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I like how Jon Stewart kinda pokes the stick at The Fabulous Mr. O, but then doesn’t. By the way, I peed my pants watching this.

If you haven’t seen Keith Olbermann talking about Prop 8, I recommend you take a deep breath and watch below. I feel that we as a nation have taken a huge step backwards on this issue. We live next door to a same sex couple. They have been with each other as long as Hubbin and I have. They both have their names on the mortgage like Hubbin and I do. OBVIOUSLY in a committed relationship right? So why the hell do 27 states go out of their way to say No, to them being married, even by common law? I just don’t get it.

And what is California going to do with the +18,000 gay couples it has married so far? Do you unmarry them? Do they get Grandfathered in? And IF they get grandfathered in, why even bother? It’s like saying these marriages count but those going forward don’t? How can there be a constitutional ban on love? And why is CA going back to the days of segregation? Because that’s what this is. It’s saying you over here are OK, and you over here are not. And those with the nots have less rights than those with.

Love is love people. I’ve loved a few against my will, when I knew it was bad for me and only going to end in hair dye and tears. I didn’t choose it, it just happened and it was awful. Can there be a ban on that love too? Is my love for the fabulous Mr. O now going to be scrutinized as well? Sweet chocolate christ I hope not.

The Fabulous Mr. Olbermann cites Clarence Darrow at the end of his speech. Link provided.

That one point over the Packers is so sweet, I might have to go see a dentist on Monday. SHAZAM! VIKINGS STYLE!

I wept last night. I wept and clutched at my sleeping daughter and held my heart and wished for my Mom and held my hubbin’s hand. I have never been so moved by the higher-ups in this country. Never. I love Bill Clinton, but he wasn’t groundbreaking. Last night, I am proud to say that America wiped the slate clean on more levels that I’ll be able to truly understand.

As the pitch of night turns to the cobalt of dawn for once I feel like, yeah…it’s possible.

I don’t know, it’s hard to describe.

In my brief time here, I’ve witnessed only a few historic events. The Challenger, The Berlin Wall, the death of Princess Diana and John Paul II, the collapse of the World Trade Center towers. All harrowing and traumatic. Today is a historic event, voting in an election where one of the candidates is a black man. No matter who you vote for, it’s historic.

There are other personal historic events as well…losing my virginity, falling in love, graduating from college, getting married, the birth of my children. Not on the same scale as national or international events, thousands of lives lost. But my point is, a vote cast today falls into both categories. If you vote for Sen. Obama, you are casting your vote for the first black president. If you vote for Sen. McCain, you are casting your vote for a ticket with a woman on as VP - the first of her party.

Granted, one man will emerge tonight as the 44th President of the United States, the other will lose. But for once the american people haven’t lost. We’re all making history, we are all making change - not matter where our vote was cast.

And of all the historic days that I’ve lived through, with the exception of the birth of my children, I like this one the best.

See, to me, this is what America is all about. One kid with a dream and desire, AND the means to accomplish that dream. Even if it’s only being a News Reporter.

Damon Weaver interviews Sen. Joe Biden.

Dear MSNBC,

Fuck you! How dare you pull Waldorf and Statler, I mean Olbermann and Matthews, from anchoring Election Coverage! Do you know how much I was looking forward to seeing Olbermann on and off for hours at a time during the debates and possibly during state primaries? I was looking forward to it…a lot, and glowingly. And now you’ve gone and fucked it all up, thwarting my one-sided-media-induced love for Olbermann. Shame on you!

Replacing Olbermann and Matthews with David Gregory is a huge mistake. I don’t give a good goddamn that you are grooming him to replace Tim Russert. He’s a putz and a dink and we ALL know it. Shame on you for taking a dipshit hockey Mom’s finger-waving too literally.

Yeah, yeah, yeah…they are still commentators, but still. Clipping their wings because of pressure from the Old Man and the Sea-Monster only goes to show that the news can be bought and sold. I hope and pray that Mr. Matthews and Mr. Olbermann continue their honest insight, I wish them continued courage to question the unreasonable, and to speak their minds.

A dissenting daughter of the revolution,
Jodie

i love VH1’s Rock of Love, loved it! loved the second season too, but now…bringing it to the bus? well that my darlings makes me so giddy that i might explode.

when i saw on JCSG’s site that Bret and Ambre broke up, i wasn’t shocked. i knew some little weasel in the creative department over at VH1 wasn’t going to leave Bret Michaels alone until every speck of gold dust was mined from his comeback.

but taking it on the bus - that’s just brilliant. and i’ll admit loudly and proudly that i’m bummed i can’t audition.

my arrested development/jason bateman crush is well documented. and last night, after mixing grapes and grain at JCSG’s (”wine before beer, in the clear”), i had a weird phone sex dream about mr. bateman.

i say weird because we were in a public place, me on a pay phone (remember
those?) and him on his cell. i say weird, because we were right around the corner from each other and we could both peek around and see the other person. i say weird because i did really well up to the part when i had to say and describe “penis” and then my mind went blank, and i ended the call. i say weird, because after a sexy call, even if it ends badly, being in such close proximity, there was no slow easing around the corner with a smile and making out with the other person.

so with almost half the year gone, there is still NO DML for 2008. just to remind you, the DML is my Dream Make-out List. not a list of people i’d like to make out with, but rather a list of people i make out with in my dreams.

obviously having two kids under three severely affects my ability to dream about kissing hot men.