My image of heaven, tarnished just a little bit by the bigotry displaced.
I really believed that love will win the day, persuade those “religious” people that love is sacred regardless what forms it might manifest.
But in the end, dogma won out. By 2%.
It’s a sad sad day.
Especially when a church would spend its time and energy rallying people to stop people from marrying and loving. The world is full of hate, despair and sadness. And the Mormon church thinks denying people the right to marry is a worthy cause to spend $40+ million and countless hours on.
I don’t understand.
But we will prevail. With time. With patience. With grace
In the meantime, I take solace in the compassion and kindness of strangers. Keith Olbermann expressed my outrage with such eloquence:
“I like to think about the life of wine, how it is a living thing. I like to think about what was going on the year the grapes were growing. How the sun was shining, if it rained. I like to think about all the people who tended and picked the grapes. And if it’s an old wine, how many of them must be dead by now. I like how wine continues to evolve, like if I opened a bottle of wine today it would taste different than if I’d opened it on any other day, because a bottle of wine is actually alive. And it’s constantly evolving and gaining complexity, that is until it peaks, like your ‘61. And then it begins its steady inevitable decline”
Isn’t Sideways the best love letter to wine? I don’t like what the movie did to the pinot noir wines (what? you want $30 for that bullshit Pinot from Santa Barbera?!?!?!) but the sentiments expressed in the movie really captures the romantic associations of wine.
If I am a wine, would I be a pinot noir?
Every writer probably thinks he is a pinot noir, it’s like every girl thinks she is Carrie.
