>Andrew Pierce, editor of the UK’s Daily Mail, on Elton John and David Furnish having a child:
Monthly Archives: December 2010
Well, I had a follow-up visit with the doctor for my Shingles, and it was, all in all, a good report. It’s been roughly two-and-a-half-weeks since they began, and I am getting better every day.
The scabs on my face are dropping like flies, although the original one, right above my right eyebrow, is taking it’s sweet time to depart. I have been off work since the 17th of December due to the fact that Shingles is contagious, but more importantly due to the fact that i look like someone took a baseball bat to my head. I should be able to return to work next week–fingers crosses, and I can’t believe I’m saying that but I am bored out of my mind.
I have one more follow-up in two weeks, though, and hopefully, this madness will be nothing but a dim memory.
That wacky Pat Robertson believes god sent the blizzard to the northeast because god wanted to keep the gays from going out and doing gay things.
Note to Pat: We can stay in and do gay things.
Note # 2 to Pat: What about the straight folks that were hampered by the blizzard? Was god pissed at them because they were gonna do straight stuff?
Seriously, anyone who finds this wingnut even remotely Christ-like needs to have their faith examined.
Mama Grizzly Bore is talking again about her gaffe over the summer when she Tweeted the here-to0-fore non-existent word “refudiate.” On her “reality” show, AKA paid political program, she maintained that it was a typo, that her hand slipped off the ‘p’in repudiate and landed on the ‘f’ key.
Sound logic except for the notion that the ‘p’ nowhere near the ‘f’ key unless you have thumbs the size of a loaf of bread, or you’re just a dumbass.
I think MGB falls into the later, since before the ‘refudiated’ Tweet, she actually used the word ‘refudiate’ on Faux News.
Stupid is as stupid does.
I saw a bit of The Kennedy Center Honors the other night. Paul McCartney was honored, along with Bill T Jones, Merle Haggard, Jerry Herman and, well, Big Fat Headed Oprah.
All the tributes were fun and joyous. The McCartney one was filled with old Beatles tunes, and the Jerry Herman salute was all Broadway all the time, and featured my Boyfriend-In-My-Head, Matt Bomer. The Bill T Jones tribute was a spectacular salute to dance and choreography and triumph of will. Merle Haggard, well, I am not much of a fan, but a little Sheryl Crow with Willie nelson was a welcome treat.
The there was O.
Sitting up in the balcony like a Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon. Bloated and egotistical, and responding to the tribute like it was expected, and deserved, and not an honor.
The sheer ego of that woman is obnoxious. But, she did trot out her beard, Steadman, while her husband Gayle was seated down on the main floor with the common folk.
Lots of ignorant people, and by ignorant people, I mean the New York Post, commenting on Elton John and his partner, David Furnish, becoming parents on Christmas Day. The Post actually titled their story, “Elton & Wife Proud Dads.”
And then Andrew Pierce, some wingnut columnist, decided to take Elton John to task for having the child, via surrogate, because he knows that Elton only wants the child as an accessory, and only wants the child for show. He even went so far as to mock the child’s name: Zachary Jackson Levon Furnish-John.
Hey people? Maybe Elton and David wanted to be parents, and that’s all.
I am still over the moon about the repeal of DADT. I feel like it’s a giant step along the Yellow brick road toward full equality for LGBT Americans, and it gives me such hope for the future. A future when gay men can marry, or not marry, if they choose, a future where an LGBT person cannot be fired, or evicted, or discriminated against simple for being themselves.
Hope is good, until reality sets it. And reality has reared it’s ugly head at Target again.
Y’all remember when Target got nailed for donating money to a PAC [Political Action Committee] that then donated money to a rabidly anti-gay politician, Tom Emmer, who then gave some of his money to a “Christian” rock band who believes the moral thing to do is Kill The Gays?
And, I’m sure you remember when Target apologized, to it’s employees, and not the LGBT community, for it’s donations. And then, in the face of continued boycotts against the corporate giant, Target CEO Gregg Steinhafel vowed to work with the Human Rights Campaign [HRC] to repair their tarnished image. That is, until he changed his mind and stopped working with the HRC.
