A Vietnam veteran asked Mitt Romney, if he would pass legislature in support of gay marriage. No, was the answer. Romney, is an asshole, who will not be getting my VOTE. I need to start a petition or something. He irked my nerves, oh so bad today.
I think he needs to get off of his high horse and cut the shit!
Everyone is entitled to the same rights! Why are we picking and choosing? Convicted sex offenders are allowed to live right in our buildings and do we get a say? Nope! According to the law, they are people too. The teachers in NYC are molesting our children left and right. I don’t see him, trying to do anything. No, he is worried about how grown adults are living their lives. A life that has no effect, on anyone else.
I am just so tired of the bullshit. If you do not like gay marriage, do NOT, I repeat, DO NOT, marry a gay person!
Why is this the hottest topic? Who cares? We aren’t asking for anything special. We just want the SAME rights. Nothing, spectacular! I do the same things everyone else does, so I should be allowed the same rights. I also pay the same taxes. My whole life isn’t about being a lesbian. To me, that is ONE aspect of someone’s life. I don’t even think that is the MOST important part of someone’s life. I live a very normal life…let me show you.
My typical day
I get my gay body out of bed early every morning.
I prepare the children of a lesbian for school.
I drink a lesbian cup of tea with sugar and lemon.
I walk gayly to the bus stop and the daycare.
I wave lesbianly for the dollar van.
I sit at my rainbowly-gay desk.
I do extremely lesbian work for 8 hours.
I pay too much gay-ass taxes.
I schlep my lesbian-self back home.
I kiss the kids of a lesbian; I tell them how much this lesbian missed them.
I prepare the gayest dinner in the world.
I try to put some lesbian knowledge in their heads, you know, help with home work.
This lesbian bathes her daughters — they splash and make a mess for the lesbian to clean afterwards.
I find the gayest book to read — anything with words.
I give lots of hugs and kisses to the children of a lesbian.
Then I lay my exhausted, overworked, homo-self down in my bed.
While I lay in my gay bed (800 count Egyptian cotton) I think of ways to do better. Oh, my bed is so gay!
If I choose to get married, why would anyone oppose? I was born in this country and have paid taxes forever!
When I get married, I want it to be on Mitt Romney’s front lawn.