Oh Unhappy Day

This may not be the newest of the news. I actually don’t know when quite when it happened, but I just found out about it a little while ago tonight and it made me sad. It seems that in the state of California Prop 8 has passed. It passed by a slim margin, but even so. Whether by a mile or by an inch it is now in the state constitution. Looking at the fact that 52% of Californians voted for prop 8, I was kinda surprised to see that prop 2 had also passed. I guess most people in California seem to think that a chicken or a pig’s rights are more important than that of a human being who happens to be gay. What a bummer that is. I wonder what’s going to happen to all the gay families that were married during that all-too brief period where it was allowed. I really hope this amendment doesn’t come back at them too. Luckily it was mostly the young people, 30 an under, who voted ‘No’ on it and just the crotchety old geezers that got it passed. Maybe in a couple more years there will be fewer of them still around to vote and the younger people will turn out in good numbers again when it gets back on the polls. I guess the only particularly good thing I saw come from those proposition ballots was that prop 4 didn’t quite make it through. At least we won’t have to worry about doctors being forced to file police reports about pregnant teens who can’t get parental consent even if they know they can’t keep the baby. I have always thought it was kinda interesting, though, that while you can’t buy a morning after pill over the counter until you’re 18 you can get an abortion as early as 14, and no reports have to be filed, no one has to know, as long as you don’t tell the doctor your boyfriend’s 26 or something creepy like that.

Well it’s really too bad about prop 8. I voted against it and don’t really understand why anyone would think it’s fair or justified to take away a group of peoples’ rights to get the same benefits and responsibilities that the rest of us do when we legally express and declare their love for each other. Hopefully some day not too long in the future we’ll be looking back on this and wondering what people were thinking like we do when thinking about segregation being around until the ’60s.