Far be it from me to ever have a kind word to say about Patient Less Than Zero (seen above hugging the hubster) but there’s really no way to avoid it thanks to his latest Daily Beast post in which he most helpfully passes on a memo penned by top-ranking Republican adviser Jan Van Lohuizen
To those of us not privvy to the RNC’s inner circle it’s quite an interesting read:
“In view of this week’s news on the same sex marriage issue, here is a summary of recent survey findings on same sex marriage:
1. Support for same sex marriage has been growing and in the last few years support has grown at an accelerated rate with no sign of slowing down. A review of public polling shows that up to 2009 support for gay marriage increased at a rate of 1% a year. Starting in 2010 the change in the level of support accelerated to 5% a year. The most recent public polling shows supporters of gay marriage outnumber opponents by a margin of roughly 10% (for instance: NBC / WSJ poll in February / March: support 49%, oppose 40%).”
LOVE the “no sign of slowing down”!
“2. The increase in support is taking place among all partisan groups. While more Democrats support gay marriage than Republicans, support levels among Republicans are increasing over time. The same is true of age: younger people support same sex marriage more often than older people, but the trends show that all age groups are rethinking their position.”
Mind you this arrives mere days after Obama’s Big Announcement closely followed by Dinner with George
(George is apparently Barack’s Dick Cheney)
“3. Polling conducted among Republicans show that majorities of Republicans and Republican leaning voters support extending basic legal protections to gays and lesbians. These include majority Republican support for:
a. Protecting gays and lesbians against being fired for reasons of sexual orientation
b. Protections against bullying and harassment
c. Repeal of Don’t Ask Don’t Tell.
d. Right to visit partners in hospitals
e. Protecting partners against loss of home in case of severe medical emergencies or death
f. Legal protection in some form for gay couples whether it be same sex marriage or domestic partnership (only 29% of Republicans oppose legal recognition in any form).”
Got that? 29% of the party with fewer members among the voting public.
“Recommendation: A statement reflecting recent developments on this issue along the following lines:
“People who believe in equality under the law as a fundamental principle, as I do, will agree that this principle extends to gay and lesbian couples; gay and lesbian couples should not face discrimination and their relationship should be protected under the law. People who disagree on the fundamental nature of marriage can agree, at the same time, that gays and lesbians should receive essential rights and protections such as hospital visitation, adoption rights, and health and death benefits.”
More than anything else I despise the notion that our primary standard for being taken seriously as citizens is when we’re dying in the hospital.
“Other thoughts / Q&A: Follow up to questions about affirmative action:
“This is not about giving anyone extra protections or privileges, this is about making sure that everyone – regardless of sexual orientation – is provided the same protections against discrimination that you and I enjoy.”
Admirable sentiments — entirely unwelcome in the RNC as it’s currently constituted.
“Why public attitudes might be changing:
“As more people have become aware of friends and family members who are gay, attitudes have begun to shift at an accelerated pace. This is not about a generational shift in attitudes, this is about people changing their thinking as they recognize their friends and family members who are gay or lesbian.”
As I have said innumerable times our greatest political weapon is now and has always been being out and proud. In the past getting gays and lesbians to come out was like pulling teeth — with some people who I am ever-so-happy-to-name avoiding the dentist’s chair like the plague.
“As people who promote personal responsibility, family values, commitment and stability, and emphasize freedom and limited government we have to recognize that freedom means freedom for everyone. This includes the freedom to decide how you live and to enter into relationships of your choosing, the freedom to live without excessive interference of the regulatory force of government.”
But Mittens doesn’t take his memos from Jan Van Lohuizen. He takes them from Rick Santorum
“CNN) — Rick Santorum is urging Mitt Romney to “step up” and weaponize the issue of same-sex marriage.
“This is a very potent weapon, if you will, for Gov. Romney if he’s willing to step up and take advantage of a president who is very much out of touch with the values of America,” Santorum said in an eye-opening live interview with Arkansas TV station KARK, a CNN affiliate.
The former presidential candidate made the remarks before appearing at the Benton County Republican Lincoln Day Dinner in the northwest corner of the state Friday night. Santorum’s comments also came the night before Romney’s speech before the Christian conservative Liberty University in Virginia on Saturday.
Romney’s one time rival noted the recent results of a ballot issue in North Carolina where voters approved a constitutional amendment banning same-sex marriage.
“Hopefully Gov. Romney will continue to stand tall for his position on this issue and understand how detrimental it would be for society for it to have this changed,” Santorum also told the Arkansas station.
“Gov. Romney has to talk about his values,” he added. “That’s the most important thing.”
On Wednesday, President Barack Obama stated his support for same-sex marriage in reversal of his stance on the sensitive issue. Following the president’s comments, Romney seemed hesitant to take on what he called a “tender” subject, though he did reiterate his view that marriage should be between a man and a woman.
Santorum’s remarks also indicate the former Pennsylvania senator is not fully on board Romney’s team. After a bitter primary season battle, Santorum endorsed Romney in a lengthy email to his supporters. But Santorum did not actually state his endorsement until the tail end of the message.
