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No, I”m not talking about “The Devil Within.” I’m talking about the actual process of going TO movies thanks to audience cluelessness.

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“The Camelot Papers”

GOP candidates insisted that no, no, they had nothing against gays, and were all for gay rights…as long as it didn’t entail actually giving them any. Santorum, as you might have surmised, encapsulated the hypocrisy with this nugget in last night’s debate:

“But just because you don’t agree with someone’s desire to change the law doesn’t mean you don’t like them or you hate them or you want to discriminate against them.”

Here’s the thing: people in opposition to gay rights are the ones desiring to change the law, and have done so. What else was DOMA (signed into law, to my eternal shame, by a Democrat) except institutionalizing discrimination? You want to defend marriage? Outlaw divorce. Or the Kardashians. But insisting that marriage can only be defined as a man and a woman? I’m sorry, I missed where in the Constitution that that’s anyone’s gøddámņ business, much less the government’s. I find it interesting that, for instance, defenders of the Second Amendment are quick to say that any infringement on their rights to buy an Uzi opens the door for the government to come in and confiscate all their guns. But nobody seems to wrap their noggins around the concept that allowing the government to dictate that people can’t marry someone of the same gender can easily be precedent for the government to dictate who can’t marry who based on psychological testing. Or who can’t have children, or how many children you can have. In some parts of this country there are still judges declaring that blacks can’t marry whites, and yet we’re okay with the government creating laws saying men can’t marry men and women marry women? Really?

But no, it’s the GAYS who want to change the law. No. They don’t. They want to have access to the rights that the Constitution already guarantees them and that their opponents are trying to take FROM them. That’s not abuse of a process. That’s simply justice.

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…environmentalists, seismologists and the media are going to have to stop calling it “fracking.” I can’t get through a single article that talks about “fracking earthquakes” or “fracking wastewater” without breaking down laughing.

Fracking “Battlestar.”

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I don’t actually know the NJ senator. I’m unfamiliar with his politics. I’m pretty sure he’s a Democrat. But I swear, if I lived in NJ, at this point I’d vote for his opponent.

Why? Because he keeps sending me unsolicited emails asking me to contribute to his campaign. The following is the opening of his most recent one:

Null –

The deadline tonight is vital to our campaign. We’ve got to show our opponents and the pundits exactly how strong our campaign is.

Yes. That’s right. “Null.” No “Dear Peter.” Not even, “My fellow American.” No. I’m “Null.” These people are so freaking incompetent that they can’t be bothered to write a form letter beginning with an actual salutation. Instead I’m “Null.” A zero, a zip, a cypher.

I’ve replied to them three times pointing this out and I keep getting variations on the same dumb-ášš letter. I could just unsubscribe, but no; now it’s a challenge to get the attention of these idiots so that they realize when they send out letters with stupidity such as this, it’s not appreciated.

So join me in not voting for Bob Menendez. Granted, I don’t live in NJ, so I couldn’t vote for him even if I wanted to. But still…it just pìššëš me off.

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How I call them not a genuine response–which would require actual thought–but instead simply knee-jerk, simplistic punitive thinking?

Well, the purest example of that I’ve seen in a while is currently raging over on Twitter.

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So Ariel and I were in Florida, having visited with Shana down in Jacksonville for the launch of her beautifully redone theater. Then we’d spent a couple of days at Disney and Universal. And now the plan was simple: drive at night up to Atlanta to rendezvous at her parent’s house for the holidays.

Shortly before crossing the border into Georgia, I hit a rest stop at about 1 AM. There were signs all over about 24 hour security. It was reasonably well lit. And there was a Florida highway patrolman on station. If I’d been smart, I would have simply sat there and slept for an hour or two before getting back on the road, but I was wide awake and didn’t see the need.

So I started driving again. We entered Georgia. And it all went to hëll.

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