NO DISASSEMBLE NUMBER FIVE!!!

Willard the Rombot got flustered when a member of the media actually did his job and asked about the role of lobbyists in his campaign. It's actually quite a sight to behold. Brings back memories of days when the media used to do their job on a fairly regular basis. Those were the days!



When the transcript becomes available, it will be here.

Quoth Creature: "Someone's magic underwear needs changing." Ha! Meanwhile, Oddjob passes along this article about how Limbaugh t0tallee heartz Willard, with the note: "Lest you wondered who the GOP Establishment's preferred candidate is, wonder no longer." Indeed.

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Because Sometimes A Bumper Sticker Just Isn't Enough

I spotted this in my neighborhood yesterday:

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RIP Bobby Fischer


Bobby Fischer of the U.S., right, and Boris Spassky of Russia, play their last game together in this Aug. 31, 1972 AP file photo. Fischer, the eccentric and reclusive chess genius who famously toppled the Soviet world champion in 1972, has died at age 64 in Reykjavik.

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One Big Dick for Man, One Giant Gift to Humankind

I love this bit from the Largest Penis in the World article (which is about penises throughout the animal kingdom) that Petulant linked below:

We, humans, may not be endowed by nature with great physical abilities: powerful muscles or weaponry like fangs, claws, horns and so on.

But there is one chapter where we excel: sex.

I'm not talking about sexual activity - at it has been proved that bonobo (which is also wrongly named "dwarf chimpanzee") has more sex and much varied than the human being - but about penis size.

Man is the ape, the monkey and the primate with the biggest penis!
So…because human men have the biggest penis of all the primates, that means that humans excel in sex.

Of course it does.

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Changing the Definition

For a man who is considered to be one the front-runners in the GOP field, Mike Huckabee is showing a startling clarity of vision. While the other candidates have learned the fine art of nuance and the ability to say something without saying something that could be misinterpreted (or dismissed as being out of context), Mr. Huckabee does not hold back. In a way, that's very refreshing.

Earlier this week he told a crowd in Warren, Michigan, that we needed to amend the Constitution "so it's in God's standards rather than try to change God's standards." He was talking about passing the so-called "Human Life" amendment and the federal marriage amendment, both of which would restrict the rights of the citizens, and impose a theocratic interpretation of the basic laws of this country. Now, to bolster his argument against same-sex marriage, he has equated homosexuality with bestiality.

In shorthand terms, I would say that Mr. Huckabee has done the full Santorum, which is a reference to the former senator of Pennsylvania who made a similar argument, including "man on dog" sex. For that comment, Mr. Santorum was roundly criticized (not to mention made the butt of a lot of jokes that dwelt on his conduct around certain barnyard creatures). Now Mr. Huckabee has made the same claim and so far, barely a peep.

Perhaps this is because we expect this sort of thing from him. After all, he is a Southern Baptist pastor, and the denomination's view on gay marriage and gays in general is well documented: they are adamantly opposed to both to the point of homophobia and use their stand to shout their views into the headlines and the presidential race. And while Mr. Huckabee has turned away from the vein-popping hysterics of some anti-gay ranters and made his folksy affability his hallmark, it's obvious that his views on gay rights and the imposition of God's law into the foundation of our nation are not far below the surface and just as medieval.

You have to give the man credit for being able to redefine the role of the theocratic advocate and make it mainstream. Twenty years ago when Pat Robertson ran in the Republican primary, he was dismissed as a far-right fringe candidate that attracted more derisive commentary than votes. Eight years ago Gary Bauer, another acolyte of the Christian Right, made an attempt to run for the GOP nod, only to be blown away by the George W. Bush juggernaut and the fact that no one, not even his fellow Republicans, couldn't shake the impression that Mr. Bauer had come in second in a Wally Cox lookalike contest. But now Mr. Huckabee emerges onto the scene and is holding a place in the top tier of the GOP candidates, unafraid to speak his mind about the denial of rights to a sizable community of Americans and claim ownership of the reproductive rights of women. He's even grabbed the other third rail in southern politics -- the Confederate flag -- and told the Yankees in graphic detail what he thinks about people who don't like seeing it displayed.

