Capricorn 15's. Born 2244. Enter the Carousel. This is the time of renewal.
The sky turns dark, and the moon glows black as sackcloth. The rivers run with the blood of the innocents and the unborn. The oceans boil as a voice rips the sky like a sheet, growling words that will lay my soul to ruin. Somewhere, obviously, two dudes just married each other.
Boy…sure is a good thing we put a stop to THAT! We, here in Virginia, MAY just have avoided the apocalypse. Pat yourselves on the back, Virginia. Apocalypse averted.
Aside from all the HUGE sarcastic humour flying around here about this, I should mention that I find myself SOREly tempted to write a huge, hilarious rant about all those funny little issues where people from one party or both (we’re all guilty) think we can legislate against a thing and stick our heads in the sand and pretend we’re fighting against it and it will go away. Even more amusing when we declare war upon an intangible construct of the human condition. The War on Drugs. The War on Poverty. The War on Illiteracy. The War on Terror. I’m sorely tempted to write a rant about how many wars we’ve lost, and how the casualties on both sides keep piling up in the gutters all around us. But I’m not going to.
Because, today, I’m ranting about The Runners.
I live in Virginia. I try not to hold this against myself, so I’ll ask all of you not to hold this against me either…except Jim, who I fully EXPECT to hold this against me until I move out to Vegas and hold his poor little scared hand in the big bad city of lights and sin. And as a sometimes-proud member of the Commonwealth, I recognize that my political views, even when they range towards moderation, are still considered fairly radical. I know my state, and I know how my state is about change. I also know how my state looks down its nose at the gay community…which is, quite possibly, most hilarious because of the WEALTH of gay community Richmond City is known to support. But I digress…
I know my state, and I know my state has been in a slow change over the last decade. When I first became an arm-scratching political junky, this was the reddest state on the damn map. City councils, mayoral seats, governorship, state legislature, house of reps (The HORs…or Whores, as I will come to call them), senate and presidential leanings. The whole thing was pretty much red, with the occasional blue pocket. Last few elections we’ve shifted towards a more moderate stance. Change is happening, albeit slowly. So, yesterday morning, I’m in my car and I hear about all these Whore Seats that have switched over from Pube to Rat. And our own local senate race is still too close to call, but swinging in favour of the Rat candidate over the Pube. Then they finally get to the kicker…the one I’ve been waiting all morning to hear. Both minutes of it. Gay Marriage Amendment has passed.
In a show that truth is stranger than fiction, I shouted, “Oh my GOD that’s gay,” at my radio. It was a few seconds later that I realized the absurdity of what I’d just said.
But what I’m here to talk about is something I want to talk about after every election. I see this a lot. I mean a WHOLE lot. More every time…but never moreso than two years ago. There are always big ticket items like this amendment or that senate seat or trivial shit like who gets to be president for the next four years, and no matter what the outcome, somebody’s feathers are going to get ruffled.
And, usually you start hearing it about a week before the election…but it’s only a whisper, then…by election night it has become a murmur…a pretty constant one. The roar…the castrophony (thank you, Dennis Hopper)…that usually begins on the day after the elections. As early as the night of, depending on how decisive the early returns are. The roar is of people saying that if X or Y or Z either does or does not come to pass, they’re moving. Generally running to Canada, sometimes just running to a state where they allow/disallow X, Y or Z…whatever is preferred.
Very few people actually DO so, but my point here is that I hate even hearing the sentiment. It’s this sentiment of bailing out when things become dodgy…and it’s going in the wrong fucking direction. Okay, sure, we had a 45/55 spread on the Gay Marriage Amendment in this state, but it’s not as bad as it is in some places. And what we’ve shown again and again through these most recent elections is that Virginia has the potential to become a swing state. We have the potential NOT to be some state where every election is determined in advance. We have the opportunity to shock a nation.
