Proud of Ohio; California, You Should Be Ashamed Of Yourself
I’ve got a rocky past with California, having grown up in Oregon where the general feeling about the state to our South was “keep it moving.” We had a Governor back in the ’70s who (perhaps mythically) proposed that I-5 run from California to Washington with no exits to anything other than gas stations.
But I never really bought into that crap. Heck, some of my best friends came from California. San Fransisco is in California (though some may argue it actually belongs in Ecotopia with Oregon and Washington), and I really like San Fransisco! I’ve always had a nice time in California, and it’s rumored by Conservatives to be the last bastion of ultra-Liberalism (though, if they actually think Barack Obama is a far left Liberal, they haven’t met too many people like me and my friends).
Then there’s Ohio. I was born there, but we left before my sister was born 17 months later. I’m really happy that we left. Growing up in Eugene, Oregon had a lot to do with my world views, and I like my world views. Somehow, though, I ended up living in Cincinnati for ten years before coming here to Maryland a few years back. Both of my kids were born in Cincinnati. Two of my dearest friends and their bitchin’ kids live in Cincinnati. But I never felt like Cincinnati was “me.”
I loved moving to Maryland, in part, to leave a red state for a blue one but now the world has flipped on it’s head and I have only two things more to say:
“Thank you Ohio, for helping us elect someone I hope to be a great American President;” and “To 52.5% of California: Fuck you for Proposition 8. Really. Fuck you a lot.”