"You don't like people from outside the state coming in and telling you what to do with your flag," Mr. Huckabee, a former governor of Arkansas, told supporters in Myrtle Beach, according to The Associated Press.

"In fact," he said, "if somebody came to Arkansas and told us what to do with our flag, we'd tell them what to do with the pole; that's what we'd do."
So while Mr. Huckabee bemoans the changing definition of marriage -- something that has been evolving over the centuries since the biblical days of polygamy, wives sold into slavery, arranged marriages, anti-miscegenation laws, and the acceptance of divorce as a matter of course -- he has no trouble whatsoever about redefining what passes for the secular black-letter law of the United States Constitution and making into the sixth book of the Pentateuch.

As I said, that's very refreshing. It's also scary as Hell.

(Cross-posted.)

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Actual Headline

Southern Blacks Are Split on Clinton vs. Obama. And the problem is so bad, it's even tearing marriages asunder! No, really—look!


Get it together, Southern Blacks! No one is going to respect you as a mindless monolith if you keep having independent thoughts like that.

I just hope no one tells the Southern Blacks that John Edwards exists, or things could really get ugly. At least the media can be counted on to keep his candidacy under their hats. Phew.

Stay classy, NYT.

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Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime

Matlock

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And You Thought Father-Daughter Abstinence Pledges Were Creepy


No transcript available, but, trust me, you'll figure out what's going on. Via Michael K.

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Question of the Day

This one is cribbed from the New York Times: What's the most memorable fortune you've found in a fortune cookie?

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Huckabee Family Reunion


One of my top-secret sources got me a copy of this snapshot from a Huckabee Family Reunion, which which appears to have been sponsored by Budweiser. The dog looks doomed. It's no wonder Mike's so confused about these things.

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It's Tough to be a Fuzzy Wee Sickly Ickly Thing

I walked out of the bedroom this morning to find two piles of cat vomit. This isn't totally unusual, since Olivia is a ginormous pigglesworth who has the occasional tendency to eat like food is going out of style and make herself sick. So I cleaned it up and went to work and didn't give it much thought.

Until, that is, I saw Matilda vomiting in the office. Now, Tilsy never vomits, so that was unusual. And then she ran from one side of the room to the other, vomiting a second time, which was really weird. Then she ran out into the living room and did it twice more. Then she ran back into the office and had diarrhea, before dashing upstairs and vomiting once more before running behind the chaise, where she sat, looking very forlorn and freaked out and unwell. I crawled back as close as I could get and cooed at her, trying to sound soothing. She looked back at me with big, blue, petrified eyes, as if to ask, "What's wrong with me?!"

The mad sick spree had taken about two hours from start to finish, with me running around cleaning up the mess, trying not to yak myself, and attempting to figure out what the hell she'd eaten that made her so sick. And all the while, I was calculating whether I should pack her up and cart her off to the vet—which would upset the nerky wee thing on a good day—or just let this run its course. I couldn't bring myself to wrench her out from her safe spot, so I got a bowl of fresh, clean water and set it where she could see it. Olivia did her part by taking a sip, to show Tilsy it was there and it was good. I relocated from the office to the chaise for the afternoon.

About an hour ago, Tilsy emerged and gingerly drank some water. I whistled at her and she hopped up on the chaise in her favorite position, tucked between the arm and my side, her paws just on the edge of the keyboard. She nudged my arm with her nose, which is code for "Scratch my head now or I can't be held responsible if I start gnawing on your arm." The head-scratching commenced, with chirpified purring following immediately thereafter.

Hopefully, Ms. Fuzzybutz is on the mend.



"I can't believe you mentioned the squirts. That was personal."

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A political presence pondering...

Cross posted at AngryBlackBitch.com.

As most of you know, a bitch is politically involved (wink).

