used to say, “Sometimes a little man can cast a larde shadow.” and NO ONE called me out on it. Fuck you guys. Seriously, it’s like I’m insinuating Peter Dinklage is some rotund midget beach ball who’ll start smelling like bacon if he stands in the sun too long.