Added: Nov 10, 2011

From: nintfjr

Duration: 3:50

I had a big ass description here earlier, but then firefox froze up and I lost it, so fuck it, we'll do it live. It's part apology part narrative of my experiences that Tuesday. Although I'm not sorry for flipping off Donald Wildmon. That steaming bag of manure deserved it. Transcript for the hearing impared: The Buick screeched through the blackness, its breaks squealing with every curve. Besides that illuminated by its lights, the set sun turned trees into forboding monoliths. The events of recent weeks and months seemed to be illustrated by the landscape, and the Buick pushed forward with no concern for the consequences of travelling this territory. Shadowy forces of evil conspired to consume the state, and I began to wonder if the darkness would be permanent, or if the sun would rise again. The monoliths had shaken my faith in human nature. Evil, unrepenent, and totally convinced of their own moral authority. The vague shapes passing by, memories of their former selves, reminded me the sad truth, they were representative of humanity. They had lost their form, their way, but they could become themselves once again, providing the sun rose. On my dashboard, the radio blared. NPR talked about how dogs evolved from wolves and, while not a subject I was uninterested in, it was promptly ignored. This was election night, and I needed to know for myself, if the sun would rise on Mississippi once again. The issue caused my nerves to crack and hiss with electricity; my hair standing on end as I raced across the backroads of Union county. I had made enemies lately with the kinds of people who would carry out their threats without so much as a guilty twinge because they honestly believed they are ultimately right and justified. Tonight, they hoped that was true as much as I hoped it wasn't. Could I feel safe? Possibly not, though I suspect no one ever really is. After all, I was fighting for a cause I believed strongly in, an issue that affects the entire human race in Mississippi, and I had to be sure that enough people who, while they don't necessarily agree with me, could see through the talking points to make a well informed decision. I regretted some of the things I'd said to Lt. Governor Phil Bryant the day before, but certainly not all of what I said. The Good Ol' Boys club had decided that their idea of the press would take questions, a consortium of folks from hate groups recognized by the Southern Poverty Law Center. I wouldn't let it stand. Phil Bryant, Roger Wicker, and Alan Nunnelee would answer questions, but they wouldn't just be high fly softballs into right field. I made a mistake, I used my platform to ask a hard question, interrupting what passes for a press conference in Mississippi, although that was no excuse. The question was deflected, and I regret my comments on his remarks, although, if the American Family Association would have their way, that'd be the only part anyone would ever hear. I apologize for those words, my hotheaded anger was no excuse. Although, to that point, I and those sharing my view had been called Nazis several times over all and Satan by Lt. Governor Phil Bryant. It became clear that the entire meeting was a sham, they'd no intention of looking at the issue from any perspective but the one they thought would win. One other person who was not on their side asked a member of the American Family Association why he would limit IVF, considering he'd had two children by IVF himself. "Nothing's fair," he said. It then occured to me, that these people might actually be evil. I hated the thought, but the entire event had shaken my basic faith in humanity. Many people were reeling from the events of the afternoon. And I was one of them. I sped down the highway, turning up the radio. The results were in. "With 64% of precincts reporting, No 58%, Yes 42%." He might have been right that nothing was fair, but it looked like Mississippians hadn't decided that was any reason everything should be made unfair. The other contentious ballot initiative passed handily, but it was clear that Mississippi was making progress. If the events of the previous day had shattered my faith in humanity, the events of this night were ordering a replacement windshield.

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