Bloody revolution NOW, part 4,018

McCain coddled by some New York Times reporter:

Q: President Bush believes that gay couples should not be permitted to adopt children. Do you agree with that?
Mr. McCain: I think that we've proven that both parents are important in the success of a family so, no I don’t believe in gay adoption.
Q: Even if the alternative is the kid staying in an orphanage, or not having parents.
Mr. McCain: I encourage adoption and I encourage the opportunities for people to adopt children I encourage the process being less complicated so they can adopt as quickly as possible. And Cindy and I are proud of being adoptive parents.
Q: But your concern would be that the couple should [be] a traditional couple
Mr. McCain: Yes....

I'm sorry... did I miss something here? How in the fuck does any thinking person on the staff of the "newspaper of record" in the United States allow a presidential candidate to simply NOT answer a sensitive question? How does the fundie-pandering oldschool scumbag being questioned just assume he can get away with it?

McCain is later joined by Sen. Obama, and the two of them manipulate each other through their trousers till they squirt, talking in increasingly breathy, increasingly alto tones about federal funding for faith-based organizations and the inalienable right of said organizations to discriminate in hiring based on religious faith.

While cleaning up (Cindy and Michelle dispense cum-towels for down the pants), Sens. Obama and McCain unite further to decry the New Yorker for its denigration of, uh... cartoon artists. Finally in a surprise turnaround Sens. Obama and McCain sneak out of the room while Cindy and Michelle are off laundering, fly to San Francisco, and are married onstage at the Nob Hill Theater by Sister Roma of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence.

IN other news tonight—thanks for the heads-up go to mikeinbama, who isn't satisfied with being hot as a midafternoon fuck on a dining room table; no no, he has to go and be socially conscious and morally outraged, too (also coupled, which damn):

It seems Liddy Dole (R-NC) "submitted an amendment ... to the bill S. 2731, ... to provide assistance to foreign countries to combat HIV/AIDS, tuberculosis, malaria, and for other purposes ... as follows: On page 1, line 5, strike "and Henry J. Hyde" and insert ", Henry J. Hyde, and Jesse Helms." (from the Congressional Record)

Now, in case you (understandably) blot out any reference to the recently-deceased Disney villain from North Carolina like a fnord, Joe. My. God. reminds us of Mr. Helms's record w/r/t HIV and AIDS:

• Jesse Helms, the man who in 1987 described AIDS prevention literature as "so obscene, so revolting, I may throw up."
  
• Jesse Helms, the man who in 1988 vigorously opposed the Kennedy-Hatch AIDS research bill, saying, "There is not one single case of AIDS in this country that cannot be traced in origin to sodomy."
  
• Jesse Helms, the man who in 1995 said (in opposition to refunding the Ryan White Act) that the government should spend less on people with AIDS because they got sick due to their "deliberate, disgusting, revolting conduct."
  
• Jesse Helms, the man who in 2002 announced that he'd changed his mind about AIDS funding for Africa, but not for American gays, because homosexuality "is the primary cause of the doubling and redoubling of AIDS cases in the United States."

Many people hold Ronald Reagan responsible for adding to the early AIDS death toll by his inaction on the pandemic, but it was Helms' actions in thwarting early research that inarguably hastened the demise of many thousands of Americans. How many of my friends, of your friends, would be alive today if the life-saving medications had arrived just one fucking year earlier?

Honestly, could this government be any more ridiculous and slimy?

Wait, don't answer that.

Sonnet from the Porch de Curmudgeon

I've really been falling down on the job with these lately. I'm probably 10 or 12 shy for the calendar year at this point. Well, here's a nice, cheery one to get me back on track...

I do not love my neighbor in the least
(I would say "as myself" to quote the LORD
Except that that means nothing to a priest
Of agno-hedo-solipsism like Gourd.
(And also, nothing rhymes with "self".) Just why
Them doofy Christ commanded such is clear
Enough to any hippie; but just try
To live it out—go 'head, go volunteer,
Give everything you own to help the poor.
It's easy with a sycophantic posse
Feeding you fish and grapes and fighting o'er
Who gets to wash your feet. So fuck the bossy,
Fuck parables, fuck metaphors, the lot.
My neighbors, by and large, can all go rot.

Edit: I should explain "neighbor" is construed as "other humans on earth" not necessarily the people who live physically closest to me; some of them I rather cherish :)