Now, according to documents filed with the FEC last October, comes the news that Target is still donating money to several anti-gay politicians, even after Gregg Steinhafel apologized, even after Gregg Steinhafel vowed to reform the corporate review process for future political donations. In fact, some of these anti-gay politicians cashing donation checks from Target are some of the same anti-gay politicians the company had already been criticized for supporting.
It was back in August that Steinhafel released a statement, apologizing for how Target’s decision had affected many “in a way I did not anticipate.” In fact, Steinhafel also wrote that “… later this fall, Target will take a leadership role in bringing together a group of companies and partner organizations for a dialogue focused on diversity and inclusion in the workplace, including GLBT issues.”
In the fall.
Well, by October, Target was back to funding anti-gay politicians.
The updated Federal Election Commission [FEC] database coughed up filings that Target has continued to make significant political donations, the majority of which went to anti-gay equality politicians. In fact, shortly after Gregg Steinhafel’s August 5 mea culpa letter, Target’s PAC recorded $41,200 in federal election activity. Of that total, $31,200 went to anti-gay rights politicians or PACs supporting those candidates.
To be fair, I guess, supporters of gay equality did get some money: in September, Target PAC gave $1,000 to Chuck Schumer. Still, it seems a little lopsided though, doesn’t it? Thirty-thousand to anti-gay politicians and just $1,000 to a pro-equality candidate. But, just to even things out, I guess, on the heels of that $1,000 to Schumer, Target PAC donated the same amount to Kelly Ayotte who opposes both gay marriage and same sex adoption.
Target PAC also donated money to Spencer Bachus, who voted to ban same-sex adoption, while in Michigan, David Camp, who supports a Constitutional Amendment banning same-sex marriage and voted against protecting gays from job discrimination based on sexual orientation, also reported money received from Target. All through the fall–and remember, it was Steinhafel who said Target would work through the fall with the LGBT community to repair its image–Target PAC donated thousands of dollars to Michael Crapo and Dave Reichert, both of whom support anti-gay Constitutional amendments, and Rob Portman, a supporter of banning gays from adopting.
In addition, after Gregg Steinhafel’s ‘pledge,’ Target PAC sent money to other PACs, like $8,500 to Every Republican is Crucial PAC, Freedom and Security PAC and the Majority Committee PAC, all three supporters of both Michele Bachmann and Roy Blunt.
Way to work with the LGBT community Gregg!
But what is most sickening is that some of the very candidates Target was initially criticized over for donating to their campaigns back in July, namely John Kline and Erik Paulsen, is the idea that Target continues to fund both of these vehemently anti-gay equality candidates.
Erik Paulsen, a former Target employee and a friend to Focus on the Family’s James Dobson, recently voted against the DADT repeal, and has come out against classifying anti-gay attacks as hate crimes.
John Kline, on the other hand, received the maximum donation possible from Target, some $5,000, back in September. Kline is, of course, anti-gay marriage, but he has also voted against prohibiting job discrimination based on sexual orientation and against treating anti-gay attacks as hate crimes. In fact, Kline goes above and beyond the call of bigot whenever he gets the chance. In 2009, John Kline added his name as a plaintiff to a lawsuit filed against the District of Columbia Board of Elections and Ethics demanding a voter referendum on banning gay marriage, signing alongside such homophobes and haters as John Boehner, Eric Cantor, John Boozman, and Michele Bachmann.
Target sure knows how to pick ’em.
And, sad to say, when asked about these massive donations to anti-gay politicians, versus the thousand bucks to Chuck Shumer, Target has nothing to say. It seems that Target puts its money where its mouth is, and the LGBT ought to do the same by continuing a boycott of Target and all of it’s anti-gay politicians.
We’ve made a step along the road toward full equality, with the repeal of DADT, but we need to continue to fight those who fight us. we need to stand up to those who choose to fund hate with our money. And let’s be clear, if you shop at Target, you are donating money to anti-gay politicians, and I don’t think you want that.
