howard dean sent me a survey earlier last week. it was supposed to be for the democrats in "the Brooklyn area", whatever that means. they want grassroots support for "our Party's agenda".
dean's letter was addressed "dear fellow democrat".
now, i could pretend that this is a whole family-name confusion thing. (my grandmother, up until she died, had been democratic chairperson for our region of Wisconsin.) but that would be an awful lot of pretending.
i made sure to ammend the survey to state that i'm not a democrat. never have been. never will be. damnit.
the survey didn't ask my race. or my sex. or my gender. or my age. or my date of birth.
maybe they already Know.
also starkly lacking was any mention of Queer related issues. well, maybe if you want to stretch, you could say "civil rights and liberties" cover that. but you'd have to really, really stretch.
i've already amended the survey. marked it up.
seriously, the democrats want my vote but they refuse to acknowledge my existence? hell to the mother-fucking no. they couldn't even
pretend to give a damn. this, ladies and gentlemen, is the party who wants to be your party. this is the party that wants to pretend it's
different from the republican party. this is the party who doesn't really give a damn.
maybe it's better they don't give off false hopes and illusions. look at what they like to do with abortion: acknowledge it and sweep it under that antique heirloom inherited from great great grand-daddy rug.
i was supposed to return the survey within 72 hours with my check or money order.
it hasn't yet self-destructed and i'm not even including 2 pennies, lest they get any ideas.
( but i have a letter pending. )