Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Homeless.

Neopuritans.

H8ers.

Folks, folks: California fucked it up way back on November 2. Getting mad today at a state supreme court that did the best they could with what they had is counterproductive. —I’m pretty sure the landmark 5–4 decision in Bush v. Gore wasn’t the last time a cabal of activist judges bent law and precedent all out of shape to overturn the will of the people, but I trust it proves my point?

But I take a pedant’s umbrage. Who wants to be productive? Right now, anyway? So here’s a charming little ditty from France; crank it, so long as you’re not at work sans earphones, and put the don’t-mourn-organize smile back on your face:

They will lose, on this front, anyway; it is inevitable. Doesn’t mean there won’t be setbacks here and there along the way. (So cold, so callous: a marriage forestalled, a life together deferred once more, is but a setback.) —I know! Let’s open it up to some friendly competition: how many states you think will properly recognize marriage before California gets its act back on track?

—Filed 5933 days ago to Squawkbox.

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