Part of the reason that we have had a faith outreach in our campaigns is precisely because I don’t think the LGBT community or the Democratic Party is served by being hermetically sealed from the faith community and not in dialogue with a substantial portion of the electorate, even though we may disagree with them.
And you know, Atrios takes apart the know-it-all-ness of it, the condescension, but you know what I’m damn well tired of? Being told my concerns as a Democratic voter in a Democratic primary aren’t as important as those of “independents” or “centrists” or whatever it is we’re calling assholes who can’t make up their minds these days.
I’m getting really fucking sick of being told my concerns are out of reach because addressing them might piss off some whiny pussy who thinks it’s just too much for her to think about, the whole “equal protection under the law” thing, who equates co-existence with having something “shoved down my throat,” who thinks “other people might be uncomfortable” is a legitimate reason to refrain from letting right be done.
Good God. I am so TIRED of being second to these assholes, all the time, I am so tired, dead tired, and maybe this is my absolutely brutal hangover talking, but I am so fucking fucking fucking tired of coming in second to that constituency, to the caution, to the fear, to the equivocation, to the hedging, to the consultation and the achievable and the electable and the politically realistic, and if I could through the haze of my headache just offer the Obama camp (and the Clinton one while I’m at it, and everybody, really, running in this race) some advice right now?
YOU’RE IN A DEMOCRATIC PRIMARY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.
TRY GETTING DEMOCRATIC VOTES.
Try doing things that appeal to passionate, involved, activist Democrats.
Instead of making out with the fence-sitters, with the centrists, with the people who believe their ambivalence about the direction of the country makes them morally superior, instead of snuggling and braiding the hair of the jackasses who think their feelings of vague discomfort about the idea of buttsex and pride parades justify a betrayal of our country’s ideals through discrimination, why not give your winks and nods to the constituency that is going to get you fucking votes in Iowa and New Hampshire and yes, even in South Carolina, which I’m betting is just thrilled at being thought of as the home of bigoted hicks. Why not appeal to the people who are going to give you the nomination?
You want to wink and nod at a constituency? You want to send a message to people that they should give a flying fuck about you becoming their standard-bearer? Try that constituency, that message, because we’re getting damn tired of being told to lie back and take it and then give you your change.