"Blowin' in the Wind:" Disaster in Malibu, California

An article in the Los Angeles Times this morning (Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone!) highlights the terrible difficulties people are facing in today's rough and tumble economy. It seems that a beleaguered family in the slums of Malibu, California, is beset by the stench of Bob Dylan's portable toilet. It's so bad, they say, that they have trouble sleeping at night, and have installed large fans in their yard to try to blow the offending odor away. Alas, poor souls.

No, I am not making this up.

And to make matters worse, it turns out that Mr. Dylan (you remember him, don't you? That radical guy who sang about justice and all that?) has had relationship issues in the past. When he was building a guard shack on his property it didn't meet code for accessibility, and so he promised he wouldn't hire "any handicapped people" to work there.

That's right, while the world is in a tailspin and the most vulnerable and marginalized among us are being pushed even closer to the brink of disaster (or over the edge!), these filthy rich folk are bickering over fumes and promising not to hire people with disabilities? My heart is overflowing! Perhaps we should take a collection...

Grass is Growing!

After the bitter disappointment of last week, it seems that hope is growing. More and more people are catching on to the injustice of Proposition 8.

Will even more people get it? Will they begin to understand that this isn't some frivolous demand from a ridiculous fringe group. This is an issue of civil rights. Enshrining bigotry in the constitution is neither fair nor is it prudent. Who will be next?

Momentum is building, and the fairness express is on its way. The winds of change are blowing. It's a new day.