After years of teaching Voter Education classes I have learned that many people are unaware of the multitude of ways they can and should participate in the political process. At the same time I’ve noticed that the political dialogue is influenced by those who do participate. Oh, I've heard all about how the powerful silence certain voices but a bitch is loud as hell and rarely silenced by anyone (wink).

The other day I heard a commentator say that women of color have a difficult choice to make between voting for Obama, Clinton or Edwards. That may be true, but a bitch also thinks this campaign has brought to light another task facing all people not currently represented in government.

How can we increase our political presence?


That we, the under or not at all represented, need to be politically present and why we need to be is very clear.

No one can speak to our issues the way that we can.

So we must be on top of all the issues, allergic to spin and mindful of the responsibility of our vote.

We must participate in political life so religiously that no one could legitimately speculate over what matters to us or how to achieve our vote.

We must be politically present so that those who run for office know who they represent and respect the power of our vote, needs and opinion.

We must have the courage to run for local, state and national office. We can run...we can win...and we must add our voice to the chorus.

This election has already been historic...a black man won the Iowa caucus and a woman won the New Hampshire primary...but it has also been a clinic on the complexity of diversity and variety of privilege.

So, we have to be politically present...women, young people, people of color, seniors, LGBT people, the disabled, the poor, workers, immigrants, religious minorities and any and all combinations of all of the above must stand up and step forward into political life.

No one will speak for me as well as I can so you can bet your ass a bitch is standing up...

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Huckabee Needs to Shut Up. A Lot.

1. Huckabee asserts he wants to "amend the Constitution so it's in God's standards."

2. Everyone with a modicum of respect for the separation of church and state collectively hurls, composes themselves, and declares Huckabee a dangerous asshole.

3. Huckabee clarifies his position in an interview with BeliefNet by equating homosexuality with bestiality:

QUESTIONER: Is it your goal to bring the Constitution into strict conformity with the Bible? Some people would consider that a kind of dangerous undertaking, particularly given the variety of biblical interpretations.

HUCKABEE: Well, I don't think that's a radical view to say we're going to affirm marriage. I think the radical view is to say that we're going to change the definition of marriage so that it can mean two men, two women, a man and three women, a man and a child, a man and animal. Again, once we change the definition, the door is open to change it again. I think the radical position is to make a change in what's been historic.
4. I tell Huckabee: "Shut the fuck up, you crazy, ignorant, despicable bigot. You've got a brain of mush and a heart of stone—and if you can't understand the easily discernible difference between a relationship involving consenting adults whose bedroom activities impinge on no one else's rights, and a pathological sexuality in which the notion of consent is wholly absent, then you are too stupid to be president."

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Life Imitates Onion, Part a Zillion

Hey, kids, let's play compare and contrast!

Meghan Daum in the Jan. 12 L.A. Times, "Hillary's gotta have it":

For a lot of people, Hillary Clinton just wants this too badly. Her Achilles heel is not that she cries (or doesn't) from disappointment, but that she is visibly salivating from hunger. That may be OK for male candidates, whose appetites tend to be selling points. But if there's anything that's drilled into women's heads before we're old enough to even ask for something, it's the importance of playing hard to get, of pretending we don't want anything at all....

As difficult as it to say out loud (which is why you haven't heard it), Clinton's aching need for the presidency is freaking voters out. Like a bachelorette whose obsessive focus on finding a mate has reduced the other aspects of her life to blank, negligible spaces, Clinton has somehow managed to give people the feeling that, should she not get the nomination, she has nothing to go back to....

We want, on some level, for her to win the White House according to the dating guide "The Rules" -- acting aloof to the point of indifference.
Yeah, emphasis mine.

And now here's Gerald Collins in the May 24, 2006 Onion, "Hillary Clinton Is Too Ambitious To Be The First Female President":
I'd rather see a female presidential candidate who wasn't so focused on herself and her political aspirations. It seems like she puts a lot of thought into every decision that she makes, as if every little move were planned ahead of time down to the smallest little detail. It's hard to pin down exactly why, but it just wouldn't feel right to see someone who is so politically calculating win those precious 270 electoral votes in the next election....

