South Park

Last night's episode was insane as usual. The guys are still bringin' it.

Sully does them justice.

America! Fuck yeah.

Sullivan has been running a series of letters from his readers called "The View From Your Recession" and has posted some doozies.

The latest is here. When successful, gainfully employed people have to rent rooms in their home, cut out every single thing above baseline spending (get rid of cable, newspapers, eating out, etc.), and still entertain dropping their health coverage, you have a serious problem. If they do that, all one of them needs is a minor hospitalization and you add $25000 in medical bills to the pile.

And still, Republicans call health care "entitlement spending," and will blame any subsequent bankruptcy on that couple's laziness or irresponsibility. (AND THEY'RE GHEY!!!!!)

Fuck you, GOP. Fuck you.

Here are some more in the series:
http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/2009/03/the-view-fro-26.html
http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/2009/03/the-view-fro-22.html
http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/2009/03/the-view-fro-28.html
http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/2009/03/the-view-fro-21.html
http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/2009/03/the-view-from-2.html
http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/2009/03/the-view-fro-11.html
http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/2009/03/the-view-fro-14.html
http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/2009/03/the-view-from-4.html

{cue Monthy Python's Always Look at the Bright Side of Life}

Civil unions vs. religious marriage

Wonderful post.

What a beautiful day

I voted this morning before work, and it went quite well. I live in a suburb of a small city, so I didn't expect the kind of nightmare crowds people have been reporting all over the country, and I was right. The gym was more crowded than I've ever seen it, mind you, but from parking to driving away a mere 18 minutes elapsed. It would have been under 10 minutes, but the couple in front of me had three small children to wrangle while they each took their turns.

My town is broken up into 15 voting sections, so I headed over to table 15 and signed the log book as the guy checked off that I was the 84th person to vote that morning at that table. He then gave me a large poster of the ballot layout. This is a souvenir!


I took my place in line and looked around. I saw a lot of smiling faces, a lot of volunteers, and the multigenerational black family (8 people of voting age plus some kids) at table 14. As each one came out of the booth (I think about 5 made it in and out while I waited), the others laughed and applauded and there were tears and group-hugs all around. That was it. I had my election memory. I almost choked up myself.

After the couple in front of me was done, I stepped forward, but back in time:

Levers, baby, levers.

That exact model, too. I flipped my choices, pulled the lever back to the left, and was out of there in no time.

My duty is done. Now I have to sit through work all day, and I can't stand it! I want to time-warp ahead to 9pm tonight.

Andrew Sullivan is collecting stories at his place, and he's had some great reader contributions so far. Check him out. And don't miss his endorsement. It's a great piece.