ike, you’re developing a wattle

The question a lot of people ask me when I tell them I moved to Minneapolis in 2002 is WHY? and I usually have some cute little answer about jobs or wanting to live in a city, etc. A lot of it, in fact most of it, has to do with not being able to be who I really was in my hometown. And here’s a perfect example of why:

Rep. Ike Skelton, a conservative Missouri Democrat, said he thinks the debate in Congress over the proposed repeal of the “don’t ask, don’t tell” law might force families to explain homosexuality to their children. (via 365gay.com)

Ike represents MO’s 4th Congressional District, which happens to cover the town I lived in for the first 23 years and 11 months of my life. He’s been in office since BEFORE I WAS BORN. Things have changed a lot since then, Ike. A loaf of bread was 36 cents and a gallon of gas was 65 cents.

Heaven forbid parents have to explain things that happen in society to their children. Let’s throw all the homeless people in jail, make sure anyone with any type of handicap never comes outside, and banish anyone that’s not a white middle or upper class family into some deep dark portion of a forest where nobody will ever have to see them. I think you’re on the right path, Ike.

His biggest concerns are the families, which is very sentimental, but with a mug like that, he’s going to scare people long before he even gets a chance to talk to them about the horrible stories of gays risking their life by fighting for their country.

Sorry for the all gay all the time stuff lately, but, hey. I’m queer, I’m here. Get used to it. (I suppose that’s my official coming out on twodolla.org, in case you wanted to mark that on your calendar.)

is it november 5th yet?

There shouldn’t be any doubt that I’m planning on voting for Obama/Biden in November. Not only would I never talk to myself again if I voted for a McCain/Dumbass ticket, but my grandpa would probably disown me. Most of the people in my department at work are of the same belief, except for our Admin. Great fantastic guy that I love dearly, except he’s a Republican (and also from Arizona, so he’s especially McCain-loyal).

Today, the person that works at the front desk got a phone call that with something like this:

Front Desk Person: “Blah blah blah. Can I help you?”
Person the Phone: “Hi, this is the Republican National Committee.”
Front Desk Phone (most certainly not a fan of any committee that starts with the word Republican): “Oh, really?”
Person the Phone: “Did you know Barack Obama is a terrorist?”
Front Desk Phone: “Thanks for calling” and that was the end of that call.

Now we all know it wasn’t Republican National Committee. They may be a bunch of crazies I don’t agree with, but I don’t think they’d stoop that low. And it just sucks that this election has turned into a situation where individuals (or small politically unsponsored groups) are taking it upon themselves to encourage the mudslinging and the namecalling.

I’m pretty much ready for this election to be over.

i attempt to discuss local news

It’s a safe bet that most Twin Cities bloggers will mention something like this at some point, so you can probably just consider this joining in the crowd.

The RNC is taking place in St. Paul right now. Minneapolis/St. Paul as a whole, as far as I know and want to believe, is a pretty liberal locale – it’s one of the main reasons I like living here so much. Considering this, I can’t really say I’m surprised by the 250+ people (all protesting the RNC in some fashion, including a 78 year old nun and even four journalist) that have wound up in handcuffs since Saturday.

We didn’t have any source of news while we were camping this weekend, with the exception of occasional twitters about what was going on and a quick glance at the StarTrib through my phone’s tiny browser once or twice while we were there. I just know it was bad enough that I was a little scared of coming back.

I mean, seriously? This happened in a downtown metro area:

Granted, everything that’s going on like this, including the houses that were raided on suspicion of “terroristic activities” (according to the police warrant) aren’t all that close to my apartment, I’m definitely not looking forward to going into work tomorrow – most of the delegates and important RNC-type folks are staying in hotels within a pretty tight radius of where I work and I really don’t want to deal with worrying about someone dumping a 5-gallon bucket of weaponized urine on my head.

My thoughts are clearly scattered about this whole situation and I’m sure it’s because I’ve never experience anything of the nature and never thought I’d experience anything like it.

Downtown St. Paul looks like a scene from a movie, where there are 10-12 feet barbed wire fences blocking off a radius from the RNC’s locale, choppers flying overhead, and gaggles of cops full of testosterone and what they’re treating as instant and unlimited power. It’s gross and I kind of hate it right now.

I’m just glad it will all be done after Thursday. And I’m kind of glad that Bush, Cheney, and what appears to be McCain have decided to band together and physically stop the hurricane from smashing into Louisiana. My suggestion is to probably offer up Sarah Palin’s whore daughter* to the hurricane as a peace offering to God; she could totally save the world.

*I don’t really think Bristol Palin is a whore. I think her mom’s a whore for naming her after a NASCAR racing location.