Yeah, I remember that. That was pretty good. You know what else I remember? I remember the Democratic party standing around with their dicks in their hands, not doing a single goddamned thing to help us out. I’m going to remember that for a long, long time.
Sure it will. Real soon. Right after this election, maybe even. Or the next one. Or the one after that. But it will happen. The Democrats promised, after all.
I was seventeen the first time I heard that line, when Clinton was running for his first term. I’m going to be thirty five next week. It’s been the same song and dance for nearly twenty years now, and I’m getting pretty tired of this particular tune.
You keep trying to use these teamwork metaphors. And they keep failing, because the relationship between the Democratic mainstream and gay voters isn’t a team relationship. We aren’t on the same team, luci. Gays don’t vote Democrat because we think the Democrats are going to help us. Most of us know better than to expect that. You’re simply the chumps we vote for as placeholders to keep the other guys out.
So go peddle your hippie-dippie, kumbayaa, let’s-all-be-friends bullshit somewhere else.