hate crimes should be misdemeanors…
seriously.
why is it that hate crimes are punishable to the fullest extent of the law, but love crimes go unnoticed, unchecked?
you want to protect your kids? don’t worry about the biggots and druggies of the world tempting them…screw the “stranger danger” talk or teaching them how to put a condom on a banana…teach them about casanova, not hitler.
when your kid’s teacher assigns a book report, take opportunity to pull out that dusty box in the top of the closet full of love letters…i propose [pun fully intended] a sit in on the white house steps until congress caves in and pushes a bill that punishes love crimes to the fullest extent [again, pun] of the law…
ok, ok…i’m not bitter *wink*…if we could place a ‘punishment-fits-the-crime’ on love crimes, eye-batting for an eye-batting, tit-for-tat…we’d have to raise [ok, just fill in the puns where you see fit] taxes to build new jails on the moon, mars…we’d even have to get NASA to give pluto back…there would be no one left on the outside to even perform the hate-crimes on…and we’d have a surplus of cross to burn and sheets to wear…i guess the world really does balance things out…
a very wise woman (stacy) once left me with a maya a. quote that has always stayed with me “when someone shows you who they are the first time, believe him…”
does a leopard really never change its spots? or is it just that the leopard print is just SO last season? but like the sequined hot pants still hanging in the back of my closet…leopard print may just recycle and come back around again…so i hang on to them “just in case”…not really, the hot-pants are still in my closet to take out and try on from time to time to guage the status of my physique…to make sure i can still pull them off, fill them out…that they still “fit”…and when leopard print does make its way around again, i’ll already be way ahead of that 700$ pair of jimmy choos sporting my recylcled print…only, mine will be “vintage”…original, fully broken in…
i’m not bitter, i’m not broken or beaten down…i’m just a girl who still fits in her hot pants.
