I have not been able to blog about the Fulton Idiocy largely because I can’t bring myself down to the cool, calm, collected level I usually operate at being that I’m a professional blogger and all. I will blog about it, but later. I’ll blog about it mainly because I want this to come true:
You can find a job, kid from Fulton, but it will be a job that requires someone just like you. Prepare to spend the next fifty-some years of your life taking the same kind of orders you’ve been taking from your parents and your teachers and your friends. You’ve just waved goodbye to your chance to grow up and determine how you want to live your own life.
That’s from Stephanie Zvan, who correctly identifies this event as a game ender …. for life … for those kids from Fulton. Fulton is the place where it is normal to short-bus the gays. OMG. (wait, wait, I’m starting to blog and I promised myself I would not do that yet… must. stop…)
OK, so go read “To the Kids of Fulton, Mississippi” and for now, that’s pretty much my opinion. Fulton Mississippi. Google it. For the rest of time, Fulton Mississippi will be where they short bus the gay. OMG.
I also recommend that you visit my friend Jaf’s blog. She’s a new blogger, and she’s written about her outrage over Fulton: “Words can not express….”