Women seem wicked when you're alone

"Don't you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go someplace where you don't know a soul? Sometimes I feel like doing that. I really really want to do it sometimes. So, like, say you whisked me away somewhere far far away. I'd make a pile of babies for you as tough as little bulls. And we'd all live happily ever after, rolling on the floor."

NPR challenged me to quote written words that will transcend the test of time. It was the anniversary of the publication of the Bard's sonnets. They may have been printed against his will. All those lovely words that no writer will ever trump being force published. How could he not have known the onslaught effect of his creation? How can anything so lovely go against will?

California is a binary mess. The people cry foul. The people cry fair. The former assert that their rights and liberties have been pulled out from beneath them. When finally they had set the table in storms Proposition 8 - a hefty drunk of an abusive father who pounds his fists in some Right Wing Papa's Waltz. So we can keep our marriages? What of our friends and neighbors? What's to come of a community so ruthlessly divided?

And queue our second camp, the latter. They assert, with straight posture and forefarthered wisdom that we haven't any right to disrupt the will of the people.

The Will. Of the People.

See here's where things get hazy for me. What have these people willed my one-day offspring? Hatred and intolerance? Yes it's true. The people of California decided, as an entity to outlaw Gay Marriage. But it's also true that not all people voted in favor of Proposition 8. Since when has the word of the majority been a testament to truth? Can we recall the Catholic Crusades? One religion is obviously not all religions. Bloody Mary would get no further than North Korea, when once her words dictated the will of the people. More Hutus than Tutsi's lobbed machettes in the Rwandan Genocide. That was the will of the Hutu. The Holocaust, the Japanese Internment Camps, The Red Scare, EVERY WAR WE HAVE EVER HAD.

In effort to amass a crowd there has to be some will.
But there will always be some dissent.

So we may have will. And we may be mighty in number, but who is to say what is right and wrong?

If there was a Prop to overturn Suffrage or Abolition movements would we say it's just because Right Wing eccentrics have powers of persuasion?

When do we remove ourselves from the principles of voting booths and ballot numbers and ask the simple question: does this REALLY seem fair to you?

People are people are people.
For the Mormon's who glided on the Prop 8 parade float let me ask you this: Don't you think your God, (he/she/it) would be reduced to tears, totally crippled in happiness, to see his/her/it's creation full of so much beautiful love? Be it man and woman, woman and woman, man and man and every gendered identity in between? Isn't that the grand design? Aren't we here to do well and love? Love and honor? So what is love with hate and biggotry and restriction?

I don't subscribe to your God, proponents of Proposition 8. Instead, I subscribe to our forefather's notion of a just and verdant life. We have taken strides to balance and grow. I think it time that you reassess the meaning of will, as either a forthcoming offering or a conviction and recognize that the two relay a stronger message than a book or vote.

And that's on you.