What's more, nobody asked her to run. In fact, a lot of people on both sides of the aisle don't even want her to run, and many other politicians are planning on running against her. Yet she's stayed in the race, blatantly ignoring the wishes of some people. Shouldn't the first woman to break the gender barrier of the American presidency be the type of woman who listens to those who doubt her and bows to public opinion more often?

Ever heard of letting others take the lead, Sen. Clinton? If you're going to become the first woman in the Oval Office, you should start thinking about acting a little more ladylike.
The most irritating thing about Daum's editorial -- and boy, it's a competitive race for that prize -- is that she tries to wriggle out of the patent absurdity of her premise by implying that these aren't her opinions, they're just some people's, and she's just saying.

The problem is, political campaigns aren't won by following "The Rules." That's why we may be further from electing a female president than we'd care to admit.
Ah, yes. It's the "I'd love to vote for a woman, but I don't think the rest of the country is ready" argument again. Meghan Daum totally did not just write an editorial claiming that a woman running for Leader of the Free World ought to take a leaf from a dating book instead of, you know, relying on experience from multiple winning campaigns she's run for herself or been intimately involved with in the past -- including, you know, two for President. She's just saying what SOME PEOPLE are thinking, you guys!

But here's the funniest part. The very first rule in The Rules is, "Be a creature unlike any other."

Being a creature unlike any other is really an attitude, a sense of confidence and radiance that permeates your being from head to toe. It's the way you smile (you light up the room), pause in between sentences (you don't babble on out of nervousness), listen (attentively), look (demurely, never stare), breathe (slowly), stand (straight) and walk (briskly, with your shoulders back). When a relationship doesn't work out, you brush away a tear so that it doesn't smudge your makeup and you move on!
Except for the part about looking "demurely" (barf) and the make-up smudging thing (double barf), that's really not a bad description of Clinton. And if the first woman ever to run a viable campaign for President of the United States isn't "a creature unlike any other," I don't know who is. Hillary Rodham Clinton might just be more of a "Rules" girl than Meghan Daum thinks.

And it might just be that SOME PEOPLE would be freaked out by the concept of a woman president no matter who she was or how she held herself. And it might just be that those people are douchebags.

(H/T for the Onion piece to my friend Susan, who found it in the comments section at Jezebel today.)

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I Write Letters

Dear Barack Obama:

Here be 10 problems, in no particular order, with positively invoking Patron Saint of Conservative Fuck-Knuckles Ronald Reagan for any reason:

1. He is the patron saint of conservative fuck-knuckles. In a hotly contested Democratic primary for the presidency, following eight long years of a Republican presidency which has left progressive activists exhausted to their very bones with outrage fatigue and fed up to the bloody teeth with conservatives, trying to distinguish yourself by claiming to be Reagan's heir—even if it has absolutely nothing to do with Reagan's actual policies—is stupid. And infuriating. And bound to be misunderstood. Praising Reagan for being a transformative visionary, in spite of both his actual vision and into what he transformed the nation, demands a pretty rigorous patience of people who have an understandably negative visceral reaction to Reagan, as they tease out the precise nuance. And, in the end, "I don't like anything Reagan did, but I like the way he did it" probably isn't a statement with enough value to haunt progressives with Ronnie's specter, anyway. We don't like it—and rightfully so.

2. "Reagan was central casting for the presidency. He was all morning in America with nothing to back it up."

3. "Ronald Reagan didn't appeal to people's optimism, he appealed to their petty, small minded bigotry and selfishness. … There's enough hagiography of Reagan on the right, I don't think Democrats really need to go there."

4. "[Reagan] ran a partisan, ideological divisive campaign that excoriated Democratic values and trumpeted GOP values. He also race baited."

5. "Lauding [the Gipper] for tapping into the country's concern with the growth and 'excesses' of the federal government, and its desire to 'return to that sense of dynamism and entrepreneurship' [is] hardly a welcomed interpretation within progressive circles."

