Ummmmmm, methinks this rag's playing games, here.
Rag makes it sound as if no one will play with the rug muncher BECAUSE of her "drive to win golfing privleges..." yadayadayada when in truth, no one wants to play with her, period.
Of course that'd be wayyyyy too honest & insensitive but worst of all?
It would not advance the agenda, ehhhh?
"Koebke hopes the California Supreme Court will hear her argument that the state's civil rights laws should require the club to give French, her state-registered domestic partner, the same benefits given to spouses."
Well then, to hell with "Freedom of Association" then because it's the infamous -- albeit hyper-activist -- CSC to the rescue!!
...I could just puke.
It's called "Thought Crimes" - she wants it considered a crime to NOT WANT TO HANG OUT WITH HOMOSEXUALS!
When I first read this line, I thought "Naw, not fear. Contempt, disdain maybe, but not fear."
As I've thought about it for a while, I've begun to reconsider. Maybe she is right, maybe the appropriate word here is fear. There is no denying anymore that our right to Freedom of Association is under full frontal attack by individuals with an agenda. These individuals are not bashful about using the courts to force us to conform to their will. The attacks aren't limited to the courts either (though that remains the weapon of choice). Other weapons are used in the assault as well; the media, human resource departments, professional peer groups and other avenues are all being employed to make us accept behavior which we find repugnant, base and detestable. When legitimate complaints are voiced, the attackers use the tools in their repitoire to reduce the validity of the complaints by denouncing them as an "ism" or a "phobia". We're made to squirm and sweat, self-censor ourselves and generally walk around as if on eggshells, and for what reason?
Last weekend we had two "festivals" in Milwaukee at the same time; Pridefest and the Milwaukee Rally. One received copious amounts of attention and celebration through the various media outlets and channels, and the other went virtually unrecognized and unnoticed. Not that I'm complaining mind you; I just never thought I'd see the day when 50,000 bikers could decend on a city and virtually disappear into the woodwork.
Dylan was right. The times, they are a changin' . . .