Saturday, April 14, 2007

I Applaud You Mr Fierstein

"Our Prejudices, Ourselves"

AMERICA is watching Don Imus's self-immolation in a state of shock and awe. And I'm watching America with wry amusement.

Since I'm a second-class citizen -- a gay man -- my seats for the ballgame of American discourse are way back in the bleachers. I don't have to wait long for a shock jock or stand-up comedian to slip up with hateful epithets aimed at me and mine. Hate speak against homosexuals is as commonplace as spam. It's daily traffic for those who profess themselves to be regular Joes, men of God, public servants who live off my tax dollars, as well as any number of celebrities.

In fact, I get a good chuckle whenever someone refers to "the media" as an agent of "the gay agenda." There are entire channels, like Spike TV, that couldn't fill an hour of programming if required to remove their sexist and homophobic content. We've got a president and a large part of Congress willing to change the Constitution so they can deprive of us our rights because they feel we are not "normal."

So I'm used to catching foul balls up here in the cheap seats. What I am really enjoying is watching the rest of you act as if you had no idea that prejudice was alive and well in your hearts and minds.

For the past two decades political correctness has been derided as a surrender to thin-skinned, humorless, uptight oversensitive sissies. Well, you anti-politically correct people have won the battle, and we're all now feasting on the spoils of your victory. During the last few months alone we've had a few comedians spout racism, a basketball coach put forth anti-Semitism and several high-profile spoutings of anti-gay epithets.

What surprises me, I guess, is how choosy the anti-P.C. crowd is about which hate speech it will not tolerate. Sure, there were voices of protest when the TV actor Isaiah Washington called a gay colleague a "faggot." But corporate America didn't pull its advertising from "Grey's Anatomy," as it did with Mr. Imus, did it? And when Ann Coulter likewise tagged a presidential candidate last month, she paid no real price.

In fact, when Bill Maher discussed Ms. Coulter's remarks on his HBO show, he repeated the slur no fewer than four times himself; each mention, I must note, solicited a laugh from his audience. No one called for any sort of apology from him. (Well, actually, I did, so the following week he only used it once.)

Face it, if a Pentagon general, his salary paid with my tax dollars, can label homosexual acts as "immoral" without a call for his dismissal, who are the moral high and mighty kidding?

Our nation, historically bursting with generosity toward strangers, remains remarkably unkind toward its own. Just under our gleaming patina of inclusiveness, we harbor corroding guts. America, I tell you that it doesn't matter how many times you brush your teeth. If your insides are rotting your breath will stink. So, how do you people choose which hate to embrace, which to forgive with a wink and a week in rehab, and which to protest? Where's my copy of that rule book?

Let me cite a non-volatile example of how prejudice can cohabit unchecked with good intentions. I am a huge fan of David Letterman's. I watch the opening of his show a couple of times a week and have done so for decades. Without fail, in his opening monologue or skit Mr. Letterman makes a joke about someone being fat. I kid you not. Will that destroy our nation? Should he be fired or lose his sponsors? Obviously not.

But I think that there is something deeper going on at the Letterman studio than coincidence. And, as I've said, I cite this example simply to illustrate that all kinds of prejudice exist in the human heart. Some are harmless. Some not so harmless. But we need to understand who we are if we wish to change. (In the interest of full disclosure, I should confess to not only being a gay American, but also a fat one. Yes, I'm a double winner.)

I urge you to look around, or better yet, listen around and become aware of the prejudice in everyday life. We are so surrounded by expressions of intolerance that I am in shock and awe that anyone noticed all these recent high-profile instances. Still, I'm gladdened because our no longer being deaf to them may signal their eventual eradication.

The real point is that you cannot harbor malice toward others and then cry foul when someone displays intolerance against you. Prejudice tolerated is intolerance encouraged. Rise up in righteousness when you witness the words and deeds of hate, but only if you are willing to rise up against them all, including your own. Otherwise suffer the slings and arrows of disrespect silently.

Harvey Fierstein is an actor and playwright.

Friday, April 13, 2007

Some Of Those Chain Letters Make Sense...

Did you know? before you go to sleep at night there is one person thinking of you. They want you they want to kiss you, They want to be with you they are always thinking about you before they go to sleep at night they are longing to be with you.



At least thats what a chain letter told me ;)

How Many You Have?

so I got to thinking after my last post about the jpg's and I started to wonder how many mp3's I have...

so yeah bored... sitting here... I did a search...