6. "Those excesses, of course, were feminism, the consumer rights movement, the civil rights movement, the environmental movement, and the antiwar movement. The libertarian anti-government ideology of an unaccountable large liberal government was designed by ideological conservatives to take advantage of the backlash against these 'excesses'."

7. "Especially those of us who were not Republicans, do not look back on the Reagan years with any sense of 'clarity' and 'optimism'."

8. "To long time liberals who lived through this period as an adult, it's like waving a red flag in our faces."

9. "There's a reason their movement has developed this ridiculous St. Ronnie hagiography—it's to inextricably associate their dark, divisive ideology with his carefully manufactured cheerful persona."

10. When I hear the name Reagan, I think of two things—neither of which are "clarity" or "optimism." I am reminded that his sunny fucking optimism didn't do much good for the thousands of people who died of AIDS while he ignored its fucking existence. And I am reminded of the abject terror I used to feel when I was 10 years old and scared out of my mind that I was going to be killed by a nuke, because my president was a wanton fearmonger, just like the one we have now. The Enemy was different then, but the game was the same. In Northwest Indiana, even the children knew we were a "Soviet target" because we were—were—one of the epicenters of US steel production. "If they launch them," I remember my father saying, "at least we'll be dead right away." The thin plywood of my desktop that was meant to save me in case of attack would not. I knew that. And that attack always felt imminent—because I listened to my president. I saw him on the television, solemnly intoning grave threat. Two decades later, I understand he needed money for his moronic space weapon. Then, I was petrified.

I associate the name Ronald Reagan with deadly indifference and fear.

Yes, Mr. Obama—he changed the trajectory of America. You are correct. And yes—he buried his transformative agenda beneath a veneer of optimism. You are correct. And I don't care. I know you aren't praising his policies. I know you aren't putting him on a pedestal. I know what you were saying, and it still stinks.

Love,
Liss

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Shaker Gourmet: Guiness Stew

While I cannot verify this recipe's Irish authenticity, I can verify that it is very tasty.

Guiness Stew

2.5 pounds stew meat, cut into 1.5 inch chunks
salt and ground black pepper
1 tablespoon vegetable oil, divided
1 onion, coarsely chopped
4 cups chicken broth
1 3/4 cups Guinness, reserve 1/4 cup
1 tablespoon light brown sugar
1 teaspoon dried thyme
1 ounce bittersweet chocolate, chopped
2 bay leaves
3 carrots, peeled and cut into 1-inch chunks
1 pound parsnips , peeled and cut into 1-inch chunks
1 pound red potatoes, diced
1/4 cup all-purpose flour
2 tablespoons minced fresh parsley leaves

1. Pat beef dry with paper towels and sprinkle with salt and pepper. Heat 1.5 teaspoons (half of) oil in large skillet over medium-high heat until just smoking. Cook beef until browned on all sides. Transfer to slow cooker/crock pot. Reduce skillet heat to medium.

2. Add remaining 1.5 teaspoons oil, onions, and 1/4 teaspoon salt to skillet and cook until onions are lightly browned, about 5 minutes. Add broth, 1 1/2 cups stout, sugar, thyme, chocolate, bay leaves, and bring to boil for two minutes (and using wooden spoon to scrape up any browned bits). Transfer to slow cooker/crock pot.

3. Add carrots, parsnips, and potatoes to slow cooker/crock pot. Cover and cook on low until meat is tender, 9 to 10 hours (or cook on high for 6 to 7 hours). Set slow cooker to high. Whisk flour and remaining 1/4 cup beer until smooth, then stir mixture into slow cooker. Cook, covered, until sauce thickens (about 15 minutes). Stir in parsley, season with salt and pepper, and discard bay leaf. Serve.

Like with most stews and soups, it's really good when you make it and omgreallygood the next day.

If you'd like to participate in Shaker Gourmet, email me at: shakergourmet (at) gmail.com. Include a link to your blog, if you have one!

