Wednesday, September 01, 2004
The BFG? No! The RNC.
As most of you know, I am currently in the middle of surviving the Republican National Convention. Over the past couple of weeks, all NY’ers were warned to get out of the city during the event. “The subways will be shut down! It will be mass chaos! A bomb will surely explode in your face!” Most NYC dwellers believed these rumors and high tailed it to safer ground. I, on the other hand, am a proud administrative assistant and we are not provided such luxuries.
Turns out, this IS the week to be a commuter in the city. There is no one around! I get a seat every time I enter the subway. The busses, so empty that I could stretch out and jerk my dick without even being noticed. Ok, not entirely true as I was busted by an undercover cop. Instead of writing me a ticket, he asked if he could drink my sperm like a tall glass of milk. I, obviously, obliged.
I’ve spent a good amount of time watching the convention on television. Gosh, Republicans. For a gay man living in America, is there any group scarier? Watching Rudy Guiliani scream from his podium that “we must continue to hunt down and seek revenge on the terrorists who caused 9/11” makes me cringe with an uncomfortable fear. But worse yet is the seemingly normal men and women who begin chanting and screaming like blood thirsty maniacs.
I’ve always been a passive person who believes in complete non-violence. For a year after 9/11, I tried to pretend that I was just as out for revenge as everyone else. But in truth, I was really just sad. Sad for a very long time. Maybe it’s because I didn’t personally know anyone that died as a result of the attack or maybe it’s because I’ve been raised to be a forgiving person. In either case, the image of thousands of Republicans screaming and chanting for the heads of those responsible will be something that will stick with me for a long time. If anger keeps these adults alive, then sobeit. But this kid has learned the art of forgiveness.
The one thing about the convention that has indeed pissed me off is the frequency with which I’ve heard Republicans say that they “don’t support Bush’s domestic issues”, but they “do support the war in Iraq”. That’s all well and good except for the fact that Bush’s beliefs on abortion and gay rights are so wrong and evil. I’ve never heard so many people from a political party say that they disagree with the canidates views, but will still vote him in as a leader in the coming election. huh? Wait…HUH?!?
Overall, it is going to be a tight election this year. I’m already planning the hordourves I’m gonna serve while America is glued to the television, awaiting the final outcome of our next leader.
In any case, it’s been very nice to have a quiet city to live in this week. The city may be full of close minded monsters, but it’s never felt so open and care free in all my time living here. Ironic?
HELL yes.
As most of you know, I am currently in the middle of surviving the Republican National Convention. Over the past couple of weeks, all NY’ers were warned to get out of the city during the event. “The subways will be shut down! It will be mass chaos! A bomb will surely explode in your face!” Most NYC dwellers believed these rumors and high tailed it to safer ground. I, on the other hand, am a proud administrative assistant and we are not provided such luxuries.
Turns out, this IS the week to be a commuter in the city. There is no one around! I get a seat every time I enter the subway. The busses, so empty that I could stretch out and jerk my dick without even being noticed. Ok, not entirely true as I was busted by an undercover cop. Instead of writing me a ticket, he asked if he could drink my sperm like a tall glass of milk. I, obviously, obliged.
I’ve spent a good amount of time watching the convention on television. Gosh, Republicans. For a gay man living in America, is there any group scarier? Watching Rudy Guiliani scream from his podium that “we must continue to hunt down and seek revenge on the terrorists who caused 9/11” makes me cringe with an uncomfortable fear. But worse yet is the seemingly normal men and women who begin chanting and screaming like blood thirsty maniacs.
I’ve always been a passive person who believes in complete non-violence. For a year after 9/11, I tried to pretend that I was just as out for revenge as everyone else. But in truth, I was really just sad. Sad for a very long time. Maybe it’s because I didn’t personally know anyone that died as a result of the attack or maybe it’s because I’ve been raised to be a forgiving person. In either case, the image of thousands of Republicans screaming and chanting for the heads of those responsible will be something that will stick with me for a long time. If anger keeps these adults alive, then sobeit. But this kid has learned the art of forgiveness.
The one thing about the convention that has indeed pissed me off is the frequency with which I’ve heard Republicans say that they “don’t support Bush’s domestic issues”, but they “do support the war in Iraq”. That’s all well and good except for the fact that Bush’s beliefs on abortion and gay rights are so wrong and evil. I’ve never heard so many people from a political party say that they disagree with the canidates views, but will still vote him in as a leader in the coming election. huh? Wait…HUH?!?
Overall, it is going to be a tight election this year. I’m already planning the hordourves I’m gonna serve while America is glued to the television, awaiting the final outcome of our next leader.
In any case, it’s been very nice to have a quiet city to live in this week. The city may be full of close minded monsters, but it’s never felt so open and care free in all my time living here. Ironic?
HELL yes.
