I usually don’t do political posts. Politics make me grumpy, and there are lots of good political blogs out there that say what needs to be said better than I can. But here is my answer to California’s infamous, anti-civil-rights Prop 8 and the stupid decision by the state Supreme Court to uphold it.
Screw you, Prop 8!
Friday,May 29, 2009 by buddha
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Maybe you could get some work with Matel? I bet they would gasp at these pictures! LOL!
I’m sure Mattel fumes at what people do to their dolls. Getting decent clothes is the hard part. Whoever designs Barbie clothes went to the Sarah Palin school of bad taste.
you just happen to have a few barbie wedding dresses laying around…i love the wedding pictures!
Of course! And let me tell you it is hard finding Barbie clothes classy enough that they don’t look like Sarah Palin’s wardrobe.
I bet there are a bunch of boyscouts who’d LOVE these pictures (and some private play time w/ the dolls!).
One year when I was cooking for a geology field camp, one of the guys kept eying my redhead barbie because he said she reminded him of his wife, a redhead, who he missed a lot during the many weeks he was away from home. I had to keep an eye on him so he wouldn’t take my redhead.
hahaha
I was appalled by Prop 8. I really want to be able to count on the Supreme Courts of the nation to be intelligent and have good sense.
The nuttiness of your response is an appropriate commentary to this group of people and the decision they made.
Denial of basic rights because of ignorance and prejudice makes me embarrassed to belong to the human race.
You are so awesome.
So when are we doing the Obama waterboards Palin photo shoot????????
Anxiously waiting…………………………………………..
splish, slpash, I was waterboarding Palin, gasp, gag, barfing up water….
lol. I’ll get around to it eventually. My sister has been visiting. No time for photo shoots.
Your sister is visiting, excellent, good therapy time.
It was a great visit, but she just went back to Alaska, my best friend went back to Oregon, I gave the kittens to the Companion Animal Foundation for adoption, and my husband is out of town until Friday afternoon at least. Now I just feel sad and alone.
Awe. Well, my email is listed publically over at the flats if you wanna talk about revenge, baribies, dead flies and the like 🙂
The day I left really sucked didn’t it? The kitties, too! Kind of a shock – poof! Grab the camera and read up on medicine wheels. Now is the time that you can completely get away with being eccentric.
It was awful after everybody was gone. My head has been pounding for two days straight. I try to read some of the grief books I got at the library, but they make my head pound more and make me cry. Crying may be a good thing, but it doesn’t feel good.