…that someone has some serious problems.
I remember eating these things when I was a kid. And to this day I remember how nasty they were. Especially the butterscotch flavor that came out after this commercial was filmed…
(Thanks, Gooster!)
I mean seriously…
From Sasha Springer:
“The marriage license comes from the courthouse not the church house. “I think folks should take the religious factor out of marriage, or realize that the religious part is a ceremony based on their liking, not a requirement. that’s why the marriage license comes from the courthouse not the church house. When you start to deny tax-paying citizens the right to enter a legally binding agreement because of sexual orientation, its flat out discrimination, no matter who is for it or against it. If the churches don’t wanna perform the ceremony, that’s cool. But for the law to forbid the right is as discriminating as being counted as 3/4 of a person during slavery.”
Just like Joe. My. God., if I had a jillion dollars I’d run this during the evening news every night.
…and I whole heartedly agree with everything he’s saying, but you’ve got to remember that using these sorts of arguments with the knee-jerk right-wing Christianist wackos is futile; they are incapable of rational, logical thought. That nasty bumper sticker, “God said it, I believe it, and that settles it!” sums up their reasoning perfectly. Like the Catholic bishops peering into Galileo’s telescope yet refusing to accept what their eyes were seeing, so it is with your average evangelical nutjob.
How to you reason with these people? You can’t. They are not open to hearing any argument that runs counter to their own, narrowly-defined, Biblically inspired world view. It’s like this classic Far Side cartoon, but instead of “Ginger” all they hear is “Bible.”
Ultimately, however, the world is moving on and leaving them in their 2000 year-old mindset to wail and moan, bitterly frightened and powerless in the face of the changes that are occurring all around them.
Even though my birthday isn’t until Friday, last Sunday Ben and I drove to Tucson, where he’d arranged a three day/two night stay at the El Conquistador resort as a gift. (He also gave me a bitchin’ camera tripod, something I sorely needed.) I have to say it was the best birthday present I’ve ever gotten and can’t wait until we can go back again. The room was very comfy and with the resort being tucked up against the western edge of the Catalina Mountains, the views were spectacular.
Entrance to the Resort
View from Our Room
Sunday afternoon we wandered around the University of Arizona campus and then took a drive up Sentinel Peak:
I love showing Ben the sights since he hasn’t spent a lot of time in Tucson.
That evening we had a great Mexican dinner at Casa Molina del Norte and then came back to the resort and chilled for the rest of the evening.
On Monday we went to one of my favorite places in Tucson, Sabino Canyon. I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves…
Wiped out from the sun, the heat, and the hike, we elected for a low-key evening, meeting Floyd, Ron, and Abe (three of my longtime friends) for some Chinese at Golden Dragon.
After breakfast on Tuesday, we checked out of the hotel and since neither one of us had anywhere in particular that we had to be before evening, we decided to be a little adventurous. Instead of taking Interstate 10 home, we headed north on Oracle Road just to see where it took us.
We stopped briefly at Catalina State Park…
…where we picked up a couple of freeloaders who managed to stay attached to the windshield for the next 20 or so miles.
We ended up on the Tucson-Florence highway, a beautiful route I’d never taken before. It’s one of those small, rural, two-lane highways that I absolutely love. Traffic was minimal, and the scenery was gorgeous. It was so much nicer than I-10, and as long as we’re not in a hurry to get home (it takes about 45 minutes longer than the more direct route) we’ll be taking this highway again.
