Mittens

Yep....there are people out there who are this closed-minded. Who think they have more rights than anyone who doesn't look like them, have sex like them, fall in love with them, have different color skin, are a different income level, or a different religion. F**k that whole "all men are created equal" (of course, they didn't mention women, so in essense they're covering their asses) we'll decide WHICH MEN are created equal. And they look like Mitt. Old, white and wealthy. Screw you Romney and all your bigoted cronies.

He outlined his misgivings about the request from the Registry of Vital Records. "The children of America have the right to have a father and a mother,'' Romney said in his prepared remarks. "What should be the ideal for raising a child? Not a village, not 'parent A' and 'parent B,' but a mother and a father.'' Romney also warned about the societal impact of gay parents raising children. "Scientific studies of children raised by same-sex couples are almost nonexistent,'' he said. "It may affect the development of children and thereby future society as a whole.''

The following year, 2005, Romney spoke to conservative voters in South Carolina, as he trained his eye on the presidency. "Some gays are actually having children born to them,'' he said. "It's not right on paper. It's not right in fact. Every child has a right to a mother and father.''
Does it really matter whether his actions and statements were motivated by Romney's authoritarian Mormon faith or were a pander to evangelicals as he sought the presidency, or both? That he could be so zealous, cold-hearted and cruel should alarm everyone about the prospect of Mitt Romney becoming president.

Camille Pisarro

Sometimes I am horribly afraid to turn around canvases which I have piled against the wall; I am constantly afraid of finding monsters where I believed there were precious gems!  Thus it does not astonish me that the critics in London relegate me to the lowest rank. Alas! I fear that they are only too justified! However, at times I come across works of mine which are soundly done and really in my style, and at such moments I find great solace. But no more of that. Painting, art in general, enchants me. It is my life. What else matters? When you put all your soul into a work, all that is noble in you, you cannot fail to find a kindred soul who understands you, and you do not need a host of such spirits. Is not that all an artist could wish for?

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