In an attempt to streamline my online persona, I will consolidate my blogs and only post on Feet in the Paint. This Tumblr will stay up but don’t expect much action until I find another use for it. Thanks for following!
“Kids” - MGMT
My sexy bike.
Into the wild
If you look closely, you’ll see that I’m trying to lick C’s hand.
MKE tennis courts by the lake
A gutter in Foster City, CA
I think this amazing quote from Joe the Plumber says it all:
Queer means strange and unusual. It’s not like a slur, like you would call a white person a honky or something like that. You know, God is pretty explicit in what we’re supposed to do—what man and woman are for. Now, at the same time, we’re supposed to love everybody and accept people, and preach against the sins. I’ve had some friends that are actually homosexual. And, I mean, they know where I stand, and they know that I wouldn’t have them anywhere near my children.
So much of this is perfect—including the idea that “honkey” is the worst slur Joe can think of. But his attitude toward not letting “queers” around his children, is oddly reminiscent. Much as the racist demagouges of yore convinced themselves that the highest aim of black maledom was to bed their fugly-ass daughters, Joe the Plumber is convinced that the highest aim of all queerdom is to spend some time with his snotty-nosed brats.
He’s indicative of a demographic that has long been ill-served by its leadership. That works out well for the leadership—at least initially. But over the long-term, the trouble with ignorance is that it trades the “now” for the future. You’re betting that those who come after you won’t wise up. How’s that working out?
