On my drive home from Susan's place this evening, I passed at least 250 "Yes on 8" signs. About 40 or 50 of them were in road medians, on chain-link fences, or on other public land. Another 5 or so were in private front yards, and the remaining 200 were being waved in the air by 200 people lined up along both sides of the street in front of Sunrise Mall. It was probably the closest thing I'll ever experience to driving right through the center of a Ku Klux Klan meeting. Why must it be my area of California - the Central Valley - that is the prime producer not just of rice, peaches, plums, almonds, walnuts, and other edibles, but also of these creepy people with their bright yellow signs proclaiming that they believe they have every right to call off my wedding and end 16,000 other people's marriages? Who planted the yellow sign-wavers here and watered them until they grew this frighteningly big? Were they planted with the idea that they'd be edible, too? Can we please locate a very hungry monster that would be willing to hurry up and eat them all for us?
I've never believed in a God in the first place, but if I did, and if (in this alternate universe) Prop 8 passed on Tuesday, I would have to stop. These yellow sign-waving people just SO BADLY need to be made to deal with seeing their Homophobic God let them down on this issue. I'm so sick of hearing them say, "Prop 8 isn't about discrimination! It's about protecting our marriages!" No, idiots, it's about you destroying our marriages - nobody's attempting to destroy your marriages except your own spouses and selves and whoever you're cheating on each other with - and it's about you asserting that you have the right to decide what your own marriages are called ("marriages") and also to decide that our marriages are called something different ("not marriages"), which is the exact definition of discrimination.