I think we want equality.
I picked a helluva couple of weeks to be sick. I missed so much; so many things I would have had something to talk about.
No more DADT, Finally, the United States takes a giant leap away from Discriminationville and realizes that LGBT Americans deserve the same rights as all Americans. It was also nice to see our elected officials doing the job for which they were elected, and not playing the usual BS games of party lines and politics. The one thing I miss about the repeal of DADT?
I would have loved to have seen John McCain’s head explode as the vote came in. I would have loved to have seen him eat all those studies, and his own words, about wanting the repeal, when it is quite clear that he is a homophobic bigot of epic proportions.
You lost, McCain. Feels like 2008 all over again, doesn’t it?
Mama Grizzly Bear was awarded MediaMatters Misinformation Award for being an illiterate dumbass who says whatever she wants and calls it the truth because she said it.
Death panels! Remember that old chestnut. She said Obamacare would pick and choose who gets to live.
FoxNews! She joined that bastion of all that is fair and balanced, along with fellow wingnuts and presidential wannabes Mike Huckabee, and the serial adulterer New Gingrich.
The oil spill! She said Obama didn’t care about it. Drill, baby, drill!
The stimulus! She said it didn’t work, but, um, what about eh stimulus money she took for Alaska, and all the independent studies that showed the stimulus did, in fact, help. Not so, because The Bore says not so.
The Circus Tent Show with recovering drug addict Glenn Beck! ‘Nuff said.
Refudiate! Just when you thought no one could mangle the English language worse that W, along comes MGB, who uses the kerfuffle to compare herself to William Shakespeare!
So, if you don’t want the truth, but just want the MGB version, look no further than the Misinformer Of The Year!
I also kissed the annual Christmas tour of lights here in Smallville.
Some folks go all out with these gorgeous light displays on their centuries old homes, garland streaming from the verandas, Christmas trees in every room, silver and gold glistening all over town.
Then there are the Smallvillians who take a string of lights out of a box in the garage, throw it into an oak tree, turn it on and call it Christmas.
Camille soon-to-be-ex-Grammer’s dinner party, on The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, with nutjob psychic and sidekick Allison DuBois who chained smoked a fake cigarette and bashed everyone who wasn’t Camille.
And then the following episode where balloon-lipped Taylor was trying on Roaring Twenties costumes for her Roaring Twenties party and literally cringed in horror when her stylist asked if she’d wear costume jewelry.
Spike getting Knifed, literally and figuratively, on Top Chef: All-Stars. Did he not see last season? Did he not know that Angelo doesn’t play fair? And why wasn’t Jamie forced to serve her rock hard chickpeas? I mean, she didn’t even serve a dish and yet she wasn’t Knifed. Between that and her “stitches” a couple of weeks back, Jamie is getting the I Don’t Have To Cook To Win This Thing edit.
The Fashion Show started off strong. I liked the idea of the two houses competing against one another, and the designers seemed to be rather talented–some more than others of course. And then there was Calvin, the Diva Bitch Designer From Hell to add drama, and stern taskmaster Iman to keep me seated at all times.
But in the last couple of weeks the designers have lost all sense of design and it is veering dangerously close to The Fashion No of last season.
Why, oh why, is Calvin, who has won nothing, won’t work with the other designers, and is mostly unintelligible, still on the show?
And what about the nun who was excommunicated because she allowed an abortion to be performed on a woman when it was clear that both mother and unborn child would die without it?
The Catholic wingnuts went crazy over that, and yet I sat and wondered, Where was the excommunication rule when priests were fucking little boys?
Is the Church saying child rape is okay, but abortion is just not?
I picked a helluva couple of weeks to be sick. Oy!
I’m starting to feel like my old self again, you know, sarcastic, dramatic, annoying, so I must be truly on the mend. I have the use of both eyes now, though I have some very unattractive scabs along the bridge of my nose which make it hard for me to wear my glasses. The swelling is gone, but I look like I’ve been hit by a truck, at least from the right eye up.
It’s always something.