*drumroll*

11,769

yep that's right Eleven Thousand Seven Hundred and Sixty Nine mp3's on my system...


Shhh.... *looks around*

Friday, April 06, 2007

How Many .jpgs Do You Have??

So my sister says to me the other day "Hey do you still have all those pics from mom's birthday party?"

I'm thinking hey no problem they're on my computer...

I start searching... suddenly I realize hours have gone by and I've not yet found my mom's birthday pics... I find three years of my cousins kids birthdays... I find a couple years of my kids birthday parties... hmm

can't find mom's birthday... I go to the trusty start menu and hit that ever so handy "search" button... because see... I can't even remember what any of them were named... I just know that they're jpgs.... so oh so smart my types in *.jpg into the search field thinking... enh I can't have that many pictures I'm sure I'll find one quick enough find out what file in what directory on which hard drive it's on... thinking...

heh... in the infamous words of my son Keenan "easy peasy lemon squeezey" right....
I hit enter for it to search the computer... just a little less then 5 minutes later the lil dog with it's little waggley tail tells me... hey guess what I found some jpgs.... and I was such a good boy... I found 16, 953 of them....

fuck me!! I have almost 17 000 pictures on my computer??

so now I sit and wonder how long til I find one from my mom's birthday party.... wish me luck... lol

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Enh...

Yesterday was the day after a heavy rain storm, I don't mind spring, but I'm always so sad in the spring... it's so rainy... I could never live out in BC... anyway...
Yesterday it was hot... I don't remember how hot... but... it was hot and the ground was still mushy and wet and there was still lots of puddles everywhere when I decided to Keenan to school.
Well on our way there all I could think of was wow it smells so much better out here today... the rain washed all kinds of winter smells away... and with it came the smell of fresh wet dirt... now before anyone starts saying "ew" think about it for a moment... after a big rain you ever go outside and just smell the air... so then of course on the way home I couldn't get the song Oklahoma out of my head... listened to two hours of music before I finally got rid of it... *shit* .... *sighs* it's back...

However the one thing the rain storm did not wash away was my own form of winter blahs... the sun was out and it was shining and actually feeling warm after months of not one ounce of warmth from it... the ground was refreshed and watered and happy... and I felt like I wanted to cry.

Still do...

I don't know why exactly... I'm in a great mood when Raistlans home and up and talking and feeling well... Keenan is the sweetest sometimes...ok... most times... and he makes me laugh... he's so considerate...

I've turned into a hermit... I've only been out lately to take the kidlet to school... I can't even muster the motivation to go to the bank... you'd think a cheque sitting her on my desk would encourage me to go... but... nope... I just shrug it off and "get too it later"

I've been withdrawing.... I barely know what's going on with my friends anymore... I must seem the worst person in the world to be friends with right now...

My life is being sucked out of me by way of my ass and it's all my chairs fault...
and if you believe that then I have a piece of swamp land in Arizona to sell you....

my life is about to become uber busy... Lions, Soccer, T-Ball, Swimming, school, guitar lessons, and birthdays...

Lions has been total shite lately... I won't go into details... but it looks as tho I'll be changing clubs... assholes.

I can't get any sleep... I go to bed and stare at the ceiling for hours...
I've barely been eating enough... just because it gets to that point where the sight of food sickens me... as if I put that piece of food in my mouth I'll vomit...
I don't even want to make dinner that's how much of a turn off food is for me right now...
Squasha you remember the last time this happened...? *sigh* yeah...

Every time I start feeling like this I start doing the whole I want to go home thing... problem is no where feels like home... not really... and that whole fucked up cliche... "home is where the heart is" fuck that... if that's the case then my heart has packed it's bags and taken a train to "IDon'tKnowWheresville"

I sit here listening to love songs... trying to feel something... and I've got nothing...
love? Fuck Love! *chuckles* love ya Dane...
Numb...

maybe it's this computer...
*eyes it suspiciously*
Yeah I definitely think it's this computer...
evil evil evil
silver little box that sits on my desk
you suck me in, thinking your the best
you suck me in and seduce me all day
until my ass is so numb

ya know it's no wonder...

unplugging... you're right unplugging is a good thing...
I think I might just follow your lead...
and unplug... hell no one would even notice anyway...

" Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain
And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain. "


*pulls plug*