Hoodoo Gurus, "What's My Scene?"

I should be doing the dance of joy in response to New England's gay-marriage surge, I suppose. It is a wonderful and overdue development.

Instead I'm still seething that that vacuous twat Carrie Prejean is still on about the dangers of Teh Gays getting Teh Marriage (in her inimitable beauty-pageant-speak): "Unless we bring men and women together, children will not have mothers and fathers." Um, last I checked, men and women were finding each other and getting together just fine. And try telling my gay and lesbian friends who are raising kids - and I have several - that their children do not have mothers and fathers.

And I'm still seething at North Carolina Representative Virginia Foxx for referring to the perception that a hate crime was committed in the murder of Matthew Shepard as a "hoax" - although she has since apologized to Matthew's mother Judy and to the nation at large. I'm also still seething at the American Family Association for its response to a proposed hate-crimes law inspired by Shepard's senseless death 11 years ago: that it would "give legally protected status to pedophiles." It's hard to believe that people take the likes of the AFA seriously - but they do.

Do I really need to seethe so much when the lies of the right are being exposed for what they are? I'm afraid I do. I'm a perfectionist and an idealist, and thus, given the state of man, a cynic; and I'd like my freedom while I'm still young enough to use it. So I ask, in the words of Hoodoo Gurus' delightful "What's My Scene?": "And another thing I've been wondering lately: Am I crazy to believe in ideals?"