Last Friday I made my first trip out of the house in over a week when Carlos and I ran down to WalMart for a couple of things we’d forgotten for the weekend. I bundled up, and pulled a knit cap down over my forehead, though you could still see the scab ring around my eye. I was petrified I’d end up on ‘Peopele Of WalMart’! But we were in and out and I saw no one I knew.
Saturday morning, after some coffee and gift exchanges, I once again bundled up, though this time I left the knit cap at home and tied a red bandanna around my head, covering my wounds, and we went down to the Round-The-Way-Gays, Neal and David’s, for a Christmas breakfast. We had a great meal and a lovely visit, and my fashionable headwrap was quite the hit, if I do say so my self.
Then it was back home, and resting, until it was time to prepare our dinner. We had a simple meal of baked ham, with roasted brussel sprouts, and rosemary roasted potatoes, with Carlois’ special homemade cranberry sauce and his pumpkin cheesecake for dessert. It was such a lovely mellow, do-nothing sort of day.
There had been talk all week of snow in Smallville for Christmas, but, as usual, we’re a day late. We had a White Day After Christmas. We woke up to snow all around and snow falling for most of the day. Ozzo went out, and came right back in; he’s not a fan of icy feet, unless of course the icy feet are running after his ball, so Carlos took him out several times for him to get some, um, things done.
We drove down into Columbia to run a couple of errands, taking the back roads, and it was such a pretty drive, with everything white and Day After Christmas-y. We get about one snowfall a year, and it sends most of the area into a tizzy. What to do? Where to go? What about church? Is it open? And if it isn’t–and most weren’t–would God want us to After Christmas Sale?
Carlos and I hit the grocery store, and then came back home for naps.
And that was Christmas in Smallville. Just peaceful, and healing, and snowing, and relaxing, and lovely,
How about you?
Here’s a little repostage, a regift, if you will, of something I said two years ago. It still holds true….for me:
Christmas means a lot of different hings to a lot of different people.
It’s a religious holiday.
It’s a shopping holiday.
It’s a day for those who shop religiously.
I’m not a big fan of either.
So for me, Christmas is a day to spend with those you hold most dear in your heart. For me, it’s Carlos and my family. Of course, the family is mostly on the Left Coast and I’m over here on the right, so Christmas is me and Carlos, and Ozzo, Tuxedo, MaxGoldberg and Tallulah Belle–all furry kids.
It’s a day of relaxation and togetherness; reflection and laughter; of a good dinner cooked and shared by the two of us. It’s not a day for What did you get? or for thinking How could I have spent so much? It’s a day for How lucky am I?
How lucky indeed.
Christmas is more than a celebration, it’s a connection we all can share regardless of faith, if we look at it as a day of Peace. A day to relax; to forgive, if not forget. To be at Peace.
Every year I get the same question from friends and strangers alike: What are you getting for Christmas? What do you want for Christmas?
And I always say, What I get is a lovely day. What I want, and I ask for it every year, is Peace On Earth.
So here’s to Peace On Earth, and the little parts that each of us play in creating our own peace. To make amends to those we may have slighted in the past year; to those who may have slighted us. To talk with the people we love just because we love them. To be nice.
Just to be nice. There’s a concept.
Maybe if we all took a moment to think about how we’d like to be treated, we would find ourselves treating others the same way. It’s a small step, but an important one. A Please here and a Thank You there. You’re Welcome is good; My pleasure, is better. Hold a door open for someone; let someone with less packages get in line ahead of you. Lay off the horn. Don’t speed. Smile. Be nice.
Be at Peace.
Merry Christmas world.
And so that’s my wish for you and yours. Health. Happiness. Love. Peace. And, while I’ve said it over and over again, that I have my personal spiritual beliefs and they do not follow the teachings of any organized religion, every Christmas, no song makes me feel more peaceful, more happy, more at ease, more hopeful.
I’ll end with O Holy Night not because I am a religious man, but because I am a hopeful man, a peaceful man, a contented man, And no one, for me, sings it better than my girl, JHud…..Jennifer Hudson.