February 25, 2010
I’m a frequent reader/contributor at the online forums of the local paper, the Visalia Times Delta. There’s been an ongoing “discussion” about gay rights, and a recent post about how ‘nobody cares about you being gay’ spurred me to write a rebuttal. The typical ‘if you’d just stay in the closet everybody would be happy’ bullshit was spread around again, so I fired off a salvo in reply. I’ve reposted it here after the fold. You can read the entire thread, if you wish, here.
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February 24, 2010
February 22, 2010
Since the age of 12, I’ve realized I was an atheist. It wasn’t very hard to figure out that what I had been told just didn’t make sense. We attended several different churches over the years, and all of them taught variations on the same story, all proclaiming, of course, that they were the one true way to “Heaven”. Over the years since I’ve been called various names for being an atheist. Some were voiced politely, some not. I long ago learned to ignore most of the comments, and only discuss the subject with people who are interested in a calm, rational, intelligent conversation.
What’s funny is the similarities and differences in reactions from people, when they find out I”m an atheist, I’m gay, or both. I had an experience just today that is kind of amusing, but sad at the same time.
February 20, 2010
During his appearance last week on Comedy Central’s The Daily Show with Jon Stewart, Newt Gingrich, former Speaker of the House, asserted that it was completely acceptable to hold and try Richard Reid, the “Shoe Bomber”, in civilian courts, because “he is an American citizen”. This in response to Stewart’s question why he, at the time, accepted Reid’s prosecution in civilian courts, but is against trying Guantanamo detainees in Federal Courts now. The only problem? Reid is a citizen of Great Britain, not the United States.
It would appear Mr. Gingrich suffers from the same affliction many right-wing pundits do – selective memory, or none at all.
February 17, 2010
February 15, 2010
Old man Sam has a wonderfully eclectic home, there on Freedom Lane. A large lot, with a spectacular view and wide lawns. It started out as a modest Colonial home, but has undergone several renovations through the years. Sam’s family has been growing ever since he moved in, and while there are some ugly stories about the previous tenants and how they were treated, our tale today is not about them, or their sad story. It’s about an incident that occured recently at the sprawling residence.
February 15, 2010
Driving southbound from Fresno on Highway 99, a visitor might get the impression that the region is a mixture of light manufacturing, ag related sales and service companies, and grape vineyards. As our friendly traveler continues down the highway, orchards of walnuts and other fruits and nuts would start making their appearance, with some of the highway fencing sporting blue signs identifying the crop. Every few miles, a small town beckons travelers to stop for a range of services, from old style hamburger stands and 50′s era motels, to modern fast food joints and shiny new convenience stores. In the springtime, the aroma of the surrounding fields and orchards would lead one to suppose the area an agricultural shangri-la, a wonderful place to spend time. A little further down the road, however, and that idyllic dreamworld suddenly turns into an olfactory nightmare…
February 13, 2010
I bit the bullet, dinged the credit card, and bought new living room furniture this week. The 40 year old couch just wasn’t cutting it anymore! (Really. 40. I have pictures of me at 3 or 4 years old sitting on it. Family heirloom thing, you know)