Your choice affected people's lives.
Your inking "yes" took away rights from an entire group of people.
You took away rights.
Read it again.
YOU took away rights.
And, if you don't understand this, you make me really sad.
But my arms remain open to you because I'd rather try to educate you than have you remain staunch about your vote.
This entry isn't going to be about Prop 8, but I do want to say that my friends are awesome, and you should read what they have to say.
Of note is Sable Crow's most recent tale about protesting and actually changing the mind of one individual with whom he had an impromptu hour-long conversation. If this story doesn't make you want to add him to your Google Reader, I don't know what will. This entry may be even more eye-opening than the one I linked yesterday.
I also encourage you to read Glam's take on what it means to vote no on Prop 8 while still being devout. You can believe in God and still be against Prop 8. The two are not mutually exclusive, and hiding behind the shroud of religion is cowardly.
And that is my Repeal Prop 8 spiel of the day.
Now on to basketball!
Last night, we went to watch the Clippers with our friends, Mr. and Mrs. Nittany.
Can you say nosebleed? Yeah!
At least the opponents were the Houston Rockets. I was excited to see Yao Ming. He is really something. Tons of Chinese people came out to see Yao.
The Clippers use really weird graphics. This Godzilla with a sombrero accompanied the "DEFENSE" chant.
I was more impressed by these little girls at halftime than I was by the
As usual, I had a caramel apple with nuts. Best thing at the Staples Center.
Funny how one L.A. team is so good, and the other is...not.