The Kitchen and the Woodpile

Nothing much happening, so no blog posts. But I must give you something...

There seems to be something parallel in this situation: Here we have same-sex marriage in California, and in the same year the Democrats have both an African-American and a woman candidate stumping for president. Is this the dawning of the Age of Aquarius? Ya think? But, hold your horses; now we have the Democratic National Convention, and everyone seems terribly upset, even with all these good liberal vibes invigorating the country.

But Denver's filled with girly-man whiny-babies (as our esteemed governor would say). Can't we just enjoy this watershed moment for America?

The Clintons are acting like prima donnas (which is probably their normal behavior; after all, they are the self-appointed royalty of liberal America and the Democratic party. Never mind that Bill stabbed the LGBT community in the back numerous times after courting our support in two elections). Everyone at the convention has their nose out of joint about something: Just get it together and unite behind the black guy! This gives Operation Get Behind the Darkie a whole new meaning (see "South Park: Bigger, Longer and Uncut"). What's so freaking hard about party unity?

I think white Middle America still has a problem with voting for a black person. I suspect a lot of Hilary's loyalists are willing to go over to McCain just because they don't want a black man in the White House. And they don't want gays to marry because it's just not right; no real reason, they just want to keep us where we are. People do have a driving need to create "others" in their world.

To be honest, I haven't seen a minute of the TV coverage of the convention. I was commuting home last night while it was on, and I'm afraid I have to report that Steve has little to no interest in watching. (I know this will break my mother's heart; she's a real convention freak. The up side is that's perhaps the worst thing about him.)

The Hollywood Reporter has people in Denver, but there's scant coming out of the convention from them. We're even having trouble getting photos. Is this a nonhappening?

But next week we get the Republican convention, and then things will return to normal: women to the kitchen, colored folks to the woodpile (or somewhere where they won't been obtrusive or even noticed, just like the gays and handicapped and people who aren't white and/or upwardly mobile and/or just plain rich) and the heterosexual men will take over and decide what's best for all those "others" they're so fond of leading.

I love American politics.