We now interupt your regularly schedualed program...

Ok, sorry to take a break from my usual random blog postings about my creative exploits and all that jazz, but I really have to get something off of my chest, and since it happens to be 1:00 am as I write this, I’m afraid that this is all I can do, so you’ll have to suffer through me ranting. Or at least I hope you do, as I feel that this is important, else I wouldn’t be writing it.

So I just finished watching Mormon Prop 8, which is a documentary that was first shown at the Sundance Film Festival. I suppose that there is a large difference between knowing the facts on a subject and having them thrown in your face – full colour and sound and all. I’ve wanted to see it since it was announced to be playing at the Seattle film Festival, but unfortunately my parents weren’t able to get us tickets, as it sold out so quickly.

But enough about that, onto what I really want to talk about. Namely, how can any one group, let alone any one person, feel that it is in the best interest of whole to take away people’s rights? How is it that the Mormon church believes that they are doing “God’s Will” as they preach a message of hate to impressionable children who grow to be teens and feel that there is no way out other than to OD, or to shoot themselves, or cut their wrists? So that they die? And yet the church continues to support their message of hate, refusing to take responsibility to the countless lives that they have ended. And how is it that we, as a people, as a country that is founded on basic human rights and the idea of equality for all, how is it that we do not make them take that responsibility.

I believe that the part that got to me most was when they were talking about this boy, around 22-23 years old, who pinned a “Do Not Resuscitate” page to his front, walked to his LDS church, and shot himself in the head. And while that is horrible and terrible and all a number of synonyms (of which I could go on for hours about), the thing that make me sick was the response that his parents gave. It was something around the likes of “Our family has had a great weight lifted from it since -------- died.” That was their son. Their son. They people who made him, gave birth to him, raised him and loved him through his life, those people are glad that their son committed suicide.

How is it that they feel that it is right to feel that way? That even after losing their son to their churches doctrine of hate they stand by that doctrine and proclaim that it was the right thing that happened, that it was “God’s Will” that this happened, and that by killing himself their son saved himself?

I might not be the most spiritual person that you’ll ever meet. Hell, I’m an atheist. But I respect others right to believe what they believe. I might not like it, but that is their right as a citizen of The United States of America to have that religious freedom and to believe whatever they choose to, despite what others have to say. But there is a reason that we have the division between church and state. That division is there so that it stops one group from being attacked by others because of their beliefs. The division of church and state is there so that any proposed law or idea that would affect another’s lives and freedoms be rendered moot, just because that belief is based on a religion that not all believe.

And yet something as terrible as Proposition 8 is voted in, signed into law, and, assuming that they basic thought that about 1 or 2 out of every 10 people are gay, and that around 3 or 4 more out of that same 10 are not strictly heterosexual, that would mean that at the low end around 40% of the population is “deviant” is some regards, and at the high end it would mean that 60% of the population are “deviants”, just because of who they are and how they were born. In actual statistics, if there are about 310,952,000 (rounded) people in the US, than between 62,190,400 and 124,380,800 of that 310,952,000 people in our “Free and Equal” country are being denied of the right to marry the one they love on the grounds of others religions.

It isn’t right, it isn’t lawful, and it needs to stop. So please, if you read this and agree that this isn’t the kind of country that you want to live in, that you want your children to live in, one that chooses hate rather than acceptance, preaching death and damnation rather than love, find a way to help. Write letters, get involved in your community.

If you act you can make a difference and save lives.

Visit:
The Human Rights Campaign

The Competition

Ok, so I haven't posted for a bit. Here's what's been up with that.

Finals. Those horrible things called finals. Fuck 'em.

You think you're totally fine with the amount of work that you've been putting in, and then it's suddenly finals, and you realize that you are, of course, screwed. So you try and learn everything that you were suppose to learn durring your class durring the week before. Then your brain explodes.

Really.

But I'm (hopefully) back on track. So on to talk of the topic of this post: The Competition.

My friend decided to challenge me to a contest. This week is her finals week, and the bet was this. Whoever could write the most words durring this week would win, and the looser would have to pay for lunch.

Really not that big of a deal, except for one thing. One tiny little thing that completely fucked me over.

My brain decided to give me another story idea. Which would be great, except it's one of those ideas that you just cannot thing about later, that you have to think about now.

So durring this competition I am royaly screwed, because all of my time is going into planning for another book. Planning that pretty much goes as thus: *Read Read Read* *Think Think Think* *Write Two Words*

Again. And again. And again.

Fuck you friend. And, more importantly, fuck you brain.