People,

(Warning: This entry is not funny)

I hate George Bush, his radical agenda, the warmongers on his staff and the time machine that he is forcing us all into. "Welcome to 1950! Coloreds and Fruits in the back!!!"

I'm profoundly hurt by it. I really am. The kind of hurt that you just can't shake.

So here's what I'm thinking. Fuck Bush's talk of family values and the American way, with two cars, a garage, a dog and non-pot smoking kids. True family is hard to come by and is what you make of it, people. For instance, my daily family right now consists of my wonderful fiancee Sarah, my best friend Brendo, my other best friend/former drinking buddy MCAT, my good buddy Fantelope, H-Bomb and Rocking Robin upstairs and the newest addition, my younger brother Jack. For the most part we aren't related and/or traditional, but I think we function better than 99% of the families in this country. We take care of each other, providing guidance in the hard times and celebrating the good ones. We go to each other's shows, we support each other's work and dreams and we give each other lots of shoulders to cry on.

And you know what? This "family" may be many things, but it sure ain't cookie cutter white picket fence. For instance:

-My brother is gay and it makes me want to bash Republicans' faces in when they talk about how he's bought himself a one way ticket to hell or when he tells me the shit he gets for being different.

-I was an alcoholic and work hard every day to make up for the pain I caused a lot of people.

-Brendo farts a lot.

-Sarah has endured hardships too horrible to even mention.

-Fantelope? Well, he's sick a lot but he's is one calming motherfucker. He also helped me buy my first motorcycle, so he gets points for that.

My point? Their is no picket fence. their is no two car garage with a happy puppy out front. There is no fucking Leave it to Beaver.

Life is Hard. Really Hard. And if you can peacefully figure out some way to make it easier by surrounding yourself with good people (no matter who they are) like I think we have done at 26 Warwick Street then I think you win. To me, the American family can be two lesbian women and a baby, an African American with two Chinese Mail order brides and a baby elephant, one lady and seventy three goldfish, whatever...and how dare anyone question that?

Why make it harder to get by when getting by is hard enough?

I don't believe in God but I am praying my ass off for Rehnquist...