Wednesday, December 03, 2003
Addendum: The words don't want to come today. I've been sitting here for two hours and have only 311 words to show for it. It all feels indifferent to my desires.
Politics. Here's a story to stoke the fires of my love for humanity: "Boy says mom is gay; school rebukes him." I especially like this bit: Later that day, Marcus' mother, Sharon Huff, was concerned after receiving a call from the assistant principal, who informed her that Marcus was in trouble for using a word so bad that it couldn't be repeated over the phone. So, I'm guessing that students at the Ernest Gallet Elementary School in the great burg of Youngsville, Louisiana, won't be singing "Deck the Halls" this Christmas, not if the word "gay" is "so bad" it can't even be spoken for fear of corruption. I know I'm preaching to the choir here, folks, but it's time the South pulled its head out of its narrow, bigoted ass and moved the hell on. By the way, if you'd like to voice your complaints to the good people at Ernest Gallet Elementary School, here's the phone number, unless they've changed it since yesterday: (337) 856-1935. I suggest you insert the word "gay" into the conversation as frequently as possible.
I now return to banging my head against the wall.
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