We're insensitive to others' privacy apparently.

I am stealing this from Joe.My.God. Sorry Joe! I'll link you to show that I'm doubly sorry.

http://joemygod.blogspot.com/2010/12/porno-pete-on-dadt-repeal.html

And for those of you too lazy to actually GO THERE:

They will sue to get benefits [and] they will sue to get the same married housing as straight soldiers and so you're going to have a situation where you find yourself faced with this question of your kids being exposed to homosexual behavior in the house next door. Obama and gays have shown that they care more about the sensitivities of gay and lesbian soldiers than they do about the privacy rights of the majority of normal soldiers. I don't really think Obama respects the troops. He respects the gay activists and he wants to implement his agenda as fast as he can -- and that's what he's doing.

- Pete LaBarbera, head of the SPLC-certified hate group, Americans For Truth About Homosexuality.

Again, oodles of thanks to Joe.

I'll hop right in and tear this to pieces. Of course we'll sue to get benefits. To do otherwise would be to continue tolerating an injustice. We're fighting for equal rights here, not semi-equal rights. Not pseudo-equal rights. FULLY equal rights. Anything else can go fuck off.

Of course we'll sue to get the same married housing as straight soldiers. If we're married to a soldier, to not give us this housing would be discriminatory. As for kids being exposed to homosexual behavior in the house next door, we're exposed to your heterosexual behavior basically everywhere. I think your kids can handle seeing two men/women kiss at the front door. It's not like we're gonna start rutting on the porch. And if some of us do, I'm SURE there's straight couples who've done the same.

Privacy rights of the majority of "normal" soldiers. What? How does me making out with someone violate the privacy rights of others? When I went to high school I got to see straight couples making out in the hallways nearly every day. I felt like I was the one invading THEIR privacy, not the other way round. I also happen to see straight couples holding hands/kissing/cuddling in public every day I go outside. I still don't feel my privacy rights being violated. No, dear Petey, what you're feeling is disgust and hatred. Which doesn't equal your privacy rights being violated.

How does Obama not respect the troops? I think he's placed a huge amount of trust in them. Trust that they'll carry out this policy with the highest level of honor that our troops have shown in the past. Trust that they'll continue to do their jobs perfectly, without regard to their comrades being straight or gay. This isn't disrespectful, quite the opposite.

Now believe me, I am quite happy that DADT is finally gone. But Obama implementing his agenda as fast as he can? This is, sadly, the most laughable thing he said. At least he saved it for last? Obama promised to repeal DADT (which he's finally done) among a SLEW of other things for our community. I believe we're still waiting on ENDA? Yep. Still waiting on it. Obama's course of action up to now has been to support gay rights, but not really do anything about it. And it's unlikely that he's going to change that.

So Petey, ol' boy ol' pal, care to say something intelligent? No? Of course not. I expect too much of you.

My First Dinner

We’ve developed a rule at my house, due in no small part to the laziness of myself and my older brother, that everyone has to cook dinner at least once a week. To spare our “aged and decrepit” mother (HER WORDS!) the effort of doing it. Meh, doesn’t bother me. I’m off at school most of the time so I’m exempt. OR SO I THOUGHT.

Even after the semester ended I was exempt due to strenuous work hours. My task-master of an aunt owns a chocolate shop, and as you can imagine it gets quite busy around Christmas. Just today I made about 20 solid chocolate 3D reindeer, only to have them all sold less than 40 minutes after I left. You fuckers all need to start buying something else before I find you and shove a chocolate reindeer up your ass.

Anyways, I decided to cook my usual speciality of scrambled eggs. This is a pretty boring dish, so I spiced it up a bit by adding chicken, and a red and green pepper. It was for dinner, we needed some meat. I usually say that. But who knew that cutting peppers could be so EXHAUSTING? I was tired halfway through the red one. Having already worked out all my anger at the chocolate shop customers on the red pepper, I decided to skip slicing up a tomato as well (it was part of the original plan). I turn my tired arms onto the labor of cutting the green pepper. Damn it took forever.

I got home around 5:30 and started preparing the meal around 5:45. I smartly asked for already diced chicken to cook into the eggs. Cuz fuck, I wasn’t gonna cut the damn thing myself. After finishing with the peppers, I threw the chicken into some olive oil onto the stove. I was quite unsure of myself, having never really cooked anything before. I miraculously managed not to burn the house down. Right now you’re almost as surprised as I was.

My family seems to think that my regular scrambled eggs are a gift from god. I have one secret ingredient and I won’t tell you what it is. Except that it’s copious amounts of shredded cheddar cheese added to the eggs while they’re still in liquid form. Trust me. Or not. Whatever. While the chicken was cooking, I started crackin eggs. And throwing in cheese. I’m really not sure how much I put in, but it was at least half a bag. If you don’t like cheese, don’t eat my eggs.

The chicken takes forever to get cooked enough (in my opinion anyways, hell if I know if it actually was) so I add the peppers to the chicken. The eggs are also all mixed up (with the cheese, this is important) so I throw them onto the stove as well. They seem to take forever to heat up as well. I’m impatient for my food after a long day at work. Me wanty eaty. It’s dragging closer and closer to 7 at this point, which is when we usually eat. The ravenous wolves (my mother and cousin) are circling. I can tell it’ll be flesh off my bones if dinner isn’t ready soon.

I utter prayers to every deity I can think of that likes we gays. Madonna, Cher, all the biggies. I even threw in Jane Lynch to be safe. The combined might of these gods act to finish cooking my chicken and vegetables, so I toss them into the eggs which are finally starting to congeal. Sadly, adding the extras makes them cook slower. I throw caution to the winds and turn up the burner. I’m writing this from my house, so it obviously avoided being burned down. Twice in one night! If it were sentient it’d think it had won the lottery.

I served the eggs just in time to save myself from a cannibalistic death. I’m quite proud. My favorite quote of the night came from my mom:

Mom - “Kevin, where did you get the recipe for this?”
Kevin - “I pulled it outta the seat of my pants.”

Turkey Trot

What better way to celebrate Thanksgiving than to run a 5k race in the morning to burn off those calories you’re going to eat later?  Added benefits if no one else in your family runs it!
“Oh I can’t wait to eat all this food!”
“You can’t eat as much as me, didn’t I mention that I ran a 5k this morning?  I need those calories more than you.”
“Yes I know, you’ve told me 12 times.  Jackass.”
Besides irritating your relatives, it does give you a great excuse to pig out.  And you won’t gain weight because you just burned all those calories just this morning!