Catfood and Who Marries Who

The convergence of American and Islamic Idio-fundamentalism continues unabated, with their continuing primary concern being the control over female bodies by men: on the one hand, we have the 'gay marriage' debate, which is really just a matter of saying "men should own women, because that's what god wants", and on the other hand, we have moronic catfood justifications of rape.

Today's 'quote of the day' from our local hometown blogger is from Trotsky: " The historic ascent of humanity, taken as a whole, may be summarized as a succession of victories of consciousness over blind forces "

I think that Trotsky was idealistically overlooking the common occurrence of defeats in this same struggle. We have a man-made disaster (gender reference intentional) of historic proportions occurring in the world today, and yet our American voters are going to keep these crazed zealots in power because some people of the same gender want to get married!

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