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ferret
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you know what? we need a gay president, wouldn't that be awesome? lol
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karl the weed
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psh. this contry is so full of disrimination, that by the time thats ready to happen the US will be ancient history. this contry is so full of disrimination
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breygris
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that would make me the happiest monkey in Texas.
I nominate Ferret! ;)
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a thimble in time
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How about a woman president?
Or a non-white male president.
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celestias shadow
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having a gay president would make me very, very happy.
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stork daddy
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i'd be happy if we could manage a competent president
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The Spork
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Hey!
Let's not set the bar too high now. Especially not after the drastic lowering it's gone through in the last two and a half years.
Although I have an idea that would make the Fundies like Fred Phelps and Pat Robertson so incensed they'd either go into open revolt or leave the country and then they wouldn't be so hard to spot, root out or marginalize the way they'd like to do to everyone else:
A Competent, Gay Non-White Transexual
Someone who could be President and First Lady all in one.
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celestias shadow
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or, they might explode. that would be entertaining.... *waits hopefully. goes to get popcorn. resumes waiting*
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Saint
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I don't qualify because i was born overseas (long story)
But if i could, I'd run.
And let's not talk about repealing the clause in the Constitution that prevents people like me from becoming president, because on the upside it also keeps Ahhnold from becoming president too.
And yes, the last few months have caused me to switch.
No, not from being gay, you silly bunch but from being - Gasp! Shock! Horror! - a Republican.
My Dad nearly cried, he was so happy.
After all, from all the hardcore wingnuts who seem to be dominating the Party lately, it feels like trying to be a Gay_Republican would be like trying to be a black member of the KKK
And don't get me started on Andrew Sullivan (read the some republican friendly blogs, you'll see what a hopeless twat he is)
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a thimble in time
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Hey Spork, as long as he doesn't have any skeletons in the closet, he can have my vote.
(I'm not too big about necrophiliacs.)
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Saint
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Wow, THAT was out of left field.
Just because someone's gay doesn't make them any more likely to get it on with any members of the dearly departed than anyone else.
I know it's getting close to Halloween and all, but... ewwww.
I like my men live and throbbing, personally.
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a thimble in time
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I am someone who spends a great deal of time thinking about the profundity of banal terms. The almost cliche, "to have a skeleton in the closet," is used daily, usually in regards to the "hidden" misdeeds of politicians. Almost all of us have heard this saying before, and, as intended, we interpret it as a metaphor. But what if meaning was in this case less abstract and more exact. For example, try to visualize a literal 'skeleton in the closet'. It's pretty harrowing. Reflecting further, I ask: Where did this skeleton come from and why is it there?
I once read a short story by William Faulkner, "A Rose For Emily".
For years, Emily's house wreaked from a repugnant, albeit, mysterious oder. When old Emily finally passed on they found the corpse of her long-dead husband sleeping on a bed located in the upstairs of the house. I shall quote the original.
"For a long while we just stood there, looking down at the profound and fleshless grin. The body had apparently once lain in the attitude of an embrace, but now the long sleep that outlasts love, that conquers even the grimace of love, had cuckolded him. What was left of him, rotted
beneath what was left of the nightshirt, had become inextricable from the bed in which he lay;
and upon him and upon the pillow beside him lay that even coating of the patient and biding dust.
Then we noticed that in the second pillow was the indentation of a head. One of us lifted something from it, and leaning forward, that faint and invisible dust dry and acrid in the
nostrils, we saw a long strand of iron-gray hair."
Emily was a "monument" to a bygone era. In her little southern town of Jefferson, the residents paid homage to Ms. Emily's heritage. Little did they know, but a real skeleton lurked in her closet.
At the end of the day, we usually identify the "skeleton in the closet" as the victim of an unsolved murder. But like Faulkner, or more likely because of him, I imagine other possible origins and uses for the hidden corpse. This has nothing to do with blatant prejudice or buried bigotry, I'm just very open-minded when it comes to skeletons.
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x.
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we need a mexican bisexual female pagan for a presedent
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super mike
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word
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citizen of tomorrow
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i'd vote for that.
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No one is ready for this world...
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My people are still crawling out of our metaphysical caverns, because we were barricaded inside by the rest of y'all for millennia. Not a one of us is ready for such a responsibility, not a one of us!
Granted, none of you are ready either.
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Strideo
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I say old chap! Quite right!
We could use a president who is merry and bright!
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