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Two-Minute Nostalgia Sublime

Valley of the Dinosaurs

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Are You My Ally?



[This is reprint of a post I made at Teh Portly Dyke in August '07 -- I'm re-posting it here because these issues have been up for me again ever since the Iowa and New Hampshire primaries.]

In the past couple of weeks, I've noticed that, during my blog-reading adventures, I've felt a little tiny twinge everytime I read something like: "This is particularly hard, coming from one of our own", or "it's especially difficult to take this from someone on my own team".

I actually like the word "ally". I've used it as a relational category for people that I wouldn't probably want to get all buddy-buddy with, but with whom I do acknowledge a certain idealogical or principalic connection.

Recently, though, I've been noticing that recurring twinge, and as I've examined it, I've wondered if it may have to do with the combative/competitive/separative connotations of the word "ally" that are evoked in me by these statements ("one of our own"/"on my team" -- which implies that there is someone who is not "one of us", or that we are on a team, playing a game, which means that someone wins, and someone loses).

I notice that I don't have this twinge when I think of the less war-like definitions of "ally": an associate who provides cooperation or assistance.

In my life, I've found "allies" in odd places -- sometimes where I least expect it.

There was the long rambling discussion that I had on a train with a Mormon mother of 8 who told me that, although she was often conflicted about the subject of homosexuality from a spiritual basis, she strongly opposed any government action that oppressed gays or kept equal rights from them, because, as she said: "They could decide to do the same thing to Mormons".

There was the dinner-table conversation with my entire FOO (family of origin) where my fundamentalist brother-in-law and I found ourselves on the same side of an argument about home-schooling.

There have been people that I hated to say I agreed with when they made a cogent point, but I believe that intellectual and personal integrity requires that I acknowledge this when it happens.

I've known burly he-men who were more actively "feminist" than I was, and straight people who were way less willing than I to let a homophobic comment slide.

Conversely, I've experienced situations where I discovered that people who I thought should be my "natural allies" were not. I've heard grossly anti-feminist sentiment from radical lesbians, been on the receiving end of inflammatory and violent actions from self-identified peace activists, and been given lectures rife with capitalist dogma by avowed socialists.

So, who is my "ally"?


In my 30s and into my mid-40s, I interacted almost exclusively with lesbians (outside of my work). This was my culture, my community, and my environment.

For the last 10 years, my life has been very different, and my culture, community, and environment are far more diverse. The individuals that I consider as being within my closest and most intimate circle now span a wide range of orientations, ages, classes, spiritual approaches, nationalities, and races.

I consider these people my "friends", but not all of them are my "allies" in certain areas. One of my close friends spouts fat-phobic remarks (about herself usually, but never about me) on a regular basis. One of my close friends believes that the work I do for a living is blasphemy when regarded from his spiritual perspective. I love these people, and spend time with them whenever I can. So, I assume that in my mind, "ally-ship" is not a requirement for "friendship". Which confuses me sometimes.

I wonder if this separation between my concepts of "ally" and "friend" represents some idealogical schism in me. Do I hold my "political/activist" self as a separate being from my personal/social self? Is that necessary? Is it healthy? Does it support integrity in me?

I began this post with a question, and thought I might actually be able to answer it -- but now I seem to have simply manifested a bouquet of additional questions. (I hate it when that happens.)

I'd simply return to the definition of ally that I like: "an associate who provides cooperation or assistance" -- but this, too, seems like a garden of questions -- What is "cooperation"? "Assistance" with what?

I'm now realizing that I ask myself these questions every time I interact with someone who I think might be a potential ally. Someone posts about a subject that I feel passionate about, and I search their writing for evidence that they are "on my side" , or that I agree with them, or that their voice might be adequate to speak what I might have said. If there are little nuances to their words that create an eddy of disturbance in me, I notice that I calculate whether it's worth it to point this out, or whether it's more important to just support my ally for the bulk and intent of their piece (I'm not saying this is a good thing, just that I notice that I do it).

