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11/18/04: Okies I came across this thread on metafilter yesterday and it just blew my mind. Here is the article in question. Two things shocked me: 1) The reaction of people in the thread, how they all (rightly) saw the story as a step forward in tolerance among the people of Sand Springs, Oklahoma. I admit, I nearly shed a tear that the town rallied around this kid, but I was also amazed by just how hateful and small-minded even the good guys in this story are. "Leave our homos alone." Shouldn't our reaction to this story be one of shock about the state of our country? Instead, we are moved to tears by the willingness of a community to not completely hate someone for being gay. 2) How different life is in Oklahoma compared to New York City. I know this shouldn't be a revelation, and I am not condemning the entire population of Oklahoma, but who are these motherfucking zealots who are protesting outside the church and how dare they extend their hateful bullshit so far into other people's lives? It made me so angry. Even if you are the most evangelical Christian around, who genuinely thinks that gay people are going to hell, where do you get off with all the vicious signs and slogans? What bearing on your life do gay people have? I'm so naive. I sort of believed that the average
person in the heart of this country was fundamentally decent and respectful
towards his fellow human beings. Now I realize that we live in an angry,
unforgiving place where the default setting is suspicion and disapproval of
people that are different than you. And I know that free speech is a
fundamental principle of our country, that these bastards have
Isaac: Has anybody read that Nazis are gonna march in
New Jersey? Y'know, I read this in the newspaper. We should go down there, get
some guys together, y'know, get some bricks and baseball bats and really explain
things to them. Well said. We're always whining in newspapers and lameass websites about these hateful groups. Meanwhile, they're out there, organizing and taking direct physical action. It makes me sad. If these bastards touch one hair on this kid's head, I say we grab the bats and head out to Oklahoma. The most basic element of religion seems to perpetually elude its most dedicated practitioners. IT'S YOUR OPINION. IT ISN'T EVERYBODY'S OPINION. If you like it, use it as your guiding principle in life. If you're an asshole, stand on street corners yelling at people to repent and adopt your God. But don't try to inflict your mystical, ass-backwards morality on me unless I am beating down your door trying to fuck you in the ass. Thank you. *** I got a 1918 penny at the dirty deli the other day. Shouldn't that be worth something? It's not. That sucks. *** I have a bad bad feeling about this Knicks team. They'll probably win somewhere between 36-42 games, maybe make the playoffs, maybe win the division, but they are ugly as hell to watch. They have that bad team way of not getting into their offense until there are about 6 seconds on the 24 second clock. This leads to a series of contested jumpers and running heaves that are launched just to beat the clock. Crawford is disturbing. He's been in the league for five years and he still looks like a scrawny teenager. At least Allan Houston had some shoulders. The name on Crawford's jersey spills across his back onto his arms. He has that Tim Thomas look to him -- a guy who will dazzle you once every month or so, which makes the other 30 days even more frustrating. *** Don't worry, I haven't forgotten the image search game. But I have to tell you, it's driving me nutz. I keep coming up with lamer and lamer entries, and it's taking me until the wee hours to find even those. Madness. Absolute madness. HERE IS YOUR IMAGE FOR TODAY. No guesses 'til noon, blah blah blah. *** * I know, I know, I am a typical east coast liberal, acting like the place I live is better than the place you live. Trumpeting New York City-trumpeting Woody Allen movies and railing on people in Oklahoma. Sorry, but too bad. If you can stand living with folks like the ones in that article, something's wrong with you. If you elect nutjob senators like Tom Coburn by TWELVE PERCENTAGE POINTS, I have no hope for you. Call me whatever you want; you disgust me. |
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right to set up shop and protest (protest what? this gay kid's existence?), but
the article left me steaming mad, to the point where I felt (temporarily)
motivated to become a vengeful crusader against these ignorant fucks. I wanted
to see harm done to them. I think they are beyond reason and I would take
pleasure in seeing them suffer. It reminded me of this exchange from
Manhattan, which I still consider Woody Allen's best film*.