It must have happened early, during my regularly scheduled Saturday afternoon benders*, for when I passed out...er, fell asleep that night, all was perfectly normal in the land of Minnesota Nice. When I woke on Sunday morning, it was to a totally different world. It wasn't heaven, and it wasn't hell (though I was, as the warning goes, fresh out of beer). It was almost as if I was in....
***POST-RAPTURE BIZARRO WORLD***
...not my home state, which as I declare as loudly as possible to to everyone who'll listen (and to many more who won't) gave the world Hubert Fuckin' Humphrey! A man who stated in 1948 that he wanted to his party and his country to"walk forthrightly into the bright sunshine of civil rights." Who said "liberalism, above all, means emancipation--emancipation from one's fears, his inadequacies, from prejudice, from discrimination, from poverty." Music to my ears!
Late Saturday night, the Minnesota Legislature took the final step needed to place a so-called marriage amendment on our 2012 ballot. Same-sex marriage is already illegal in Minnesota, and the law has survived the "activist courts" which conservatives so deeply fear. The point of the amendment is to keep the Minnesota "Family" Council's coffers full and to perpetuate damaging stereotypes about LGBT folks and their children. Katherine Kersten, self-appointed Admiral of the Midwestern Morality Police, can write all she wants about how she and her cronies aren't bigots, but you and I know better--we read the testimony of Jennifer Roback Morse before the Minnesota Senate Judiciary committee, in which she declared that it is "brutality" for a child to be raised by same-gender parents. Smells like bigotry to me!
On Sunday, I tried to attend the Harvey Milk Rally in Loring Park (I was scheduled to speak on behalf of Minnesota NOW), but I made Matt turn the car around when tornado sirens began to wail. A mile or so north of the park, one person was killed, several others seriously wounded by the tornado that touched down, wreaking havoc in one of Minneapolis' most impoverished neighborhoods. The tornado that hit my part of town in 2009, by contrast, hurt no one at all and only made life messy, not dangerous--middle class, mostly white folk are never given a police curfew.
Post-rapture Monday? I got to hear that Tim Pawlenty is running for President because he's the one who can give Americans the "truth." This from a guy who cooked Minnesota's books and squeezed Minneapolis dry for eight years so he could tell the "truth" that he didn't raise taxes. I spent his two terms kicking myself for thinking that no one could be a worse representative of Minnesota governance than Jesse Ventura. T-Paw makes The Body look like ...well, Hubert Fuckin' Humphrey!
I don't know much about Harold Camping's theology. Tell me--do you think this what hell is supposed to look like for mild-mannered Midwestern atheists?
*don't be silly! This photo is by a winner of Regretsy's rapture photo contest. Though as a diehard Neely O'Hara fan, this is definitely the way I wanna go.