I think, though, that the "twinges" I've been feeling about this whole ally thing really have to do with this: I am aware, lately, of feeling less and less like someone who is engaged in a rational discussion in my nation, and more and more like someone who is in an embattled position. I notice that I don't even bother to comment at right-wing sites at this point. I bear the assumption that my very handle (PortlyDyke) will result in automatic dismissal, if not downright harassment.

I'm disturbed by the growing separation that I perceive in the USA, the "Us" and "Them" constructs that I find creeping into my own language. I'm disturbed by the fact that I watched the Republican debates only to see how outrageous the candidates might be, rather than in any remote belief that one of them might say something substantive, and the fact that I watched the Logo debates to see if any of the Dems were about to grow a spinal column on gay rights -- one of "my" issues.

I'm disturbed by how many times I've read (or typed) the words *running for cover* in comments and forums that I think of as being populated mostly with "allies".

So, I think it's time I got clear on what (or who) constitutes an "ally" for me.

Here's what I've got so far:

  1. I tend to feel "allied" with people who can imagine the circumstance or situation of others, and make some attempt to take that into account as they communicate.
  2. I tend to feel "allied" with people who passionately embrace and communicate about their own personal experience while acknowledging that the experience of others might be equally valid. (Shorter PortlyDyke for 1 & 2: I value the ability to engage in compassionate accountability.)
  3. I tend to feel "allied" with people who take responsibility for their words and actions.
Some lessons I have learned about "Allies" in my short time on Earth (51 years is NOT a long time, I have discovered -- I feel like I'm just getting started).
  1. Just because someone decides to "let you be" for the moment doesn't necessarily mean they are an ally. Many gay bars existed prior to Stonewall -- the politicians, policemen, and others who ignored them (until they didn't ignore them) were not gay rights allies. When you become inconvenient to them, a person/organization/structure that is not an ally will have no problem throwing you under a bus.
  2. Just because someone decides to side with you for the moment doesn't necessarily mean they are an ally. Bill Clinton made masterful use of his "pro-gay rights" stance -- during his campaign. Then, he signed DADT into law. Yes, he did a lot of nice things like appoint gay people to his cabinet, and I think that probably did assist the gay rights movement in the long run. But I still don't trust him as far as I can throw him.
That's all I know so far. I'm going to be thinking (and reading, and watching) this whole sticky issue of "allies" from now on. Especially when I feel that twinge.

So, I suppose the real question that I might pose to others is:

Do you want to be my ally?

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Sword of Dummocles


It's been awhile since we've seen the groover-in-chief's awesome dance moves. In fact, I don't believe I've seen him cut a rug quite like that since last April when he marked Malaria Awareness Day by participating in a Rose Garden ceremony featuring Senegalese performers from the West African Dance Company.

Remember this?

























Good times.

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Quote of the Day

"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, and welcome aboard the maiden flight of Hil Force One. My name is Hillary and I am so pleased to have most of you on board. FAA regulations prohibit the use of any cell phones, Blackberries or wireless devices that may be used to transmit a negative story about me. In a few minutes, I am going to switch off the 'Fasten Your Seat Belt' sign. However, I've learned lately that things can get awfully bumpy when you least expect it—so you might want to keep those seat belts fastened. And in the event of an unexpected drop in poll numbers, this plane will be diverted to New Hampshire. If you look out from the right, you will see an America saddled with tax cuts for the wealthiest and a war without end. If you look out from the left, you will see an America with a strong middle class at home and a strong reputation in the world. Once we've reached cruising altitude, we'll be offering in-flight entertainment: my stump speech."—Hillary Clinton, welcoming the traveling press corps aboard her campaign plane today, by playing flight attendant on the plane's intercom as it taxied down the runway. Who says Hils doesn't have a sense of humor?

Jeralyn says, if you think Hillary "takes herself too seriously, think again."

This is precisely why I've always like Hillary as a person, irrespective of my opinion of her as a candidate.

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