Today, I saw a Star Wars: Episode 3 spoof by Sequential Pictures that was impressively produced for being so slapstick-stupid (I loved it!) and though I’d post it here.

     But after looking around on their site a bit more, I ran into some other gems which kept me laughing for at least seventy-eight seconds longer.

     Laughter is a good thing.  Especially tongue-in-cheek.

In 1920, our great-grandfather’s generation gave women the right to vote. A basic equality of rights was given to a class of people who were denied simply because of the way they were born. The church was against it. Women are under men. They should be silent. The men are the head of the household. But our nation is based on human equality, not what the church or the majority want. Our grand-father grew up seeing women differently and wondering about the curmudgeon generation that still rants about giving women equal rights.

In the 1960s, our grandparents generation saw the black people get equal rights. The church fought against it. The people fought it. The KKK burned crosses. But, our country is not based on popular ideas or church pulpits, it’s based on the Constitution and the rule of law. All men are created equal, regardless of what skin color they were born with. Black people were granted equal rights. It was the right thing to do. We look at our grandfathers and don’t understand how they can hate people of color and we quietly grumble at their occasional mutterings about “those people.” Our generation can’t imagine withholding those rights to black Americans or women.

Today, our generation is voting en masse to cut the rights of homosexuals. The church rails against it. The average person thinks that because gay men are born with a certain disposition, they are less than human. They are less worthy of rights. Popular votes are taking place all over the country. But that is not what this nation is built on. It’s built on the strong defending the weak and granting them the human, equal rights they deserve, regardless of what the church and the populace may think.

Our children will not look at homosexuals the way our generation does. They will not understand how we could deny equal rights to them simply because of the way they were born. They will roll their eyes as we gripe about the gay people.

We are a bigoted generation. Gay rights is not popular. It is not the churches will, but it is the right thing to do. It is the American thing to do. If you don’t want gay people to marry, you might want to stop those black people from eating at the lunch counter with you too. No? Well, buddy, that’s your legacy.

     Lately, I’ve taken the attitude that, “I absolutely do not give a damn.”  And I mean it.  It’s been a mind-altering, uplifting, emotionally freeing sort of change.

     One of the greatest gifts has been: laughter.

     Especially when I read crap like this.  Or this.

     Or even this, from New Scientst…

Don’t say cloning, say somatic cell nuclear transfer [SCNT]. That at least is the view of biologists who want the term to be used instead of “therapeutic cloning” to describe the technique that produces cloned embryos from which stem cells can then be isolated.

[...]

Kathy Hudson and her colleagues at the Genetics and Public Policy Center in Washington DC asked more than 2000 Americans whether they approved of deriving stem cells from embryos produced by cloning. For half of the sample they used the term “SCNT” instead of “cloning”, and this raised approval ratings from 29 per cent to 46 per cent, Hudson told a meeting of the American Society of Human Genetics in New Orleans last week.

     Politically correct science?  What’ll they think of next?

     Regardless of what you call it, human cloning is little more than another way to speed up the process of destroying our already shallow gene pool.

     We won.

     Yay.

     Can we get rid of “Mr. Can’t Pass But To the Opposite Team,” aka “Help me, I can’t judge Big Orange compared the Crowd so I’ll keep throwing that way,” aka Mr. Eric Ainge?

     Can we get rid of Phil Fulmer?

     Please?

     Can we win some for real?

First, I have to say love is grand. Love is the greatest feeling in the world, especially if it is true love and the other person is the one you intend to spend your forever with. I will preach that day and night. I am indeed in love with the man I intend to spend forever with and I cherish him very much.

However, in a relationship (and my fiancee agrees) two people can still maintain relationships and friendships that were in place prior to the meeting of said significant other. Individual identity is what attracted you to that other person and that other person to you to begin with.

What is the point here? Well, the point is that just because I have found someone that I love, cherish and want to spend forever with, doesn’t mean I wish to cut the friends I had in my life before him out of it.
If nothing else, I wish for us to remain close. Yes, there will be less time out for me. No, I won’t attend every Wednesday night gathering. But IT IS NOT because my man doesn’t encourage it and IT IS NOT because I love my friends any less.

It is simply because I have a teenage daughter who really needs me to be home. It is because I sometimes get to steal a weekday with my fella and his kids.

Just because I’m not there all the time doesn’t mean that I don’t want to hear the stories about who did what, or in our case, see the photographic evidence.

Just because I’m not always there, doesn’t mean that I am turning my back on my friends. Just because I’m not always there doesn’t mean that any one of them can’t call me in the middle of the night to cry on my shoulder if they need to.

I am dedicated to spending my forever with HIM. I am very much in love. But my friends were the ones who cried with me when I was sad. They laughed with me when I was tickled about something. They are there through thick and thin. I love them and I will always want to hear the sappy dating drama (tales) and I won’t just be smiling a fake freaking smile and shaking my nappy freaking head acting like I care. I will be listening intently, most likely holding my gut from laughing so hard and truly caring about what words are passing from my friends’ mouth to my ears.

Ok, now specifically to you, the one who pretended to be our friends. Who the hell do you think you are? Seriously? Do you think you’re high, mighty and perfect?

These girls all befriended you when you had nothing but extra belly fat.
No, girl, see this one loud and clear…. YOU ARE NOTHING LIKE ANY OF US.

At least I’ve heard that’s what you said….

YOU ARE EXACTLY RIGHT!!!!!!

1. Friends don’t molest someone else’s man. There were plenty of occassions that you blatently stuck your tongue down the throat of a taken man. Granted, Ron was not mine… but the other man in question was a claimed man. You had no respect for boundaries and no respect for your girlfriends.

WHICH SHOWS YOU ARE NOTHING LIKE ANY OF US because there is not a single one of us who would look twice let alone deep throat one of the other girl’s boyfriend.

Just not kosher… not acceptable….

2. Friends don’t just quit talking to friends. If nothing else, when a happy event such as an impending wedding or pregnancy is on deck, I would think a girl would want her friends close by.

WHICH SHOWS YOU ARE NOTHING LIKE ANY OF US because I would be honored for all of my friends and family to be there when I say I do.

Either you didn’t want us getting close to your man because you know that paybacks are a bitch… or you were horrified that if you let him speak to us, that he would find out about your legendary exploits on the skank side.

Hmmmm….. go figure. Everybody pulls a drunk now and then… get over it. Hey, Dorothy…….