When asked whether he would be interested in running as Romney’s running mate, Santorum demurred.
“It’s one thing you don’t campaign for — at least I’m not campaigning for,” Santorum said.”
And here, proving Mitt’s following Ricky’es example is his speech before the Fundie Fascist hordes at Jerry Falwell’s “Liberty University”
Interesting to note that Mitt’s address was dessert to the main course — “Liberty University’s” salute to Dan Cathay
the founder of
a Mormon company that puts a heafty amount of its profits into promoting homophobia.
Here’s the take-away from Mittens’ speech
“The American culture promotes personal responsibility, the dignity of work, the value of education, the merit of service, devotion to a purpose greater than self, and, at the foundation, the pre-eminence of the family. The power of these values is evidenced by a Brookings Institution study that Senator Rick Santorum brought to my attention. For those who graduate from high school, get a full-time job, and marry before they have their first child, the probability that they will be poor is 2%. But, if those things are absent, 76% will be poor. Culture matters.
As fundamental as these principles are, they may become topics of democratic debate. So it is today with the enduring institution of marriage. Marriage is a relationship between one man and one woman. The protection of religious freedom has also become a matter of debate. It strikes me as odd that the free exercise of religious faith is sometimes treated as a problem, something America is stuck with instead of blessed with. Perhaps religious conscience upsets the designs of those who feel that the highest wisdom and authority comes from government.”
Of course Mittens could have gone further. And he well might in future.
Hey Mittens, what do you think of this dude?
Here’s the poem by Barack Obama he dare not quote
Sitting in his seat, a seat broad and broken
In, sprinkled with ashes,
Pop switches channels, takes another
Shot of Seagrams, neat, and asks
What to do with me, a green young man
Who fails to consider the
Flim and flam of the world, since
Things have been easy for me;
I stare hard at his face, a stare
That deflects off his brow;
I’m sure he’s unaware of his
Dark, watery eyes, that
Glance in different directions,
And his slow, unwelcome twitches,
Fail to pass.
I listen, nod,
Listen, open, till I cling to his pale,
Beige T-shirt, yelling,
Yelling in his ears, that hang
With heavy lobes, but he’s still telling
His joke, so I ask why
He’s so unhappy, to which he replies . . .
But I don’t care anymore, cause
He took too damn long, and from
Under my seat, I pull out the
Mirror I’ve been saving; I’m laughing,
Laughing loud, the blood rushing from his face
To mine, as he grows small,
A spot in my brain, something
That may be squeezed out, like a
Watermelon seed between
Pop takes another shot, neat,
Points out the same amber
Stain on his shorts that I’ve got on mine and
Makes me smell his smell, coming
From me; he switches channels, recites an old poem
He wrote before his mother died,
Stands, shouts, and asks
For a hug, as I shink, my
Arms barely reaching around
His thick, oily neck, and his broad back; ’cause
I see my face, framed within
Pop’s black-framed glasses
And know he’s laughing too.”
So that’s supposed to be a poem about gay sex? Clearly Tapley’s discombobulated by the sight of an attractive African-American male in a position of power.
If he’s looking for a poem about gay sex he should go directly to W.H. Auden
” A Day For A Lay
It was a spring day, a day, a day for a lay when the air Smelled like a
locker-room, a day to blow or get blown. Returning from lunch I turned
my corner and there On a near-by stoop I saw him standing alone. I
glanced as I advanced. The clean white T-shirt outlined A forceful
torso, the light-blue denims divulged Much. I observed the snug curves
where they hugged the behind, I watched the crotch where the cloth
Our eyes met, I felt sick. My knees turned weak. I couldn’t move. I
didn’t know what to say. In a blur I heard words myself like a stranger
speak. “Will you come to my room?” Then a husky voice, “O.K.”
I produced some beer and we talked. Like a little boy He told me his
story. Present address next door. Half Polish half Irish The youngest.
From Illinois. Profession mechanic. Name Bud. Age twenty-four.
He put down his glass and stretched his bare arms along The back of my
sofa. The afternoon sunlight struck The blond hairs on the wrist near my
head. His chin was strong, His mouth sucky. I could hardly believe my
luck. And here he was sitting beside me, legs apart.
I could bear it no longer. I touched the inside of his thigh. His reply
was to move closer. I trembled. My heart Thumped and jumped as my
fingers went to his fly. I opened a gap in the flap. I went in there. I
sought for a slit in the gripper shorts that had charge Of the basket I
I came to warm flesh then to hair, I went on. I found what I hoped. I
groped. It was large. He responded to my fondling in a charming,
disarming way: Without a word he unbuckled his belt while I felt And
lolled back, stretching his legs. His pants fell away. Carefully drawing
it out, I beheld what I held.
