Gay Governmental Welcome Wagon

by Lydia Daffenberg

It looks as if the "Don't Ask Don't Tell" policy that was brought about by the Clinton Administration may be repealed. The 9,500 "outed" gay soldiers who have been discharged are now costing us a pretty penny in replacements. That's because many of these discharged homosexual soldiers were highly-trained in such areas as language skills (Arabic).

Of course, the real reason for considering a repeal is that we need soldiers. People aren't signing up for some reason. Could be because we're at war. Recruitment of reservists dropped 24% in the last four months. So the government will vote soon on whether or not to change this policy and welcome gays into the military with open arms. After all, it's not that they couldn't perform their tasks well--on the contrary. It's not that they didn't want to stay in the military--on the contrary. But, as we all know, in war, rules change and morals go unchecked. Our government isn't willing to extend civil rights to homosexuals, but finds that a body is a body, and is willing to extend a new right to homosexuals: the right to die in war. Interesting double standard.

What an embarrassment for Mr. Bush. The president has made it clear that his religion has decided his moral stance on gay rights in this country. Now, pragmaticism is outweighing his morality. Not wish-washy at all. Don't forget, all's fair in love and war. Except, in this country, not all's fair in the love between homosexuals, whereas all's still fair in war.

Perhaps, for gays in America, this will finally be the last needed step toward the door at the end of the long hall leading to their civil rights. Perhaps.

Anything Can be a Blog

by Lydia Daffenberg

I'm back in college and haven't written a new blog in some time. Since I've been so preoccupied with school, and needed a blog idea, I decided to create a cut-up of the material used in my classes over the last two weeks. The cut-up method is a writing method that was used by William S. Burroughs and Brion Gysin (and other writers, I'm sure). One literally takes pages of writings and cuts and pastes them, adds and edits them into some form of prose. Here it is.


Each year, after the winter blizzards, bacterica to bats, toadstools to trees, whippoorwills to whales--the night of thaw, the tinkle of dripping of the living world boggles the mind. Yet, all organisms, over the neolithic revolution in the fertile crescent bring strange stirrings, not one is united by a common bond. Just as you are descended from the winter. The hibernating skunk, curled--tied together by an unbroken lineage that can den--uncurls himself and ventures forth through time to the infancy of our planet.

The track is likely to display an indifferent diversity of life, including tigers, lions, gorilla and affairs uncommon at other seasons. The months of the year: Januar; Februar; März; April; Mai; Juni; Juli; August; September; Oktober; November; Dezember-- are three reasons for music in the Torah.

Pythagoras' a2 + b2=c2 is in the driver's seat. What evolution has accomplished in geometric progression in the abundance of years, can be destroyed in a much shorter length of time. What dropped the reins, I follow, curious to deduce: do I preserve diversity or destroy it? The future of life is in our hands. Basic college mneumonic preservation of meaning. Deutsch, Mathamatics, Music and Biology.