The people who talk of running are talking about running in the wrong fucking direction. If you want to make a change, don’t go to where the change has already been made. Move people FROM where the change has already been made out to the places where it needs to happen.
Virginia says, “Bring more homos.”
Bring ‘em in droves. Bring ‘em by the busload. Build new houses to fit them all in. Bring in a whole oil tanker just FULL of fags who don’t know how to keep their mouth shut and suffer in silence, because THAT is how you’re going to elicit a change in this state. If the vote went the wrong way THIS year, it can get overturned NEXT year or the year after. Shit, it might take ten or twenty, and even then you can’t expect to have remoulded a state from the south into New San Francisco, but you can still score a victory for change. You can knock an amendment off the state’s constitution and be utterly happy with having done so. There’s even a precedent for doing so, assuming we still remember the 18th and 21st amendments to the United States Constitution and what a farce THAT turned out to be.
If you want to run, just make sure you’re running in the right direction. If you want to make a change, STAY where you are and fight for that change. Don’t let adversity scare you off. Don’t become scared and weak and filled with cowardice. Don’t let the laziness and pushbutton mentality of Generation Y fill you with impatience. There are still things in this world worth fighting for, all we need is the soldiers to fill the trenches that My generation has spent a lifetime digging for you.
So if you run, you are killing my Commonwealth. Driving us back into the dark ages. If you TALK about running and don’t, there’s every possibility that you’ve put the idea into someone’s head who actually WILL. It’s like you’re advertising and advocating. You’re enabling. And you are killing my Commonwealth. You are killing the very issues you feel most passionately about. It might FEEL funny to say…but it’s a joke in TRULY poor taste…and those words come, followed by TRUE conviction, from the same man who opened this post with the words, “the sky turns dark…”
Quit bailing out, candyass, your Commonwealth needs you.
This does not, however, apply to you if you are unable to vote on account of being a filthy youngster, a scary German, a defector from Canadia or a trollop from England.
If you have expressed this sentiment, this IS about you…I’m not going to pull that punch. But it’s not JUST about you…because there were five of you who I consider friends during this election. And eight during the last presidential election. So, although I might be singling you out…at least you’re not alone.
Boy…sure is a good thing we put a stop to THAT! We, here in Virginia, MAY just have avoided the apocalypse. Pat yourselves on the back, Virginia. Apocalypse averted.
Aside from all the HUGE sarcastic humour flying around here about this, I should mention that I find myself SOREly tempted to write a huge, hilarious rant about all those funny little issues where people from one party or both (we’re all guilty) think we can legislate against a thing and stick our heads in the sand and pretend we’re fighting against it and it will go away. Even more amusing when we declare war upon an intangible construct of the human condition. The War on Drugs. The War on Poverty. The War on Illiteracy. The War on Terror. I’m sorely tempted to write a rant about how many wars we’ve lost, and how the casualties on both sides keep piling up in the gutters all around us. But I’m not going to.
Because, today, I’m ranting about The Runners.
I live in Virginia. I try not to hold this against myself, so I’ll ask all of you not to hold this against me either…except Jim, who I fully EXPECT to hold this against me until I move out to Vegas and hold his poor little scared hand in the big bad city of lights and sin. And as a sometimes-proud member of the Commonwealth, I recognize that my political views, even when they range towards moderation, are still considered fairly radical. I know my state, and I know how my state is about change. I also know how my state looks down its nose at the gay community…which is, quite possibly, most hilarious because of the WEALTH of gay community Richmond City is known to support. But I digress…
I know my state, and I know my state has been in a slow change over the last decade. When I first became an arm-scratching political junky, this was the reddest state on the damn map. City councils, mayoral seats, governorship, state legislature, house of reps (The HORs…or Whores, as I will come to call them), senate and presidential leanings. The whole thing was pretty much red, with the occasional blue pocket. Last few elections we’ve shifted towards a more moderate stance. Change is happening, albeit slowly. So, yesterday morning, I’m in my car and I hear about all these Whore Seats that have switched over from Pube to Rat. And our own local senate race is still too close to call, but swinging in favour of the Rat candidate over the Pube. Then they finally get to the kicker…the one I’ve been waiting all morning to hear. Both minutes of it. Gay Marriage Amendment has passed.
