Who Do You Hate?

So, pretty much anyone who has read this blog for more than a couple of posts  knows that I tend to stay far, far away from “current events”.  While I’m a political addict, it is historical politics that I love.  The current state of US politics…well…just reminds me, historically speaking, of where exactly we’re heading…

It’s a rare thing, then, when I take up a current news story and turn it into a post.  A rare thing, but not one that I’m going to shy away from when something in the news pisses me the hell off.

There was a story over the last couple of days that did just that…piss me off, I mean.  Okay, more than piss me off, it completely incensed me.

Like any good story, however, there needs to be some backstory and scene-setting before I get into the action itself…

I’m adopted, as are all of my siblings.  I am, quite literally, the embodiment of a line I once wrote for Connor about the families you choose.  I have some pretty strong opinions and thoughts on the whole area of “unwanted” children, but I’m going to do my best to dodge that whole morass of argument and counter-argument for this post.

Suffice it to say, I would not be here to write these words were it not for the choice of my parents to adopt me.

We argue, we fight, we disagree…

We question each other, we struggle with each other…

Hell, I know with every fiber of my being that they have wondered — like pretty much every other parent in history — just where they went wrong with me…



But, that doesn’t change a freaking thing.  They are my parents, and I love them.  They chose me.  They chose to give me a home.  They chose to love me.  Even with everything I’ve screwed up in my life, they chose me

There’s your background for the rest of this post.

The post doesn’t start there, however.  The post starts with a story I read in the news.

It was a piece about some holier-than-thou, judgmental piece of crap telling an 11-year-old kid that he shouldn’t thankful for being adopted — for finding parents who loved him — because those parents happen to be gay.

I can’t even begin to express how angry I am.  Nor can I express just how much I despise and detest those who would make it their life’s mission to condemn and destroy any who do not conform to their own ideas of the “perfect” life.

This boy had suffered through the foster care system for years…

This boy had had two failed adoptions before…

This boy had finally found a couple who chose to love and support him…

And then some ass-wagon of a substitute teacher did her best to destroy whatever tiny bit of stability the boy had finally been granted in life.  She wanted to destroy it not because his proposed parents were serial-killers, or Nazis, or violent revolutionaries, but because…they were gay.  There was no worse sin, to this woman, than two men making a family…and who gives a fuck about a young child’s happiness, anyway, when “religious principles” are at stake?

Damn your religion, you intolerant asswagon.

Let the kid have a family…let him have the care and protection of the family that chose him.  Take your hate and intolerance and holier-than-thou bullshit and follow it into the trash bin of history where it belongs.

To the boy from this story, and to his new family, all I have to say is this:


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