Super Stupid

Well…yeah! It’s really that simple, don’tcha know! I mean, everytime I see a gay couple holding hands I wanna turn gay, because it just looks so cool, despite all the hatred and harassment and viloence that’s directed at people who “chose” that “lifestyle”. Yep, it’s as easy to turn gay as it is to pick out a pair of socks in the morning. Thanks, rwnj’s for beating that dead horse.

After all, it is Mississippi. I see where they require dates to be of “opposite” sex, in contrast to “different” sex, but I’ll let them wrestle with that distinction.Maybe the decision would have been different if she’d asked to bring a German shepherd or a donkey of the opposite sex.

The stupid part of this is that I remember dancing with my girlfriends when our dates were off getting DRUNK or acting like jerks or just off hanging out with other guys.How fearful is the school district that they had to send out a memo prior to the prom about your date has to be the opposite sex? AND, how stupid are they? These girls at least won’t be fucking in the limo or in the back seat of a car after the prom and getting pregnant or something. Shouldn’t that be a concern for these prejudiced, narrow-minded people??? Sorry for being a bit blunt/crude.

Me too! Me too! I want to be a lesbian!!!

My picks for this season will be all heirloom plants:1. Black Plum2. Mortgage Lifter3. Brandywine (pink variety)4. Paul Robesonordered the seeds and hope to start under a grow light next week in the basement. Plan to try these “grow bags” the 20 gallon size with a mix of 1/3 vermiculite, 1/3 peat moss, and 1/3 organic compost. I have found that tomatoes grow much better in large containers than in soil as long as the roots to not get over heated. The grow bags are supposedly porous and allow air in, excess water out, and promote optimal root growth. I’ll try anything for the perfect tomato. I have given up on hybrids from the local hardware store after stumbling upon a heirloom Mortgage Lifter that was at a garden shop. The tomatoes were huge and had that old school flavor. I saved the seeds from some of the better fruit but while cleaning off my desk inadvertently threw the napkin they were drying in into the garbage.

Off topic, but I see where Tiger Woods has hired Ari Fleischer as a consultant to help him “plot his comeback”.Match made in heaven, what can possibly go wrong?

Oh, this is so fucking ridiculous. I guess they are trying to maintain that classic American tradition of going home from prom with vomit and semen stains on your dress. It must be only in college that girls dance together and get rewarded for it.

Cancel prom because there was a lesbian couple that wanted to attend?Who fuckin cares if they’re lesbians? I guess the school board does. I bet the students dont give a damn.I can just picture a school board meeting in my head with a bunch of arch conservative parents demanding teh gays not be allowed around their perfect children.

Mississippi? Get out!

When I was going through flight school there in the late 80s/early 90s the one black guy (yeah one and that’s a different problem) in the program had to transfer to a different training site due to the open, hostile racism.

Oh yeah, he transferred to Texas where it wasn’t as bad – hard to fathom

Actually, it’s worse than just a lesbian couple wanting to attend their prom: one of them was planning to wear a tuxedo! Oh, the humanity!Good freaking grief.

Well, c’mon, people. If they allow lesbians in the prom, what’s next? Someone bringing a pig to dance with? Oh, wait. I forgot–it’s Mississippi. Scratch that. Nevermind.

As stupid as this incendent is, I think Tiger Woods hiring Ari Fleischer tops it.

Completely off-topic, but this was being passed around on my e-mail chain. It’s one of the best Dkos diaries I’ve ever read.http://www.dailykos.com/story/2010/3/11/845087/-If-Dennis-Kucinich-Were-President…Ha-Ha-Ha!Oh, and regarding the bigots cancelling the prom…I must confess, I did not attend my high school prom. No, I had a date to go see the awful Godzilla flick that night with some schoolmates (a few juniors included). It was about twenty of us. We ragged on the movie all night, and disturb people in the audience with our shenanigans. After, we went to a local buffet and pigged the hell out on Chinese food (among other dishes like pizza and such), horse-playing all the while. We then went to a friend’s house and chilled, mostly watching comedy shows and music videos. We reminisced about our years in school. We laughed, we damn-near cried, and we all had a good time. It was about 3am when the festivities ended.What was that thing we were SUPPOSED to go to again?At school three days later, all who partook in our so-called “festivities” reminisced about what took place two nights prior. Our prom-going friends informed us that the only thing we missed was two cases of synchronized Macarena (one fast, one slow), and one of our bonehead friends getting arrested for disorderly conduct (he fought with a security guard or something).We made our own memories AWAY from the status quo.Now…if nitwitted bigots feel the need to deprive all the schoolkids of the privilege of attending a, perhaps, stuffy “prom” setting, let ‘em. The kids will figure out that THEY make the prom, disperse, and come up with events that not only outshine any moment they would have had at the little shindig, it will remain all their own, without the taint of a questionable authority staring down and waiting to be revered.

Lesbian high-schoolers slow-dancing is the first step down the slippery slope of people marrying their pets, Bob. Haven’t you heard?I just want to attend the school board meeting and serve some shrimp, because they’re an “abomination” in Leviticus too.

How soon before these girls get threats from the rest of the senior class for “ruining” their big night?

Was that Tomato thing spam? I’m not sure how that correlated unless we’re growing tomatoes to throw at idiot school boards. Lesbians at a school dance? THAT’S never happened before.

No lifeguards in the gene pools down there.Cue the dueling banjo players.