In a show that truth is stranger than fiction, I shouted, “Oh my GOD that’s gay,” at my radio. It was a few seconds later that I realized the absurdity of what I’d just said.
But what I’m here to talk about is something I want to talk about after every election. I see this a lot. I mean a WHOLE lot. More every time…but never moreso than two years ago. There are always big ticket items like this amendment or that senate seat or trivial shit like who gets to be president for the next four years, and no matter what the outcome, somebody’s feathers are going to get ruffled.
And, usually you start hearing it about a week before the election…but it’s only a whisper, then…by election night it has become a murmur…a pretty constant one. The roar…the castrophony (thank you, Dennis Hopper)…that usually begins on the day after the elections. As early as the night of, depending on how decisive the early returns are. The roar is of people saying that if X or Y or Z either does or does not come to pass, they’re moving. Generally running to Canada, sometimes just running to a state where they allow/disallow X, Y or Z…whatever is preferred.
Very few people actually DO so, but my point here is that I hate even hearing the sentiment. It’s this sentiment of bailing out when things become dodgy…and it’s going in the wrong fucking direction. Okay, sure, we had a 45/55 spread on the Gay Marriage Amendment in this state, but it’s not as bad as it is in some places. And what we’ve shown again and again through these most recent elections is that Virginia has the potential to become a swing state. We have the potential NOT to be some state where every election is determined in advance. We have the opportunity to shock a nation.
The people who talk of running are talking about running in the wrong fucking direction. If you want to make a change, don’t go to where the change has already been made. Move people FROM where the change has already been made out to the places where it needs to happen.
Virginia says, “Bring more homos.”
Bring ‘em in droves. Bring ‘em by the busload. Build new houses to fit them all in. Bring in a whole oil tanker just FULL of fags who don’t know how to keep their mouth shut and suffer in silence, because THAT is how you’re going to elicit a change in this state. If the vote went the wrong way THIS year, it can get overturned NEXT year or the year after. Shit, it might take ten or twenty, and even then you can’t expect to have remoulded a state from the south into New San Francisco, but you can still score a victory for change. You can knock an amendment off the state’s constitution and be utterly happy with having done so. There’s even a precedent for doing so, assuming we still remember the 18th and 21st amendments to the United States Constitution and what a farce THAT turned out to be.
If you want to run, just make sure you’re running in the right direction. If you want to make a change, STAY where you are and fight for that change. Don’t let adversity scare you off. Don’t become scared and weak and filled with cowardice. Don’t let the laziness and pushbutton mentality of Generation Y fill you with impatience. There are still things in this world worth fighting for, all we need is the soldiers to fill the trenches that My generation has spent a lifetime digging for you.
So if you run, you are killing my Commonwealth. Driving us back into the dark ages. If you TALK about running and don’t, there’s every possibility that you’ve put the idea into someone’s head who actually WILL. It’s like you’re advertising and advocating. You’re enabling. And you are killing my Commonwealth. You are killing the very issues you feel most passionately about. It might FEEL funny to say…but it’s a joke in TRULY poor taste…and those words come, followed by TRUE conviction, from the same man who opened this post with the words, “the sky turns dark…”
Quit bailing out, candyass, your Commonwealth needs you.
This does not, however, apply to you if you are unable to vote on account of being a filthy youngster, a scary German, a defector from Canadia or a trollop from England.
If you have expressed this sentiment, this IS about you…I’m not going to pull that punch. But it’s not JUST about you…because there were five of you who I consider friends during this election. And eight during the last presidential election. So, although I might be singling you out…at least you’re not alone.