The circumcised head was a work of mastercraft, With perfectly beveled
rim of unusual weight And the friendliest red. Even relaxed, the shaft
Was of noble dimensions with the wrinkles that indicate Singular powers
For a second or two, It lay there inert then suddenly stirred in my
hand, Then paused as if frightened or doubtful of what to do, And then
with a violent jerk began to expand. By soundless bounds it extended and
distended, by quick Great leaps it rose, it flushed, it rushed to its
Nearly nine inches long and three inches thick, A royal column ineffably
solemn and wise. I tested its length and strength with a manual squeeze,
I bunched my fingers and twirled them about the knob, I stroked it from
top to bottom. I got on my knees. I lowered my head. I opened my mouth
for the job.
But he pushed me gently away. He bent down. He unlaced His shoes. He
removed his socks. Stood up. Shed His pants altogether. Muscles in arms
and waist Rippled as he whipped his T-shirt over his head. I scanned his
tan, enjoyed the contrast of brown Trunk against white shorts taut
around small Hips. With a dig and a wriggle he peeled them down. I tore
off my clothes. He faced me smiling. I saw all.
The gorgeous organ stood stiffly and straightly out With a slight flare
upwards. At each beat of his heart it threw An odd little nod my way.
From the slot of the spout Exuded a drop of transparent viscous goo.
The lair of hair was fair, the grove of a young man, A tangle of curls
and whorls, luxuriant but couth. Except for a spur of golden hairs that
fan To the neat navel, the rest of the belly was smooth.
Well hung, slung from the fork of the muscular legs, The firm vase of
his sperm, like a bulging pear, Cradling its handsome glands, two
herculean eggs, Swung as he came towards me, shameless, bare.
We aligned mouths. We entwined. All act was clutch, All fact contact,
the attack and the interlock Of tongues, the charms of arms. I shook at
the touch Of his fresh flesh, I rocked at the shock of his cock.
Straddling my legs a little I inserted his divine Person between and
closed on it tight as I could. The upright warmth of his belly lay all
along mine. Nude, glued together for a minute, we stood. I stroked the
lobes of his ears, the back of his head And the broad shoulders.
I took bold hold of the compact Globes of his bottom. We tottered. He
fell on the bed. Lips parted, eyes closed, he lay there, ripe for the
act. Mad to be had, to be felt and smelled.
My lips Explored the adorable masculine tits. My eyes Assessed the
chest. I caressed the athletic hips And the slim limbs. I approved the
grooves of the thighs. I hugged, I snuggled into an armpit.
I sniffed the subtle whiff of its tuft. I lapped up the taste Of its hot
hollow. My fingers began to drift On a trek of inspection, a leisurely
tour of the waist. Downward in narrowing circles they playfully strayed.
Encroached on his privates like poachers, approached the prick.
But teasingly swerved, retreated from meeting. It betrayed Its pleading
need by a pretty imploring kick. “Shall I rim you?” I whispered. He
shifted his limbs in assent, Turned on his side and opened his legs, let
me pass To the dark parts behind.
I kissed as I went The great thick cord that ran back from his balls to
his arse. Prying the buttocks aside, I nosed my way in Down the shaggy
slopes. I came to the puckered goal. It was quick to my licking. He
pressed his crotch to my chin. His thighs squirmed as my tongue wormed
in his hole.
His sensations yearned for consummation. He untucked His legs and lay
panting, hot as a teen-age boy. Naked, enlarged, charged, aching to get
sucked, Clawing the sheet, all his pores open to joy.
I inspected his erection. I surveyed his parts with a stare From scrotum
level. Sighting along the underside Of his cock, I looked through the
forest of pubic hair To the range of the chest beyond rising lofty and
wide. I admired the texture, the delicate wrinkles and the neat Sutures
of the capacious bag.
I adored the grace Of the male genitalia. I raised the delicious meat Up
to my mouth, brought the face of its hard-on to my face. Slipping my
lips round the Byzantine dome of the head, With the tip of my tongue I
caressed the sensitive groove. He thrilled to the trill. “That’s
lovely!” he hoarsely said.
“Go on! Go on!” Very slowly I started to move. Gently, intently, I slid
to the massive base Of his tower of power, paused there a moment down In
the warm moist thicket, then began to retrace Inch by inch the smooth
way to the throbbing crown.
Indwelling excitements swelled at delights to come As I descended and
ascended those thick distended walls. I grasped his root between left
forefinger and thumb
And with my right hand tickled his heavy voluminous balls. I plunged
with a rhythmical lunge steady and slow, And at every stroke made a
corkscrew roll with my tongue.
His soul reeled in the feeling. He whimpered, “Oh!” As I tongued and
squeezed and rolled and tickled and swung. Then I pressed on the spot
where the groin is joined to the cock, Slipped a finger into his arse
and massaged him from inside. The secret sluices of his juices began to
He melted into what he felt. “O Jesus!” he cried. Waves of immeasurable
pleasures mounted his member in quick Spasms. I lay still in the notch
of his crotch inhaling his sweat His ring convulsed round my finger.
Into me, rich and thick, His hot spunk spouted in gouts, spurted in jet
Should I toss you a towel?
Here to sing us out is the lovely Gavin Creel with a memorable ditty by Lenny and Steve