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because the GLBT needs all the support they can get. The haters are many, not on DU, but they're out there....
Just between you and me (nobody else reads DU 
, I'm waiting for the day they denounce marriage - like most of us married straights have done. It ain't what it was cracked up to be. Maybe gays are smart enough to marry people with the same interests, or at least, non-conflicting ones.
In my day we married for what we thought was love but was really to get out of our parent's home..
And fucking reagan stuck us with that bastard. scalia is a reagan appointee. He's part of the reagan curse left behind on all our heads.
But, just as reagan did, one of these days he'll be gone, too. He won't live forever either. And we will be RID of HIM, AS WELL!!!!!
When he goes, I won't celebrate - cuz it'll make me feel guilty. But I will be relieved and grateful as all-get-out. I remember when reagan died. I'd come to think of him as perhaps the closest we've come to having, for real, "The Thing That Would Not Die." My first reaction was "he DID? Finally? Thought I'd never live to see the day." Part of me had wondered if maybe this was a man who'd actually made a deal with the Devil - for how many victories he had that were adverse to the general population (especially those in the greatest need). How MANY strokes of luck he had - that wound up screwing the rest of us (except for all his rich business-and-industry friends). How MANY times the the dealer dealt the cards and he just magically got four aces or a royal flush or something - about 90 percent of the time. Luck ALWAYS broke his way. NOBODY gets a track record like that. EVERYTHING went his way. For him and his sneaky scandalous criminal friends and rip-off scammers and trickle-down CON-artists and big-ass industrial polluters and titans of industry grabbing for all the money and benefits and tax cuts on which they could gluttonize themselves. And the rest of us got it in the shorts. He HAD to have made some deal with the Devil, way back whenever. Nobody had luck like that - that I could remember. And as a radio news anchor, I had long since grown tired and fed-up with having to type out (and then read) the words - "thus-n-such will happen if president reagan gets his way" and dammit, it ALWAYS ended up with "president reagan got his way..." FUCK that was a miserable time. Son-of-a-bitch almost ALWAYS got his fucking selfish greedy short-sighted mean-spirited thoughtless damn way.
And for the rest of the day, I listened to the coverage, and I went around all day with a little smile on my face. There was, for me, a sense of relief, deep gratitude, and quiet contentment all day. That was a golden day. That was a quietly spectacular and deeply satisfying day.
reagan finally gave up the ghost on June 5th, 2004. Liberation Day.
And no I did not yell and scream and hoot and dance and raise my fist in the air. But I did find myself humming "Ding Dong the Witch is Dead..." fairly frequently!
